h e l l o   t h e r e ,  t h e  a n g e l  f r o m  m y  n i g h t m a r e  

If Audrey could pick her soulmate, her true love, her happily ever--it would be Blink-182. 

If Audrey had to choose one band whose concert she'd attend, but would be required to camp outside the stadium arena for an entire week in the middle of December, in Alaska--it would be Blink-182. 

She appreciated that band more than she appreciated her triple-shot espresso straight from Starbucks that was a key part of her survival in college. What she didn't appreciate was listening to some jackass strumming a slow acoustic version of 'I Miss You' in the middle of the night during the week of midterms. 

Her pen was twitching and Audrey was rubbing at her eyes, forgetting the eyeliner she had applied early that day (or yesterday, she noted as she glanced at the clock on her Macbook) so that there were shadowy smudges coating the purple bags underneath her green eyes. 

I'm going to murder this asshole, Audrey thought viciously as the song continued. Of course, why did the person pick that damn song? Audrey had it filed underneath her playlist of 'sleep' since the song always managed to lull her into a dreamland, free of finals and college tuitions. 

She refused to let herself fall asleep. Professor Jenkins was threatening that this specific biology exam would be one of the hardest things they'd ever have to go through--harder than their imminent midlife crisis and Audrey swore she would be one of the top ten in the class. 

Audrey let out a soft groan before dropping her writing utensil and getting up. Her roommate was already fast asleep, hugging her purple pillow with a bit of drool dripping at the corner of her mouth. Audrey snagged her grey hoodie off the surface of her own bed and threw it over her shoulders as she entered the hallway of the dorm. 

She was slightly confused as to why no one else had gotten the person to shut up yet. It was nearing three in the morning and it wasn't as though the person was trying very hard to keep down the volume of their guitar. 

Audrey followed the noise until she reached the student lounge for her dorm house and that was when she discovered Parker Michaels sitting on the black leather couch, strumming a dark wood guitar with the tv on mute. 

Parker didn't seem to notice Audrey's arrival until she loudly cleared her throat. The junior boy looked up and his hand stopped mid-strum as he saw the girl standing there, looking as though she had crawled out of hell five minutes ago. 

"Hey," Parker greeted in a relaxed voice, the side of his lips turning upward in a crooked smile before he went back to playing his guitar. 

Audrey felt a flare of irritation sparking in her chest. Did Parker seriously not know what time it was? What time of the school year it was? How could someone stay up so late just playing an instrument when it was midterms?

Feeling quite frustrated, Audrey marched on over to where the boy sat and, out of nowhere, seized his guitar so that the music cut off once more. Parker was staring at her in astonishment as Audrey held the guitar out of his grasp. He didn't even make a move to stop her--he just gaped, his mouth wide open. 

"Hey?" Audrey repeated with a scoff. "Dude, it's almost three in the morning."
Parker quickly recovered and raised a dark brow in response to her statement. "And?"
Did he seriously just say that? "And people are trying to sleep."

Parker Michaels merely gave a simple shrug. "Great for them. Can I have my guitar back?"

Audrey gave quite the angry sigh as she ran her fingers through her nest of a bun placed on the crown of her head. Several mahogany wisps fell to frame her face as she set her most dangerous glare upon Parker Michaels, who, for the first time in his three years at the university, felt slightly intimidated. 

"Listen here, asshole," Audrey began through gritted teeth. "In case you can't comprehend my words, when people are sleeping, you shouldn't make noise because their bodies are tired and require rest. By playing a fucking guitar in the middle of the night, you are causing a disturbance to those people as well as those who need peace and quiet in order to study because it's fucking midterms. Play your damn guitar when it's convenient."

She thrusted the instrument back to him, dropping the neck so that the guitar clattered on his laps. A disgusting set of chords were plucked but Parker didn't even seem to care for the mistreatment of his precious guitar. 

"Wow," Parker chuckled, staring at Audrey Bennett with an impressed gaze, "you must be in Jenkin's class."

"How did you--"
"The angriest always come from his class around this time of year," he answered, sending yet another one of his killer smiles towards the sophomore girl, though it didn't seem to melt her like it did with all the others. 

"If you know what the hell I'm studying for, then stop playing your stupid guitar and go to sleep. Or go bother some other dorm hall, just get as far away from me as you can," Audrey snapped. "Christ, Parker, learn some code of conduct."

Audrey turned on her heel, determined to go back and study when Parker spoke once more. 

"Study sections 5-8," he informed her. Audrey turned back to him with an inquiring look, wondering if he knew what the hell he was talking about. "No one ever studies those sections, making it the hardest midterm you'll ever face, harder than your midlife crisis. He literally forms questions on those parts, though, so study those sections and you'll be fine."

Parker, to everyone's knowledge, was one of the most brilliant students on campus and it was one of the reasons why Audrey spent the rest of the night reviewing sections 5-8. But, before she returned to her room to frenziedly memorize the glossy textbook pages, she merely sent Parker Michaels another glare. 

"Go to sleep, Parker," Audrey huffed. "Not everyone appreciates Blink-182 at this hour."

w e  c a n  l i v e  l i k e  j a c k  a n d  s a l l y  i f  w e  w a n t
w h e r e  y o u  c a n  a l w a y s  f i n d  m e

The next night, Audrey was skimming through the texts of her English books when she heard "All the Small Things" being plucked in an off-key manner, causing her to grit her teeth and drop the book she was holding. 

Wendy, her roommate, was fast asleep seeing as how it was two a.m. Audrey was once again the victim of Parker's antics, and this time, it was off-key. 

She considered letting it slide but after a few minutes of hearing the chorus being strummed over and over again in a disgusting fashion, she had to stop it. There was no way she'd remember anything in any of her books if she listened to Parker's all of a sudden crappy guitar playing. 

So Audrey got up again, not caring that she was in tights and a loose white t-shirt that one could totally see her sky blue sports bra through, and exited her dorm. She made her way to the student lounge once again until she stood in the doorway, watching as Parker grew irritated over a couple of the strings on his guitar. 

This time, Audrey didn't stop and chat. She marched on over to where the junior boy sat and took the guitar one more time. However, Parker didn't seem as chill as he had the previous night--instead, he looked quite aggravated. 

Before Parker could have time to snap at Audrey, however, she walked away, his guitar still in her clutch, and headed back into her dorm, leaving the guitar by the door. 

The rest of the night went off without a hitch as Audrey memorized everything on her study guide. 

a n d  i n  t h e  n i g h t  w e ' l l  w i s h  t h i s  n e v e r  e n d s  
(w e ' l l  w i s h  t h i s  n e v e r  e n d s)

The guitar wasn't in her dorm when Audrey returned to room, sopping wet from the rain outside. However, on the screen of her laptop sitting by the window, there was a bright blue sticky note with messy words scrawled in black ink: 

meet me tonight at two -- if you don't come, I'll steal all your textbooks

"Parker Michaels stopped by today," Wendy remarked as Audrey gave a scoff after reading the note. "I didn't know you two knew each other."

"Everyone knows Parker," Audrey countered as she crumpled up the note and threw it onto her desk before collapsing on the bed, not caring that the dampness of her hair would have serious repercussions. 

"No, like, personally knew each other," Wendy corrected herself, shooting Audrey a sly look that she knew very well meant 'I think you two are doing the dirty and not telling me anything.'

"Jesus, Wendy, stop assuming that every single girl Parker talks to is banging him," Audrey sighed. 

"Why else would you guys be meeting tonight at two?" Wendy said. "Is it for a late night study session?" The tone behind her words suggested a very different meaning. 

Wendy didn't believe Audrey when she insisted she had nothing sexual or romantic going on between herself and Parker. Before Wendy went to bed, she threw a condom at Audrey. 

At two in the morning, Audrey pulled on a uni sweater before making her way to the student lounge. The tv was on again, playing a rerun of Friends with Parker sitting on the couch, seeming asleep with his headphones in his ears. 

Audrey made her way over to where he sat and proceeded to nudge him with her sneakers. In a flash, his hand latched around her skinny ankle and shoved it away as he shot her a look of deep displeasure before he sat up and scooted over. Audrey made no move to sit down. 

"What do you want?" she asked in a sharp voice, eyeing Parker with suspicion. It wasn't like the school's most seclusive student to invite others to join him in the student lounge in the middle of the night. 

"You have to restring my guitar," Parker stated simply, jerking his chin in the direction of his guitar, which lay upon the round coffee table. Audrey noticed how it had been stripped of its chords, leaving the surface looking uncomfortably bare. 

"Fuck no," she answered, trying to move away. The nerve of him--even if he didn't give much care for his midterms, it didn't mean he should pass on his irresponsibilities to others. 

However, before she could head even a whole foot, Parker yanked the girl backwards as he gave a strong tug on the sleeve of Audrey's sweatshirt. 

"Hey!" she protested as she attempted to sit up. "Dammit, I have to study!"
Parker refused to let her leave. Ten minutes went and passed, but no matter how many attempts Audrey made at leaving, Parker would pin her down, trip her, or just tug her backwards. He may have a lean build, but he was still much stronger than Audrey and she soon found herself too exhausted to fight back. 

"I don't even know how to restring a guitar," Audrey grumbled as she pulled her legs onto the couch. 
"I'll talk you through it," Parker replied, picking up the instrument before gently placing it on her lap. "You prevented me from fixing it the other night, so now you're going to fix it."

Audrey sent him a glare--couldn't he have waited until her exams were over to request something so silly? Any other night, she would've done it without a word of complaint (okay, that was slightly untrue--Audrey always had a complaint somewhere up her sleeve), but it was midterms and she needed to study. 

In the end, due to Parker's insistence and the fact that he tripped her every single time she tried to leave, Audrey sat down, picked up the guitar and began to restring it. She had lied--her dad used to play guitar, and her older brother had that typical teenage dream of starting a band. She just didn't like restringing guitars. 

Halfway through the process, Audrey spoke up. "I'm sorry for, erm...breaking this, I guess."

"It's whatever," Parker shrugged and Audrey shot down the urge to send him a scowl--then why was he making her restring this? Wasn't this some form of revenge? "What exam do you have tomorrow?"

"European History with Maverick," Audrey sighed. "I really regret not taking that shitty course in high school."

Parker gave a soft laugh before he switched the channel to show an episode of Spongebob Squarepants airing. "From what I heard, it's an easy exam. You just have to know the chapter questions and you're good."

"How do you know? Did you take it?" Audrey asked. 
"In high school. But a friend told  me all about the college exam and it's pretty much the same thing as my AP exam," Parker shrugged. 

It turned into an indirect tutoring session as Audrey fixed Parker's guitar. Even after all the strings were in place and Parker gave a satisfactory nod, the two of them continued talking. Well, Audrey asked whereas Parker talked. Finally, Audrey noticed the time but somehow, there wasn't a bone in her body that wanted to leave. 

She managed to get herself off the couch and say goodnight to Parker, who tilted his head and gave her that infuriating smile before nodding, his silent goodnight, leaving Audrey to head back to her dorm, humming Blink-182 to herself. 

( i  m i s s  y o u )  ( i  m i s s  y o u  )

Audrey passed her history exam with perfect scores. 

w h e r e  a r e  y o u  a n d  i ' m  s o  s o r r y  
i  c a n n o t  s l e e p ,  i  c a n n o t  d r e a m  t o n i g h t 

This time, the tune of Blink-182's 'Feeling This' didn't come from the acoustic strings of Parker's guitar, but rather from the speakers of a smart phone. Audrey had been walking back from the broadcasting studio of the campus radio when she heard the faint but unmistakeable lyrics belonging to one of her favorite songs. 

Naturally, Audrey followed the music and found Parker lounging in the grass, flat on his back with a couple of sodas by his head with his eyes closed. He had his phone on his chest and he was drumming his fingers on his ribs as the beat continued. 

"You do know the grass is wet," Audrey commented. Parker didn't open his eyes. 
"I think I've memoried your voice, Audrey Hepburn," he said. "You know, you should fix the cynic tone."

"It's Bennett, not Hepburn," Audrey retorted, rolling her eyes. She wasn't going to mention that Hepburn was actually her middle name since her mother had this eternal love for Audrey Hepburn.

"Same amount of syllables," he said, finally sitting up, his head tilted back to catch a glimpse of Audrey's curious stare. "What brings you out and about so late? I'm surprised you don't have some kind of test to stress yourself over."

"Midterms are over, idiot. I told you that last night," she stated. "Why are you laying in wet grass?"
"It feels nice. You should try it."

"No, thank you," she laughed. "I'd like to keep myself completely dry for tonight."
"So you won't sit next to me?" Parker inquired, raising a dark brow before gesturing to the two spots beside him. 

"Grass stains are the fucking devil, so no."

Before she knew it, Parker had donee something to her legs that made her topple over, but her body didn't quite hit the ground. Rather, Parker had scooped her into his arms and onto his lap. Audrey felt extremely disoriented as she tried to process what had just happened. She was slightly out of breath, and for some reason, her heartbeat was completely erratic. 

And when she finally gathered herself, she realized just how close the two of them were. Parker's arms were still around her waist and he was looking up at her with this steadfast gaze. Audrey found her eyes wandering down to his lips. Every part of her was hyperaware of the parts of their bodies that were brushed up against each other. She could feel the ways his fingers were massaging the lower nape of her back. She noticed every single time either of their legs inched up or down. 

Audrey had no idea how many minutes had passed, or whether this whole thing was just a matter of fleeting seconds. She didn't know how many saw them sitting like lovers on the wet lawn of the university campus, but what she did know was that the fluttering in her stomach was a very new feeling that she didn't know whether or not she liked. 

It was when Parker leaned in, just a centimeter, that Audrey jumped off of his lap and made a mad dash for her dorm. 

She couldn't listen to any of her Blink-182 songs that night without thinking of the boy with the guitar. It also didn't help that the familiar strumming that bothered her all last week was now playing softly from the lounge once more. 

Unable to prevent it, a smile slipped onto her lips as she buried her face into her pillow. 

l i k e  i n d e c i s i o n  t o  c a l l  y o u 

"Is he out there?" Audrey asked, peeking around Wendy's slim dancing figure to glance down the hallway. 

"You dumb fuck, you're not going to be able to see him from in here," Wendy snorted. "But no, he's hanging out with Lionel today, they're out in the basketball courts if you're interested in finally kissing him."

"I can't kiss him!" Audrey hissed, sending her roommate a sharp glare. 
"Why not? Why are you giving up this perfect opportunity to make out with Parker Michaels, Audrey?" Wendy sighed. "If you don't like him, then be a big girl about it and tell him."

She couldn't help it, but a sound of protest escaped her lips, a habit of her debateful personality--anything she didn't agree with, it was a reflex to open her mouth and argue. So when that sound slipped out of her mouth, Wendy gave an excited gasp. 

"You do like him!" Wendy grinned. 
"Shut up!" Audrey hissed, her cheeks flaming so that she resembled a brilliant rose. "I do not!"

No, she didn't like Parker. This was just hormones. The last guy she had such close contact with was her ex-boyfriend, Quinton, and that had been over a year ago. This was just her body reacting to having such unfamiliar sense being stimulated for the first time in forever. 

Wendy only puckered her coral-painted lips at Audrey before slipping out of the door, leaving Audrey alone with her thoughts. 

Definitely not, Audrey decided. 

Later, though, as she passed by a boy sitting in the lounge, strumming his guitar for an audience, she caught Parker's eye. He smiled. 

She turned her head away, her face red again. Absolutely not, she grumbled, though with less will than before. 

w i l l  y o u  c o m e  h o m e  a n d  s t o p  t h i s  p a i n  t o n i g h t  
( s t o p  t h i s  p a i n  t  o n i g h t )

"Where are you, and I'm so sorry"
"I cannot sleep, I cannot dream tonight."

Ignore him, Audrey thought, gripping her pencil tightly. 
It was one 'o' clock in the morning, and Audrey was finishing up this essay for English that she had completely forgotten. She was three-quarters of the way through her second editing round, but for the past minute or so, all she could concentrate on was the familiar song being played, and its aching lyrics being sung for once by a voice she swore sound broken-hearted. 

"Will you come home and stop this pain tonight?"
"Stop this pain tonight."

Without realizing it, she had been typing the lyrics into her essay:

"Shakespeare's subtle theme of how dark love is--like indecision to call you, and hear your voice of treason."

Dammit, she groaned internally as she rubbed her eyes. I have to get him to stop tonight. Wendy had forgotten to bring her coffee, and without Audrey's caffeine, she'd be out by the time the digits on her clock read 1:30. 
Audrey got off the chair and pulled a university sweater over her tank top before she went out to the lounge. Identical to the image in her mind, Parker was on the couch, strumming his dark guitar, but for once, he didn't seem so invested in his music llike before. 

Abruptly, the music cut off and Parker glanced up at Audrey, a small smile on his lips. "Finally," he said. "I've been waiting since eleven."

"I have an essay to finish, Parker," Audrey explained. "Please, don't piss me off any further than I am."
But instead of obliging, Parker said, "Why are you avoiding me?"

"I'm not avoiding you," Audrey lied smoothly. "If you'll excuse me, I have an essay to write."

But before Audrey could head back to her dorm, she found Parker blocking her way, his arms blocking the doorway while he glared at her. He had his lips pursed in a pouting manner, and Audrey became overwhelmed with this preposterous urge to press her lips against his, just for a swift second. 

"If we're moving too fast--" Parker began, but Audrey cut in immediately, frightened by his choice of pronoun. 
"We're?" she repeated. "There is no we, Parker. There's a me, and I'm not done editing my essay. Please move."

"I know you like me."

Right away, her cheeks went from porcelain to pale cherry blossoms. She gulped, not knowing what to say next. Every part of her wanted to admit it, but a small voice in the back of her brain reminded her that boys were terrible and that school was what she should be concentrating on. 

"How do you know if I like you?" she challenged, hoping to regain some of her composure.
"I lied, I don't know, perse. I'm going off a guess because well... I like you too, Audrey."

"If this is some kind of prank, I'm not in the mood--"
"I'd kiss you right now to prove it, but I was taught not to kiss girl's without their consent," Parker interrupted. "I know....we have something, right? All those nights together, I'm not the only feeling something. Tell me I'm right. Continue where we left off that night."

God fucking dammit, Parker was a forward gentleman and Audrey would be lying to the universe if she denied the fact that she was slightly turned on. Oh, god, she wanted to prove him right. All she had to do was lean forwards and that would be the start of something amazing. 

But Audrey just pushed Parker to the side. "Someone's going to punch you in the face if you don't stop playing your guitar. Have a nice night, Parker." With that, Audrey Bennett left for her dorm, leaving behind a Parker Michaels, who looked like someone just stomped all over his spirit. 

d o n ' t  w a s t e  y o u r  t i m e  o n  m e 

"You've got another sticky note," Wendy announced before closing the dorm door behind her. Audrey's head shot up off her desk and Wendy snickered as she slammed the top of her head against her lamp. Audrey's roommate then proceeded to slap the periwinkle sticky note onto the wall besides Audrey's desk, where it joined a plethora of pastel-shaded sticky notes. 

"He really likes you, Audrey," Wendy sighed, glancing at her puppy-faced friend as she stared at the wall. "Why don't you just go out with him? Go make beautiful band-loving babies together."
"Wendy, stop talking about babies for once in your life," Audrey moaned. 
"I will if you go out with Parker."
"That's manipulation right there."

Audrey let out a shriek as Wendy proceeded to tickle Audrey from the side. When Audrey finally calmed down, Wendy gave her a stern look. "Is this about Quinton?"

Just like that, Audrey's short moment of bliss faded and a bitter look crossed her expression. "Not every guy is going to be like Quinton," Wendy said with a tender tone as she cupped her friend's face. "You can't just swear off relationships because Quinton liked to hop into beds everytime you weren't around."

"It was Liam before Quinton," Audrey sniffed, feeling the waterworks about to break. "And before Liam, it was Cale."

Audrey had terrible luck with relationships. Every guy she got had cheated on her, but had defended their actions profusely with the statement of, "You were just too weird of a girlfriend."

Parker would most likely turn out to be the same. Sure, everything would be wonderful in the beginning and he'd find her neurotic personality and overworking tendencies to be cute and admirable. Until, of course, those got in the way. Then he'd start complaining about their lack of dates and how they never had time for sex. He'd whine about she wasn't paying enough attention to their relationship. Then he'd get bored. He'd start straying and Audrey would come over one night to find him in bed with another girl. 

She was sick and tired of it, but it was inevitable. Audrey was a girl that no one tended to stick around with, so why take the chance?

y o u ' r e  a l r e a d y  t h e  v o i c e  i n s i d e  m y  h e a d  ( i m i s s  y o u )

Everyone was home for Christmas break, so Audrey found herself alone in the lounge, sipping the remnants of the hot chocolate she had ordered earlier. It was disastefully cold now, so Audrey launched the paper cup into the nearby trashcan. She normally returned home for break, but her brother had called a few weeks ago, telling her that Quinton would be back in town. None of her family members wanted her to be back if Quinton would be within five miles of her. 

He had been attempting to win her back ever since the incident. She wasn't tempted to say yes, but the thought of having to actually hear him voice the pathetic excuses he sent over text was bone-grinding, so Audrey opted to stay by herself on campus for break. It wasn't too bad. The silence was nice and it allowed Audrey time to study a bit more. But studying had gotten boring so she sat in the lounge now, listening to her favorite band. Her eyes fluttered close and her fingers tapped out the rhythm on her knee. 

God, it's cold in here, she thought as she shivered. She considered getting up to grab a blanket or another sweatshirt but her position was rather comfortable and fuck, she was just so lazy at the moment. 

"You do know they're shutting off the heating for about an hour, right?" an oh-so familiar voice spoke and Audrey's eyes snapped open to find Parker leaning on the couch, regarding her with a passive expression. 
"No, I didn't," she said, getting up. "Is it everywhere?" 

Parker nodded. "It's some testing thing for the heating system," he explained. "You might want to layer up. It's about to get below freezing point." The junior boy then stood straight and began to stride away, leaving Audrey to stand by herself. She opened her mouth to call him back and invite him to spend some time with her. She was craving company--specifically his company--but then she closed her mouth. She wasn't ready to give her answer yet. 

Suddenly, Parker stopped and turned around. He looked quite flustered, and Audrey noticed a pink tinge on his cheeks. "Look, I hope this doesn't sound weird but I've got a personal space heater in my room thanks to Lionel, so you can hang out in there until they turn the heat on."

Now it was her turn to blush. It had been immodest of him to even suggest the idea, and it would be immodest for Audrey to accept. But she knew how cold the campus could get--they had done this experiment once before as well, and she had icicles hanging of her eyelashes. "Sure," she heard herself saying, and the two of them were equally as shocked as the other. 

But Parker beckoned for her to follow him to his dorm. It was in another building, of course, located at the second to highest floor. His dorm house was nearly empty as well, with a few kids still on campus, indicated by the lights shining from the crack under their doors or entrances propped open as the boys shouted at some sort of videogame. Audrey kept close to Parker, ignoring the curious glances the two got as they walked by a few open doors. She had only been here two other times to help Parker with a project, and the amount of teasing the two got (not to mention the amount of trouble they almost got in) had been enough to keep her away. Parker wasn't supposed to be in the girls' dorm house either, but since none of the girls complained or brought attention to it, he had never gotten caught. 

Audrey fell on his bed when they entered his room, slightly trembling from how cold the air seemed to have gotten. From his dorm window, she could see the snow falling furiously, blanketing the campus in a thick sheet of a pristine white, making Audrey feel as though she was dwelling in some kind of winter wonderland. 
Parker had pulled out the space heater. It began turning orange in a few minutes, and Audrey extended her arms to warm up her hands. Meanwhile, Parker was at the end of his bed, unfolding a quilt made of navy and grey patches. Then, he proceeded to wrap it around Audrey, and his actions slowed down as his hands drew the hems of the blanket together. 

"Sorry," he coughed awkwardly, hurriedly backing away and rubbing the back of his head. "That was, uh, rude of me. I didn't mean to make you feel uncomfortable." He turned around, finding something to busy himself with on his desk. 

And in that moment, Audrey knew that she had been wrong. 

Parker Michaels was his own person. Parker wasn't like Quinton. He wasn't like Cale or Liam, and Audrey felt an overwhelming surge of stupidity. He had his own bar to live up to, and there was no way Audrey was going to find out whether or not Parker was going to reach it if she sat to the side, debating whether or not he'd become the same as her past affiliations. 

"Parker," Audrey spoke up. She got to her feet, gripping the blanket around her. "I made up my mind."

"Made up your mind about what?" Parker inquired, twisting to face Audrey. Suddenly, there was a pair of soft lips pressing against his, almost hesitantly, and he witnessed, wide-eyed at first, Audrey Bennett dropping her walls. 

The kiss started out extremely slow as Parker slowly put his hands on her waist and she dropped the blanket, allowing herself to wrap her hands together around his neck. He was so much taller than her (Audrey Bennett here was a little 5'5" compared to Parker's 6'3" figure), so she stepped on his worn out blue sneakers. 

He didn't mind the fact that she was nearly a whole foot smaller than him. He found himself tilting his head, deepening the kiss while his fingers slipped under her small sweatshirt, gingerly drawing circles on her skin as he pulled her closer. 

Parker tasted like warm nights underneath the universe in the midst of summer weekends. He tasted like early morning walks in the fog along low-tide shores. The feeling of being in his arms reminded her of the time the two of them had stayed out late in the city as Parker's treat for Audrey passing her quiz with flying colors, the two of them dancing in the fountains before running away from the cops. 

"Audrey Hepburn, you are one fantastic kisser," Parker murmured against her lips as they pulled away from each other. 

"It's Bennett."
"I'm pretty sure it's Hepburn."

 * * *
so i may have been listening to blink-182 a bit too much when i was writing this (oops)