parkster oneshots // life of luxury // discont.

♡ i'm sorry ♡

an - in this, parker and chester go to a person's house, as always. but, smth happens and yeah lets goooooo

Parker's POV

I've been sitting on the sofa for about 10 minutes now, going through emails.
Surprisingly, there are barely any prank emails. Usually I get tons of those.
I keep scrolling through emails until I finally find one which seems genuine.

Dear Parker and Chester,

My name is Isabella and I'm 19 years old. 
Lately, I've been hearing weird noises coming from my basement.  As cliché as it sounds, I promise you I'm not joking. They almost sound like animal noises, but I know they aren't. They sound too human to be animal sounds. I have not gone to my basement ever since I've started hearing those sounds. I don't have the courage to.

Please come over and try to help, I'm genuinely scared.
Thank you.

Huh, that does sound weird.
I should probably tell Chester about this email.
Speaking of, where is Chester? I haven't seen him since I woke up.
He's probably in his room, as always.

I walk up to his room, noticing that his door is closed.
He never keeps his door closed.
Is he okay?

"Hey," I knock, "Ches?"
I get no response.
"Chester? Can I come in?-" I knock again.
I hear a quiet "Yeah."
"Okay."

I open his door to see that he was in.. bed? Weird.
It's literally 9 at night, he never sleeps this early.
"Hey, what are you doing?" I ask.
"Nothing.."
I shoot a confused look at him, getting a blank stare back.
"What?" He says.
"Why are you in bed?"
"Oh, so I can't be in my own bed now?"
"Bro, that's not what I meant-"
I see him try not to laugh, which makes me smile.

"You don't go to bed this early, that's why I asked." I say.
"Oh."
"Well?"
"I h-heard that a storm is coming, and you already know how much I hate storms.." Chester says, practically whispering at this point.
"You'll be fine, Ches. You have me to protect you, remember?" I say as I wink.
"Ew."
"Wow, okay then." I laugh.
"On a real note, the storm isn't happening right now, so why are you in bed?" I ask, trying to annoy him.
"Bro-" Chester says, glaring at me.
"..."
"I'm scared, okay? Is that what you wanted to hear?" He finally says.
I stifle a laugh as I sit on his bed.

"Why'd you come in here?" Chester asks, his face buried in his blanket.
"Oh, yeah. I saw an email, and it seems pretty legitimate, so I wanted to show you."
"Oh.."
"Do you- do you not wanna go? It's fine if you don't-"
"No, no- It's just the storm." 
"I'll check the weather before we leave, okay?" I assure him.
"Okay, thanks."
He's such a kid.

I shoot a quick smile at him before telling him what could possibly make him shit his pants.
"Also, Ches.." I say.
"Yeah?"
"We have to go tonight-"
"WHAT THE FUCK?!-"
"Dude, we'll be fine!"
"WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME EARLIER??" 
"I didn't wanna freak you out-"
"WELL I'M FREAKED OUT NOW!"
"Chester- Calm down."
"I-I can't go tonight! What about the storm?!"
"We'll be okay, Ches, I promise."
"Fine.."

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Chester's POV

We both get into the car and I start recording Parker.

"Okay so, we're on our way to this person's house." Parker says to the camera.
"What do you think about this, Ches? I mean Chester-"
"Dude, you can call me Ches on camera, I don't mind." I mumble, avoiding eye contact.
"Alright then. Anyways, back to my question." He says.
"I dunno man.. This is obviously dangerous."
"Mhm."
"Why does it always involve basements?!" I say, frustrated.
I see Parker look and smile at me from the corner of my eye.
Fucking simp.