off the rails [kenz]

Parker slid his Sony headphones over his ears and clicked on Thrift Shop by Macklemore & Ryan Lewis. He took out his bottles of spray paint. He'd basically bought the whole shelf of red and black. He had two bottles each of green and yellow. Enough to paint the logo on a couple cars. Parker grunted and shook the can of paint until he no longer her the water-like swishes of unmixed paint. He pulled the cap off and sprayed towards the ground first, making sure it worked. A splatter of black paint hit Parker's jeans and backpack and the stone-covered ground. He smiled and pointed the can at the car.

A while later, he was nearly 6 cars down from where he started. The logo was drawn on every one with occasional doodles of Taylor's name or Wren's dog. Parker's eyebrows furrowed. First came the sound of splattering paint then the sound of tin hitting metal and a scream. He put the lid back on his can and threw it in his bag. Parker grabbed the bag and started to job toward the cusses and screaming. He finally determined where the sounds were coming from. Slowly, he peaked around the train car to see a young girl with her face in her knees, near crying on the train tracks. Is that....? No. It couldn't be. She doesn't even live near here. Parker walked toward the girl. "Steph? Is that you?" He said softly, staying at least 20 feet away. He didn't want to get to close to this girl incase it wasn't Stephie. Parker's gaze rested upon a logo, half drawn, with a large splatter of paint on the train car next to him. It was their logo. It was Stephie. Parker's words caught in his throat. He couldn't speak.

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Parker swallowed the lump in his throat. He smiled at her. He hated seeing her like this. Parker took a couple steps forward though his legs felt like they were made of led. Three years. Three years since he'd seen his best friend. Parker looked at her for a moment. She was taller. Much taller. He hair had grown but it looked like she had cut it recently, maybe dyed it darker. He wanted to walk right up to her but, he couldn't bring himself too. "Stephie..." He choked up again.

Parker smirked back at her. Knockout. She called me knockout. She remembers. "Stephie..I..I..." He couldn't get the words out. Parker could barely process what was happening. He zoned out, barely hearing her voice now. This was unreal. She was actually there. Standing infront of him was his best friend who he thought had died. Suddenly, she was hugging him. He held her tight. He pressed his cheek against her hair and sighed. Softly, Parker kissed the top of her head. "I missed you too."
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Parker closed his eyes, smelling her hair. It smelt fruity. He'd forgotten what it was like to know everything about someone and care for them so much. Parker held her tighter now. He had his arms crossed around the back of her neck, his cheek was pressed against her hair with his eyes closed. He could hear soft sniffles coming from Stephie. Slowly, he pulled her off of him, enough to be see her face. "Hey..." He said to her softly, his hand resting on her cheek, wiping away her tears. "It's okay. Stephie. It's okay, I'm here." He smiled at her and kissed her forehead. Parker held her tight again. He felt the shaky rise and fall of her chest against his. He whispered soothing words into her hair and rubbed her back. "I'm sorry I never called. I dropped you off at the hospital and...yeah."

ooc: omg. so short D:

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Parker wanted to cry. He wanted to cry so bad. It was Stephie. She was standing infront of him. She was there. He stared at her with such love in his eyes. He wanted to kiss her. Kiss her so passionately it would make her forget about all the lonely nights and terrible thoughts. He want to hold her and never let her go. Parker stopped himself. He couldn't cry. That was bad for her and him. He would make him seem weak. Parker was anything but weak. He looked down at her small frame as she spoke into his shirt. He choked up. No words came out. He wanted to say something. She'd moved? I never saw a moving truck... He rubbed her shoulder and back. "Stephie...you can tell me." He smiled at her. Not just a smile but, the one he would give her when she wouldn't share her paint or when she took away his candy.

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Parker couldn't breathe. She'd been at camp this whole time? He couldn't believe it. He simply could not believe it. Parker wiped a few stray tears from her cheeks and let his hands wrest on her shoulders. They were small, and boney. She needed to eat something. She was so skinny, though she was unbelievably beautiful. He began to stutter, trying to get words to come out. "Stephie..." He said softly. "You've been at the camp this whole time? Seriously? How did I not see you..." He began muttering things to himself while still holding onto Stephie. Things like "come on Parker. You're so stupid. Of course she's a demigod, shes at the camp." Finally, he realized what he was doing and looked back to Stephie. His face was red with embaressment. "Who's your god parent?" He had to make sure they were not half siblings. If they were, he would never think of her the way he had again. Incest was not his type relationship. Even if it was Stephie. Parker was nervous, his palms were clamy and he had beads of sweat forming on his forehead.

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Parker smiled at her. He'd had no idea she was a demigod. He's never seen her at camp. How had they managed that? He laughed then. He laughed for what seemed like forever. He was laughing because of how stupid he was. Parker pinched her cheeks when she teased him. "You watch your tone Ms. Jones," He smiled and pulled her against him. She was cold. Her skin felt like ice. Parker pulled off his leather jacket and wrapped it around her shoulders. Why was Stephie wearing shorts in the winter? He smiled down at the short brunette. Turns out, she wasn't his sister. Thank the gods.
"Perses, Titan of destruction and peace. I'm more on the destruction side but, you know that already." He chuckled and started to walk towards camp. A thought hit him suddenly. What would Aphrodite think? He was dating her. What if she saw him with his arm around Stephie? Parker moved away from Stephie slightly. Now he was paranoid.

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