i'vedonewrong,i'vebeengone**moffie

[PARKER KNOX CAVANAGH]

it's the one you love

~~DRINKDOWNANDYOURCANDLESBURN~~

It was humid in the air; the heat was slowly starting to decrease as autumn was soon to be coming. But it hadn’t decreased as of then; it was still humid and hot. People were still outside trying to catch a new scent of fresh air before it would soon be taken away from them. They were still trying to sunbathe, get the best of the Sun before it would be gone. Before the sky began to fill up with dark clouds and began to turn grey, and also before it began to drizzle with rain. Rain was always a downer, sure Empress rained quite a lot, but it still was always dull and gloomy. No one felt like doing anything in the rain. They didn’t want to go to work or school or play out because the rain made everything seem messy and just ruined everything. Parker liked the rain, it always seemed to match his thoughts; dark and gloomy with a drizzle of upsetting thoughts. When he was young, Parker always seemed to have a fascination with rain. He used to sit down on the window sill on his bedroom and just look out at the rain. Sometimes he would feel daring and open the window, sticking his whole head out just to get drenched by it. Yeah, that was a daring Parker when he was young. Seemed like his sense of daring was still the same, even though he was dead and could do anything he wanted. Even when he had unleashed his inner childhood with his best friend, but now all that had died down, not the reason being his death, but the reason was being his friends’ death.

Having his friend die on him had the harshest impact on Parker; surely people would say he was no different right? I mean, a lot of people had died, and Parker’s best friend dying was just another one that hit the stone, so why should Parker receive any special treatment? Parker didn’t think he needed any special treatment at all, after all it was kind of his fault that his friend died, wasn’t it? He knew that they both should have gotten malaria tablets before they went abroad on their little tour of the world, but he didn’t remember. Normally Parker was the sensible one, the one who remembered everything, literally everything. He remembered the first aid box, their clothes, the money, how to change in between currencies and everything really. But for some reason injections, tablets all that just flew from his mind and he had no idea how. It all just went, as if he had some kind of brain spasm and Parker hated himself for that. He hated the fact that he wasn’t more sensible, he hated the fact that his brain slashed out on that very little, but yet important piece of information...and so that was the reason as to why he hated himself. He couldn’t handle that guilt at all, especially because he was definitely the reason as to why his best friend’s sister, as well as literally the love of his life, died. He had killed her, no he wasn’t a hard cold murderer but she had died in his hands. It was all just too much for him and so Parker had committed suicide.

Parker opened the door to the church and stepped in slowly, sighing in deeply. He was going to pray for a good friend of his, Moffie. Moffie was a sweet little kid, although he was actually about Parker’s age in general, but hey, Parker was mature, a whole lot mature so he thought of Moffie as a little child. Both had known each other when they were in high school and were good friends. They used to talk to each other and just basically do everything with each other. It was as if they were both inseparable. But time passed and friends passed. Moffie went a bit religious and Parker just met new people. Moffie had his Bible group and Parker had his friends, they went their separate ways but they still remained good friends. When Parker had met his best friend, Landon, Moffie was kind of all too forgotten and Parker could never forgive himself for that. Moffie had died about one year before his own death occurred; a disease had taken his life. Parker had no idea what the disease was as Moffie’s parents didn’t tell him, they told him that they didn’t even know it themselves, so it was a bit hard to get to know the truth. Another person who he had cared for died and that just tore Parker to pieces, Parker felt as if he was responsible, again. It all just weighed him down, his best friend, his other best friend and his girlfriend...all dead within a few months of one another and then Parker died, fearing that he would cause people even more pain. Who could have gone through much like that in just the space of two years? Parker didn’t think anyone could, and so he had pushed the knife through himself, causing himself pain, but he knew that it probably didn’t hurt as much as it hurt his friends.

Parker slowly made his way towards the alter and as he reached it he fell down to his knees and then bent his head, with eyes closed he began to pray. He prayed that Moffie was somewhere in heaven, no where near hell because Moffie was a good person; he deserved Heaven, after all the guy was practically in church every day nearly, praying for someone other than himself, even Parker; who wasn’t even deserved to be called a good friend. His lips were moving but his voice was barely audible, it was just barely a whisper. Parker then prayed for his other best friend as well as his girlfriend. He was just about to pray for himself when he decided that he didn’t even deserve it. Parker got up from his position, and made his way towards the first pew, and sat down upon it. He was tired, tired as if he had been lugging around a ten kilogram sack of plain flour. With another whisper, Parker looked up at the ceiling of the church. “Why me?”

TAGGED// MOFFIE
WORD COUNT// 1050
LYRICS// ALL AMERICAN REJECTS - KISS YOURSELF GOODBYE
OUTFIT// LOVELYPARKER!
THOUGHTS// ERM DUNNO.
CREDITS// ME - BUBBLES

[MATTHIAS ELIJAH STARLING]

Although it was hot today and it was hot yesterday and it was a lot hotter in Empress then it ever had been, a taste of fall peppered the air. Sometimes, through the sun, a cold breeze could be felt, sneaking up from behind, brining reminders of cold, muggy winters. Empress didn’t have bad winters; it was just your typical Canadian winter, with snow all the time and cold, lots of cold. So, right now, it was normal that the people of Empress were out and about, absorbing the warm rays of sun before the leaves started falling and winter crept upon them once more. Even now, some rain clouds hung on the horizon, threatening Empress with a storm. Around here, the weather was never quiet constant and it was about time for a good thunder storm. The rain wasn’t all that bad, it brought new life, and it brought the amazing smell. Even if it was cloudy and downcast, it was still okay. There was magic in the rain and people needed to embrace it more often. People said God was in the rain and sometimes, just sometimes, Moffie could feel it. Watching the rain pour down on the ground, endless and unceasing but yet...so beautiful and magical. Rain filled him with wonder, made him ponderous and thoughtful. The world was such a mysterious place. Moffie loved the rain as much as he loved the sun. But, of course, this was Moffie. He loved everything in the world without fail. Moffie was always the one to find everything beautiful and to always think nice, happy rainbow sunshine thoughts.

So why, then, did the church suddenly look so....ugly? Not ugly in a bad way, just to look at it, it was obviously old. The white walls were washed out, covered with the dirt and dust of many years. Moffie knew people tried to keep it clean, but the dust in Empress was never ending, and thus stained everything in the town. The church was cracked around the edges, the walls partly grown over with moss, and the door needed oiling. So, what was really wrong with that? No one ever said that churches had to be large or grandiose, but all over the word people were building larger and more impressive churches. It was like people thought the Lord loved them better if they portrayed him in a better image. God loved everyone equally though, even if you only prayed from a crumbling church in the middle of nowhere. This church was like a second home to Moffie, he loved it to pieces, even in its dilapidated state. It fit Empress perfectly anyway, everything here was a little run down, a little old and dusty. But even now, as he stood outside the doors of the church, he found a nagging thought in the back of his mind.

Moffie had always followed the word of God, through and through. Never had he wavered, though he would question things sometimes, like every person would. Truthfully, Moffie didn’t believe in all the things people thought Christians believed in. He didn’t believe Jesus or God would ever condemn a person because of race, because of sexuality, because they weren’t Christian or because the committed a single sin. God wasn’t a judge; he was a kind leader of the world. Moffie knew He was never one to judge, and as such Moffie judged no one harshly or condemned them because of some silly reason. Everyone, to him, was to be treated fairly. It was how he felt and how he beloved, no matter what other people thought. And people thought God was bad, because of all the horror and violence in the world and He never tried to stop it. Moffie wished he had an explanation for this one, but he did not. He knew the Lord would never let His people suffer. Moffie was sure God was only letting the world suffer because He was displeased. The people of the world had been getting less and less faithful towards Him. People were too proud, too horrible in their ways and so He had to take action such as this. Moffie hated thinking about this though. He didn’t want to think about all the hurt and all the pain in the world. It made him far too sad and the world needed to be more joyful.

Moffie pushed his way into the church, looking around the empty space. He really did come here every single day, sometimes more when he was alive. Yeah, Moffie was a little bit of a church freak, but what was wrong with that? He would come here to pray, or to talk to the preacher, for youth group and general stuff like that. Church kept him really busy sometimes, but he enjoyed it. He did lose a few friends as he grew older and became more involved in church life. The one he was the most heartbroken about was Parker. He and Moffie had been really good friends, though they just met in high school. For some reason, they got along really well, though they were a little different. Opposites attract, and so this was with Moffie and Parker. Parker was so mature and quiet while Moffie acted and looked like a five year old. Parker was serious, sombre...and tall while Moffie was barely any of these things. But the boys got along great. It had been hard, at first, because Parker was so shy, but Moffie eventually got past that and so the two boys had been inseparable. Parker was never the religious type though, and Moffie soon lost his friend, and one day it was like he disappeared all together. Moffie would see him in the halls, but then he’d be caught up by a whirl wind of people from church, all talking at once and he wouldn’t even get a chance to say hi. He felt bad, for leaving the boy behind, but then the disease had hit him and he couldn’t even see any of his friends that often. A lot of his friends just left as well, as soon as they figured out what was wrong with Moffie. He sighed lightly as he walked slowly up the aisle, towards the alter, tucking his hands in his pocket. He stopped when he heard a voice, tipping his head. He’d thought no one was here. Moffie continued walking until he saw a familiar face. “Parker?!” Moffie was really surprised. He was just thinking about him and he suddenly showed up at the church? Moffie smiled then, this was more than coincidence. He almost skipped forward towards the boy that was sitting in the pews, forgetting about praying for now. “I haven’t seen you in forever!” he laughed, and sat down right beside him. “What are you doing here? What have you been up to?” Moffie was happy to see his old friend, but then he frowned. He remembered learning about Parkers death. He’d been to church the day of his service. He didn’t want to bring that up just yet though, so he stored it in the back of his mind.


TAGS PARKER-BABE!
LYRICS SACRELIGIOUS;NEVERSHOUTNEVER
WORDS ONETHOUSANDONEHUNDREDNINTYFIVE
NOTES PARKER IS A CUTIE <3
CREDITS MOI

[PARKER KNOX CAVANAGH]

it's the one you love

~~DRINKDOWNANDYOURCANDLESBURN~~

Parker couldn’t wait until the snow came. Whenever it was winter, there would always be snow. Little kids would run out of their houses, and start making snow men. They would throw snowballs, make snow angels, and just revel in the pure whiteness before it got trashed by everyone. Parker loved the pure whiteness, it was refreshing and for some reason, for him it was really comforting. He would often look in despair as the white snow turned brown due to the mud on people’s shoes, or a smooth layer of snow was made uneven by a person when they took it to make a snowball. Yes, Parker was odd, but this was how he was. He loved snow as well as rain. Winter and autumn were his two favourite seasons, people would call him negative because of the fact that winter and autumn were related to death, they were cold, the wind was bitter. To be honest, Parker did like that. He loved the harsh feeling as the flowing wind cut into his face; he liked the cold that came along with it too. It was just all too beautiful; call him crazy if you wish. He loved all things cold; maybe it was because he was so hot all the time? Who knew? But he did love it so. It was just refreshing, like someone pouring water over your head in the morning when you were asleep. That was how Parker saw autumn and winter. It was kind of like a little wake up call. A wake p call for what he particular didn’t know, but he still liked that feeling.

The church was running down lately. Parker had not been to it when he was alive, but he could still see that it was really beautiful back over a year ago. So how had things changed so suddenly in just a year or two? In fact, lots of things could change in a matter of seconds in the year. People stopped believing, no one wanted to help clean the place up, volunteers went down the drain and the church became a big mess. Something people just overlooked. It wasn’t as if it really mattered, did it? God wasn’t going to punish people for not keeping the church clean, was he? Who knew? The church walls were cracked in a million different places, making it seem as if it was going to break down entirely in a few seconds or so. Or that it had some large weight put upon it that it could not handle anymore. It was like Parker in a sense, he felt as if there was some kind of terrible, heavy weight upon his shoulders and it was trying to break him down. No matter how hard Parker tried to be free of this weight, it came back stronger than ever, hurting him even more.

Parker did not know whether to believe in God or not, he was a Christian by birth, but really not every Christian showed their religion did they? They just acted as if there was no God or something. But Parker always thought about these things. Did he believe in God? It all seemed pretty simple and fairy story like, and it was definitely better (well to him) than the Big Bang Theory that all the scientists had come up with. But Parker did not understand. If God loved every one of us, if he was going to send us straight to heaven after the death of the people, then what was the point of putting the people on Earth on the first place? If it was some kind of test, then it really didn’t mean anything since everyone was really going to end up in heaven anyway. So really, all in all what was the point? Why were the people all over the place suffering? Why did some have to go through freak thunderstorms, famine and war, when God supposedly loved all his creations and didn’t want them to suffer? It was those kinds of questions that made Parker think, that made him not believe. He wasn’t a good Christian, he never went to church on a Sunday and he already had sex before marriage and drank alcohol just like many people right now did, so he wasn’t a good Christian. But really, Parker did not care; he was not obsessively religious at all, so it was all fine for him.


Parker did not life his head up as he heard the Church door open; he was too...depressed really. He wanted to get out of the church now, it made him feel suffocated, but yet, it felt so relaxing too. This was probably only the third time that Parker had come to a church, otherwise he had never bothered. He never bothered to come in and pray, or sit in the pews and think just like he was doing now. But no, he was not turning religious, he was just turning emotional. Very emotional. Thinking of Moffie made him a bit too emotional. Moffie was just like a little brother to him, and Parker loved that. He was always very overprotective of him, warning him of all the people that he should stay away from and just giving him advice in life, after all Parker was the mature one out of the two. Who knew if Moffie did actually take his advice or not? But parker hoped he did, after all Moffie did not really like to displease people and that made Parker feel happy. The fact that Moffie didn’t want to displease people was just so cute, it was even cuter because Moffie was just really adorable in a little kid kind of way. Moffie was the first to speak to him in high school really. Even though Parker didn’t want to speak to anyone. His only goal when he entered high school was to get through it, get good grades and then leave. But Moffie interacted with him, Moffie tried to get him to open up and that made Parker like him, because Moffie understood. He didn’t pressurise Parker into anything, he didn’t get frustrated or angry all too quickly like others and gave up on him. In fact Moffie did all the opposite, he was gentle and caring and he made sure to never give up, he was persistent in everything. Parker looked up as his name was being called, it was a familiar voice too and Parker couldn’t help but to gasp as Moffie came through in his vision. “Moffie?!” Before Parker could ask any questions Moffie had moved towards him, almost skipping really, and asked him questions while sitting down next to him. Parker smiled at Moffie’s happy attitude, the guy hadn’t changed at all in the two years he had been dead. “I’m fine Moffie, how about you?” Parker laughed a little too, but it was one of those short laughs, something Parker hadn’t done in a long time. He smiled as Moffie laughed; it reminded him back of the old days, which made him sound real old. Parker grimaced at the word ‘old.’ He didn’t want to be old at all. “Do you mean what I’m doing here in this afterlife thing, or what I’m doing here in the church? If it’s the latter then I just actually came to pray for your soul, I really didn’t realise you were in this life Moffie. I’ve not been doing much, just straddling around and playing with my guitar. What about you huh? What have you been doing here for the past two years? Are you ok here?” Parker’s brotherly side came out of him all too quickly, but he hadn’t seen Moffie in ages so it was obvious it would.

TAGGED// MOFFILICIOUS
WORD COUNT// 1297
LYRICS// ALL AMERICAN REJECTS - KISS YOURSELF GOODBYE
OUTFIT// LOVELYPARKER!
THOUGHTS// MWAHA PARKER IS A CUTIE, MOFFIE IS TOO.
CREDITS// ME - BUBBLES

[MATTHIAS ELIJAH STARLING]

It was strange to think he’d been dead for two years, but here he was. He’d spent much of his time watching his old friends, hanging around the school, and then just watching his family. It hurt, really, to watch his little sister. As far as he knew, his death hurt her the most. The two of them had been inseparable in childhood, just like best friends. She had always trusted Moffie and wanted to be with him always. His little sister was a lot quieter then he was, and not as open. She found it hard to make friends and was easily bullied. Moffie would always do what he could to protect her and now he no longer could. Watching her on days she would get picked on made him feel horrible inside, angry and frustrated with himself. He wished he could still be there when she was crying at night, or when she had nothing to do and just wanted to play. Of course, there was nothing he could really do now. Eden was growing, by herself, anyway. Perhaps it was a good thing that Moffie died. She had friends now; he was just worried about things going wrong in her life, or her turning down the wrong path. He just wanted to be there to help her and give her advice. Moffie had watched Parker, occasionally, too, curious what the boy was getting up to, since they barely talked anymore. He was surprised to watch the series of events that lead up to Parkers death. Moffie hadn’t been able to see everything, but it was all so surprising for him. He felt so bad for Parker, and the fact that he had to join Moffie in this afterlife. He wished he could have just gone to Heaven, where he really belonged, even if the Lord said suicide was wrong. Moffie didn’t think anyone should go to Hell just because they took their life. Looking at Parker, it was understandable, what he did. Moffie would have been crushed if the same things happened to him, but he of course, he would never kill himself. He didn’t even kill himself over what had happened, because really it was his fault, and so it would just be cowardly, not facing up to the blame like he had. Besides Moffie didn’t want to die, he didn’t want to do that to his parents, to himself. He’d even admit he’d been a little afraid of death. He knew he would eventually find his way to God’s kingdom, but it was all unknown to him and it just scared him. Because, what if he was wrong? What if it was nothingness after death? Of course, now he knew better, but this wasn’t the end of it. Moffie knew there was more, and he was nervous to find out. He would be crushed if he got sent down to Hell for his sins.


Moffie knew he would probably be considered one of the most strictly religious teenagers out there. He knew a lot of teenagers said they were Christian but didn’t really follow God or go to church or do anything remotely like that; they just had nothing else to say about their religion. The only had his elect few friends that were at church every Sunday and youth group every Thursday, just like he was. He didn’t believe in drinking, smoking, cursing or any of that. He didn’t believe in sex before marriage either, and that was the one slip up he had. He didn’t even want to think about that, it cut into his heart like a blade. Lord, the disappointment he could see in his father if he’d ever told him the truth. Even the look on his parents faces when the doctor’s finally diagnosed Moffie was horrible and it shattered his heart. He could never possible tell them the truth, he could never tell anyone the truth. Lying was horrible, but the truth was worse. Moffie hated that time and he wished he could stop remembering it. Otherwise then that, Moffie was an extremely good Christian. Of course, it was almost natural for the boy. His personality would have been the same, even if he hadn’t been religious. Moffies sweet personality just begged for him to be pure and good and loveable. Heck, if his parents hadn’t been Christian, he probably would have found it himself and been just as he was now.


Moffie almost wanted to jump up and hug Parker, he was so happy to see him. He didn’t even care that they had drifted away as friends, or people had got in the way, it still made Moffie happy. He just felt like old times, sitting with Parker here. He remembered how Parker always used to take care of him, give him advice and generally act like an older brother. He was protective, but Moffie never found it annoying. He enjoyed being around Parker, even if people said he was too quiet or too boring. He could understand Parkers shyness and he only wanted to make the boy smile and be happy. Of course, Moffie wanted that out of everyone. But Parker was special, because he was so quiet and no one seemed to want to talk to him. Moffie didn’t like people who didn’t even bother trying to be friends with someone just because they were a little quiet. He was slightly quiet when people first got to know him, but then he exploded into a giant ball of...well, cuteness. So Moffie always did all he could to get Parker out of his shell. He didn’t even mind that they drifted apart, because at least Parker had found some other friends that knew what a good guy he was. “I’m good, really good. It’s awesome to see you again” Moffie was all smiles, as usual, glad it seemed like Parker was happy to see him. He had noted a little trace of sadness in his eyes, and he was pretty sure he knew why, but he just wanted to chase it away. He blinked in surprise at Parkers words, laughing slightly. “Pray for me? Oh wow, thanks. I didn’t think you...were that religious...”Moffie tipped his head, thinking. But perhaps Parker had a reason, because Moffie knew he wasn’t that religious. He felt a flash of guilt for a moment, he hadn’t prayed for Parker in a long time. Sure, he had after his death, but then other thoughts consumed him. “Oh, you know, I’ve just been wandering around Empress a lot. It’s weird, not being so busy with stuff anymore. The only thing I have to do every day now is come here...” Moffie didn’t mind having nothing to do; he had explored much of outside of Empress. Usually he’d just walk for days, along the roads and through fields, alone and by himself. It sounded sad, but Moffie enjoyed it. How else was he supposed to spend his days? “Okay here? You...mean, dead, right? Cause you know I’m fine in a church, it’s my second home,” he laughed for a moment. “I’m fine, really...I mean, it’s weird, being dead and all, but I like being able to still watch over my family and friends. How are you finding it?” Moffie was a little worried for Parker, because he knew what he had been through. He didn’t know all of it, but he knew it was bad. He didn’t want Parker to be sad.



TAGS PARKER-BABE!
LYRICS SACRELIGIOUS;NEVERSHOUTNEVER
WORDS ONETHOUSANDTWOHUNDREDFORTYEIGHT
NOTES MOFFIE TALKS A LOT =P
CREDITS MOI

[PARKER KNOX CAVANAGH]

it's the one you love

~~DRINKDOWNANDYOURCANDLESBURN~~

Parker’s year in this life had been weird, well not exactly, ‘oh my gosh what’s happening?’ kind of weird, but just...weird. You know that type of weird, when you can’t really explain anything? That type of weird. It was just all so different, in fact it really didn’t spaz him out for more than three days, after that he was fine. He just didn’t know the basic rules of this life. Who would have in the first day after seeing your dead body on the floor with you parents screaming at you to wake up, and no Shinigami there? The Shinigami didn’t arrive straight away to him like many people told him he did; he came at least one hour later, still confusing Parker. Parker had no idea what he was meant to do in t this life, the Shinigami just told him that he was dead, he was in this life and he could not contact anyone in his previous life, and then kind of just disappeared again after making Parker tell him why he killed himself. It was as if he was filling out some death certificate or something, it was amusing to think about, but Parker had not laughed. He just really felt dazed, and confused for a few seconds. He walked around the afterlife for the next two days in a weird daze. Then his funeral had started and Parker snapped out of it. All the preparations were being made, his coffin was a bit too grand for his liking but it was still very beautiful and he knew his parents wanted to give him a proper send off. He was glad of it. His parents were scared and shocked when they saw his body on the floor, his little brother on the other hand; not so much. His brother took one look at the body and then just froze. It was difficult for Parker to see him in that situation and state, very difficult. His brother walked out of the room then, and went up to his own and slammed the door, not showing any signs of emotion at all. It was all too very difficult for Parker to handle, so leaving his parents sobbing over his carcass, Parker slid into his brother’s bedroom and saw him lightly sobbing. Parker wanted so much to just wrap his arms around his brother and tell him that everything would be ok, but he couldn’t even touch him. After that little sobbing session was over, his brother went back to his immobile state, not uttering a word until the day of Parker’s funeral. Parker then realised how selfish he was. He didn’t even think of his brother at once, he didn’t think about anyone; just himself. But what was done was done and Parker could not do anything about it at all. He was just going to have to live with it. Something else that would always be another burden on him. When this all happened to him, Parker truly believed that God had something against him, but what? Parker was much better than many people in the world, but yet his life was totally screwed!

When Parker was deciding on the best way to kill himself, he was trembling a lot, and also speaking to himself as if he were some crazy man in a mental institute. He was pacing his bedroom, from one end to the other, a knife in his left hand a long rope in his other. Many people hung themselves, and it seemed much easier than just stabbing. But it also seemed as if when you hung yourself you were in so much more pain, and you died slowly and painfully. Parker wanted something clean cut and quick so he had thrown the rope behind his bed and held the knife in his hands. It was one of those chopping knives that his mom used when she was cutting up vegetables and other foods, he had stolen it just an hour or two after dinner when no one really went to the kitchen again, he knew that was his perfect opportunity to get it. After pacing the room a few more times with the knife left, Parker stopped in the middle, flipped the blade around in his hands a few times before he plunged the knife deep into his chest, making sure it was exactly where the heart was. He dropped to the floor, hard. His body made a loud thumping noise which alerted his parents and caused them to run to his room in fright. His mother was the first to open his door and then she screamed when she saw him there, lying on the floor with a knife sticking out of him. His father did not move when he saw him, he only got out of his frozen state when his mother kneeled beside him, trying to get him to open up his eyes. How much pain he had given his parents; it was unbelievable.


Parker didn’t know whether he should touch Moffie or not, a simple hg would have done or one of those guy punches, but Parker had never seen Moffie do any guy punches in his entire life, so he had decided against it. Parker gave a small smile towards Moffie, it wasn’t as if he was angry or sad at Moffie, Parker just never really saw the reason as to why he should smile all the time. Sure Moffie did just that, but for Parker it was all too different; it was just weird. Smiling was not something that Parker did often, and that was why people always often saw him as the party pooper; because he didn’t smile, which just really confused Parker. Why would him not smiling, wreck a party? People were weird these days, but he could understand where they were coming from. He could not just keep a straight face all the time could he? But Parker could, keeping a straight face was like second nature to him, it was just natural. Moffie was one person who parker could be himself with, it was weird but Moffie did remind Parker of his younger brother and that just brought a smile to Parker’s face. It was all too sweet, not to mention that Moffie was actually just so cute like a little child too, so that was an added bonus for Parker. Parker nodded, but did not smile. “It’s awesome to see you too Moffie.” Parker wasn’t much of a talker, Moffie was the one who chatted a lot in the friendship between the both of them, and Parker was the listener. It was something Parker didn’t mind at all, anyway Parker did like listening to Moffie speak; so it was all good. “I’m not that religious, I was just passing this place and I thought of you.” Parker gave a grim smile and nodded his head, he needed to lighten up with Moffie; he didn’t want to seem so upset and brooding all the time and scare Moffie away now, did he? Parker nodded as Moffie spoke about the only thing that he could do around here was go to the church. “Really now? You made any new friends around here?” Parker looked around the sombre looking church and shrugged his shoulders a little at Moffie, planting a little smile on his face.“Good...good. No one’s bothering you right?” Parker raised one eyebrow at Moffie questioningly and then gave a little chuckle at Moffie’s question. “Me? I’m finding it alright...it’s just...normal really.” Parker had no idea what else to say, he really hadn’t given this place a big thought, he just lived in it, not doing much. Sitting in random places playing with his guitar. Parker then smiled at Moffie, just so to keep him at bay and not to make him ask questions.

TAGGED// MOFFILICIOUS
WORD COUNT// 1312
LYRICS// ALL AMERICAN REJECTS - KISS YOURSELF GOODBYE
OUTFIT// LOVELYPARKER!
THOUGHTS//PARKER NEEDS TO SPEAK!
CREDITS// ME - BUBBLES