Parkster

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i ain't even gots so ideas fool ✋😔😒

"bro- what's even the point parker we don't even get payed by these people- and most of the time we don't even help them!" i stated loudly using hand motions to show my serous demeanor, but minds well not even try this guys head is way to thick to even comprehend what i'm getting at. i wanna quit. i don't like filming this i don't like the "people" we meet or should i say "help", i don't like how i am the one always getting hurt, and worst part about this all parker doesn't even seem to care about me getting hurt it's like it's all part of some sick script or like he lets it happen just for the sake of the video.

but..

i can't leave i'm not capable of doing so

i love parker, and i wanna be by him, wanna be a good camera-man for him, be good for him.

a gasp quietly as a cold shiver ran down my spine hitting the lowest part of my stomach leaving a feeling that i hate.

need.

"look chester i understand that you don't wanna go there and yeah sometimes it can be scary-

"ch- yeah sometimes-" i mumble just quite enough so parker couldn't hear.

"but dude these people might actually need our help!-"
i watch him talk moving his hands in a certain way, i don't really listen there's no point like i said he's head is too thick. but i stay by his side, i honestly don't even know why.

——————at the house—————

i just sat there mindlessly holding up the bright ass camera filming parker talking i don't even know what but it's most likely something dumb like always-

there's no point in filming this anyway, let alone posting this junk to youtube to the viewers think this is just two dumb idiots filming stupid things that no one takes seriously.

"you ready bro ?"

i snap my head to face parker not really knowing what he said normally he doesn't even talk to me one on one, to be honest i don't really remember the last time we even faced each other to speak it's always just small sentences we share- even though we literally live together, the only thing we say to each other is probably just about editing. parker does all the planning, contacts the people and gets all the equipment. I, on the other hand i just edit and hold a camera up to film conversations. although i guess i am somewhat good at editing i get it done quickly and parker seems to be fine with my editing so i guess that's how we stayed by each others sides for so long.

"huh- uh yeah sure whatever dude-" i say turning my body to open the car door but i stop and freeze feeling a big warm hand rest on my thigh

"look bro everything thing will be ok, i'm right here with you i'm not gonna leave you here and if something does happen just know i'm right beside you-" parker spilling honesty laced in his words

i kinda just stare at him just a shook that he's being sorta nice to me, for some reason his eyes just look so pretty for out of no where i feel like i could stare at those gorgeous brown eyes of his forever and his hair such a beautiful jet black color- don't even get me started on his li- wait-

"s-sure bro wh-atever-" i say quickly looking away tryin shake of that weird feeling i got in the pit of my stomach again i bite the inside of my cheek as i feel my face get hot like that warm hand that was once on me-

maybe i'm touch-starved but i just want him to touch me again i liked the feeling-

ok bye i'm tired

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