Ice Ice Baby

Hey, the name's Parker Devereux. Cheerleader, artist, all around good girl. Whatever you want to call it.

[hawkingwidow-blog]

Sometimes I miss having a roommate.

[hawkingwidow-blog]

Yes, with her leading the way, we got lost. Not to mention, Maria decided to start telling people that she was blind and we had kidnapped her. It was interesting, but next time you should join us.

I know, believe me, I know. I think it’s more of a me thing than anything. But yeah, I think I’ll stop by and talk to him tomorrow…maybe. But sure, I’d love to have dinner with the three of you. It’ll keep me out the house.

[parkerdevereux]

Maria's always a riot, isn't she? Your whole family keeps things interesting.

That'd be a good idea. He'll be thrilled to see you. We should probably get this place cleaned up a bit before we think of doing anything, huh?

[hawkingwidow-blog]

Sometimes I miss having a roommate.

[hawkingwidow-blog]

I know, but I didn’t mind it. It wasn’t too bad and I still had fun, they made sure that I did.

Is it that obvious? I mean, it’s been almost four months? And for three of those months I wasn’t exactly…communicating very well. But we’ll see how things go, right? But oh gosh, someone needs to pull her out of there. And when is Ella being anything but herself.

[parkerdevereux]

Well good. I'm sure with Layla leading the way, you got into all sorts of trouble.

You know he cares about you. All the time in the world isn't going to change that. I'm sure once you talk to him, everything will fall back into an easy pattern. Yeah, tell me about it. I'm thinking the four of us need to go out for dinner sometime.

[hawkingwidow-blog]

Sometimes I miss having a roommate.

[hawkingwidow-blog]

Oh, hopefully it will. Especially with being outside, the warm weather isn’t as dreary as the cold. But um, yeah, I did. I spent most of my time teaching, but the girls had their fun with shopping and whatnot. Yeah… I missed him, too. But um, anyway. How are the girls?

[parkerdevereux]

You were teaching in Europe? Don't you know that isn't what trips abroad are for? You should have been having fun!

You're worried about seeing him again, aren't you? Don't be. And the girls are great. Angel's been locked up in her studio doing who knows what and Ella's... being Ella.

[hawkingwidow-blog]

Sometimes I miss having a roommate.

[hawkingwidow-blog]

Your photos have always been amazing, Parker. How’s that going for you? I’m doing okay, it feels weird being back here after so much time away. Almost like I could have stayed there and been okay with that, you know? But um…how’s Brendan been?

[parkerdevereux]

Thanks. It's going well. Still lacking motivation from time to time, but I'm hoping the sunshine and warm weather will change that. Did you have fun at least? Ah, Brendan's been alright. He keeps himself busy. He missed you though.

[hawkingwidow-blog]

Sometimes I miss having a roommate.

[hawkingwidow-blog]

Thank you for the offer, but I’m alright, honestly. How are you, though?

[parkerdevereux]

Alright, well offer still stands if you change your mind. I'm doing alright. Taking some time to devote to my photography over the summer. How are you? You know, aside from all of this.

[hawkingwidow-blog]

Sometimes I miss having a roommate.

[hawkingwidow-blog]

Um…actually, I need to check. I was sidetracked by how ransacked the place is.

[parkerdevereux]

I mean, the important thing is that you weren't here when it happened. But uh, if you need somewhere to stay for a while, we have an extra room.

[hawkingwidow-blog]

Sometimes I miss having a roommate.

[hawkingwidow-blog]

I don’t really uh…know. Hi, Parker.

[parkerdevereux]

Hey, babe. Is anything missing?

[hawkingwidow-blog]

Sometimes I miss having a roommate.

[parkerdevereux]

What the hell happened here?

[infernoviera-blog]

Do you have a legitimate reason for not liking me that doesn’t involve someone else?

[parkerdevereux]

I meant you. Why would you start a conversation with me?

[infernoviera-blog]

You don’t have to fake being something you don’t want to be. What the hell is the point of that?

[parkerdevereux]

So what's the point of starting a conversation with someone you don't like?

[infernoviera-blog]

That is my cue for me to be on my merry way.

[parkerdevereux]

[Waits a moment before sighing] You don't have to go. Sorry. I'll try to be nice.

[infernoviera-blog]

Are you complaining, Blondie?

[parkerdevereux]

I wasn't, but I'm definitely considering it now.

[parkerdevereux]

There is just way too much testosterone around here.

[thediamondone]

It's Christmas Eve!

[flashdevereux-blog]

I knew there was a reason I loved you. [Takes a cookie] So what are the plans for tomorrow? Are we going out somewhere? Are we staying in? Are you cooking dinner? Is Aunt Ellie coming over? And the kids? Wow, these cookies are really good.

[lightspeedevan-blog]

Is dad coming? Is dad not coming? Are we inviting all the cousins? Is Uncle Alex invited even though he’s still a bit different. What about everyone else? Are we going to do it here? If we do, I don’t think we have the space. But I do like your apartment, it’s just tiny, you know? [Bites into a cookie] Brendan is right, these are delicious.

[parkerdevereux]

Breathe, good god. If you can answer all of those questions, mom, I give you mad props. 

[thediamondone]

It's Christmas Eve!

[flashdevereux-blog]

Nope, sorry. You’ve got kids now. One of the responsibilities means sharing cookies with them. Let’s just eat them before Evan shows up.

[lightspeedevan-blog]

Looks like it’s a little late for that. Besides, I helped mom bake the cookies, I get first dibs. And I was born first so… Suck it, Brendan.

[parkerdevereux]

Well I'm the baby of the family... So technically, I should get the most because mom loves me more.

[thediamondone]

It's Christmas Eve!

Which means eggnog and cookies and movies!

[flashdevereux-blog]

You always did know how to do Christmas Eve right.

[parkerdevereux]

I hope you weren't expecting to eat all of those cookies yourselves.

[infernoviera-blog]

Mike drummed his fingers on the side of his leg, debating if he should offer to make her a drink. Her response could go one of two ways; she’d either agree or laugh in his face. And the more he thought about it, the more he was beginning to want to laugh at himself. He didn’t care much about her opinion, or the opinion of anyone for that matter, so he didn’t see much of a reason to be nicer to her than she was to him. That being said, he leaned his head back against the wall and looked over at her. “There’s no possible way you’ll miss it. Bars are always open, have a little faith.” That was a bit of a backhanded way to mildly suggest that she could come by his bar if she wanted to, but he would be damned if he actually came out and said that.

[parkerdevereux]

Have a little faith. It was a phrase she'd heard multiple times from her Aunt Ellie, and still it didn't seem to sink in. Parker always had a difficult time having faith in anything that seemed hopeless, much less having faith in people. "Right, faith," she repeated, raising her eyebrows. "I'll do my best." She clenched her fist and moved it in front of her in one of those ridiculous go-getter gestures, immediately regretting it. She probably looked like such a nerd. Shaking her head, she leaned back against the wall. "How late is your bar open, Viera?" The question took her by surprise, but she couldn't retract it now. If they were stuck in here for a long time,  was it really worth going to his bar to drink? Hell, she had the rest of her life to get drunk. Did she really want it that badly? "For curiosity's sake," she added, but the pause had been too long for it to seem natural. Parker closed her eyes and rubbed her forehead, deciding that it was best to talk very little, if at all, from now on.