forum Star Light, Star Bright (REBOOT) // One-On-One // CLOSED

Started May 12, 2019 by Deleted user

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Parker put her head in her hands, eyes closed. She shut her laptop, sliding it back into her backpack. I suppose I should grab some breakfast, shouldn't I? I wonder what Blake has, ingredients wise.

Still lost in thought, Blake started bustling around the kitchen and pulling different cereals and a pan for eggs. Thinking as he went, he set out some plates and set up the flame.

Tying her hair up, Parker pulled on a jumper, jeans and flats. She pulled on her backpack, which held only the bare essentials.

Blake left some eggs frying and jogged up to his room, spotting Abigail up and about already. He came to a slow stop and gave her an awkward wave. "G'morning."

"Morning," Parker replied softly, plopping her bag down on the ground. She still felt like she was intruding into his home, into his life.

Blake blinked slowly, looking around. "So… breakfast is cooking. I just need to get my stuff packed," he told her with an indicative wave to his wardrobe.

"Oh, right," She replied, a little sheepishly. She grabbed her bag and walked out of the room, closing the door behind her. She took a deep breath, scrunching her eyes..

Heaving a breath of relief, Blake shoved some nearby clothes into a bag and tugged on some comfortable, light clothes to replace his pyjamas. His gaze sweeped the room, and he grabbed another handful or two of possibly useful things: some bandaids, a watch, his compass, a phone charger, a water bottle and his wallet.
Before leaving the room, though, he sat on the bed and fell back against it, shutting his eyes against the situation: when would he next see this room? Knowing Parker, she wouldn't stop until her sisters were found, and G– only knew how long that would take.

Parker sighed, moving to be beside the door. She rested her head on the wall, annoyed with herself.

Blake quickly backed out of the room, shoving all the sentimental feelings far away. He shut the door and looked over at Parker who stood face against the wall. "Alright. Let's get started then."

Parker pushed herself away from the wall, standing straight. She pulled her bag onto her back, both arms in the straps.

In an automatic movement Blake reached for Parker's hand and led her down the stairs to the kitchen where a shriveled, burnt egg lay in the pan.

A pleasant shiver ran down Parker's spine as Blake grabbed it, her cheeks blushing ever so softly. She tried to hold back a laugh when she saw the burnt egg in the pan.

"Right…" Blake sighed disappointedly. After a moment of deliberation, he reached for the pan and slid the egg into the bin, then turning on Parker. " Take away?" he asked apologetically, his light tone echoing the simpler times.

She looked at him, the laughter still in her eyes. "I'd love to get some takeaway," She replied, her voice having remnants of joy. She then realised that her hand was still holding Blake's.

Blake had also registered this, and gently pulled away. "Off we go, then."
Hitching up his backpack, he grabbed his car keys and started towards the front door grabbing a coat as he went.

Parker sighed, following after him. She wasn't sure how this expedition was going to end, but she knew that Blake was the only person who could help her.

Fighting hard not to turn and look at Parker, he gingerly walked down his alley to the parked car in the street. "You'll have to enter the address," he told her as he pressed the button to unlock the doors.

"I don't know the exact address," She said, almost sheepishly. "And there's no exact address online either."

Blake couldn't help but smile. "There's room for improvising, then."
He waited for her to be settled in the car, and started the engine. With a decisive rumble, they set off.

Parker looked out the window, watching the scenery as it zoomed pass. It had been a while since she'd been in a car with Blake, and it felt nice.

Though silence was quick to fall, the feeling of being together overtook what could have been awkward. And though it had been a while… Blake loved her company just as much.
After a while, he pushed in a CD and the music kicked in.

As much as she disliked it, Parker felt herself starting to sing along. At first it was merely a whisper, as if scared to sing. Then it became louder, more confident.

Blake quickly joined in, the lyrics leaving his lips on mostly flat notes, but still fun to sing. "Streetlights, people, livin' just a fine emotion!" he sang loudly, one hand flailing about as he went.

Parker smiled, not wanting to say anything for fear of being interpreted the wrong way.