pretty brown eyes (a 3rd part to 'boyfriends ^^' but it's better grammar!!!)

chapter 17: fight

"Parker?" I open the closet door, looking around. Goddamn. There's red LED lights and pillows, and on the floor is a sheeted matress, and Parker sitting on it.
"What do you want?"
"I didn't want them to get upset that I did this, but, uh.." I sit down beside Parker's matress on the floor, smiling as I hand him a box with red wrapping. "I got you a Christmas present."
Honestly, I don't know why I did it, but I felt bad no tdoing it.
Parker stares at me for a second, a look on his face I've never seen before. "You got me a present?"
I nod.
"For Christmas?"
I nod again.
"Without Jordan or Noah knowing or telling you to?"
A third nod.
Parker hesitates before sitting up, being quieter than usually as he takes the gift from my hands. "It's probably a dog treat or some shit, huh?"
I shake my head, watching as Parker unwraps the gift and opens the box. A shirt is inside.
"I heard Korn coming from your.. er.. closet-bedroom.. one time and heard you singing along."
  The song was Shoots and Ladders, I remember.
  Parker doesn't reply as he pulls the shirt out, holding it up. It's the one album—sorry, I don't listen to Korn—that literally is called Korn.
  Parker smiles.
  I've never seen him smile like that.
  "Fucking hell," he whispers, setting the shirt to the side.
  He leans forward and hugs me tightly. I'm frozen because what the hell do you do when your enemy hugs you after smiling like he just won a game?
  I hug him back, awkwardly, but I hug him back.
  "I'm so fuckin' sorry, man," Parker whispers. I'm a little confused. Is he, like, suddenly fixed because I gave him a shirt? I didn't know pscyhos worked like that. Or clowns.
  "Why?" I whisper back.
  "..I don't know."
  "Jayden? Come here! Where are you?"
  I pull away quickly as I hear Jordan's voice.
  "Sorry," I mutter.
  Parker shakes his head and waves me off. "I gotta change into my shirt anyways, man."
  I nod and stand, backing out of the room.
  "Why were you in there?" Jordan asks as I close the door behind me, leaning against the wall.
  "I gave him something."
  "What?"
  "I bought Parker a shirt."
  ...
  "Y'know, for Christmas?"
  Jordan's jaw is dropped. "You gave your 4-year-murder-attempter a shirt?!"
  "A Korn shirt."
  "What the fuck?" Jordan seems like she's almost going to laugh.
  "What's going on?" Noah asks as he steps in.
  "Jayden bought Parker a Korn shirt because he felt bad."
  Noah, on the other hand, takes this differently. His face softens and he rolls his eyes, walking up to me and hugging me close randomly. "You're too sweet for the things you get, you damn boy."
  Sweet? Me? Hell no. "I'm not sweet, I just didn't want him to feel left out."
"The dude wouldn't give you a gift even if it was your deathbed, baby. He didn't deserve it."
  "No one deserves to be alone while everyone's together. Besides, he was happy."
  "I guess that's better then," Noah whispers, his hand playing with the back of my hair as he holds me close.
  ...
  "I'll be right back." Noah pulls away gently and enters Parker's room. I'm confused at first but shrug  it off and leave the room.
 

• haha pov change my sisters brothers and others •

"Jayden gave you a shirt?" I ask my brother—if I dare call him that—as I step inside his room. He's indeed wearing a red Korn shirt. God, Jayden is too sweet—I said that to him, but whatever.
  Parker nods, yawning and sitting back down. "Yeah, man. Making me feel bad for what I did. But I meaaaaan, I haven't done anything wrong since you."
  My hand grabs the side of my shirt, clutching it tightly and faintly as I try to hold back my anger with his words. I put my hands in my pockets after a moment. "Don't say that."
  "Say what?"
  "This was your idea."
  "And it was your wish."
  "I wished he'd be happy."
  "And I helped you!" Parker laughs at me, standing back up. "Look at this guy now. He used to hurt himself left and right, and I'm pretty sure the boy hasn't since October!"
I avoid eye contact and can't help but smile ever so slightly knowing that.
I saved Jayden.
No.
No I didn't.
"Besides," Parker adds, "the boy is so naive. He'll never know!"
That doesn't help my guilt at all. I know what Parker's doing, and I want him to just shut up already.
He's ruined everything already.
"Well..." Parker shrugs, looking up at me with a joking smirk. I don't even know if it's a joke. "Unless someone tells him, of course.."
That triggers me. "Shut up," I snap, not much compared to the last time I got mad at him.
"Shut up? What are you gonna do? Kill me again?" Parker takes a step toward me, standing over me. He's older and he's taller. I hate it. I hate him and what he's doing. He's hurt Jayden so much, and Jayden never even deserved it.
He just stares at me, grinning, as if trying to piss me off. "He'd be so hurt if someone told him the truth, Noah."
"I told you to shut up!" I shove Parker away, watching him fall back to the ground.
Parker winces but quickly gains composure, sitting up with a grin. "I was waiting for that." He stands up, grabbing me by the collar of my shirt and pushing me hard against the wall, the thud echoing in the room.
I mutter, "fuck!" under my breath in pain and try to push Parker away. We both fall over and I punch him while he's under me right in the nose. He yells and turns us over, my head slamming against the floor (ow) as he hits me back.
"You asked for this!" he yells as he grabs be by my chin, making me look him in the eyes. The back of my head is throbbing from slamming it against the floor.
"I told you to shut up," I mutter dizzily, blinking a few times before, terribly but successfully, kicking him off me. I kick him in the shin and watch him suck his teeth in pain, quickly standing the best I can despite being unbalanced.
He's sitting there for a moment and I keep telling myself to hit him while he's down, but I don't and I wait till he's standing. The second he stands I run into him and slam him against the wall (some fair payback.) I punch him, again.
"Fuck!" he yells as he pushes me away again. I don't fall this time, holding myself up the best I can.
Parker bends down and I watch him grab a glass cup.
Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit.
He jumps at me and my dizzy ass, tackling me to the ground and holding the cup high in the air, about to hit me right in my goddamn face, I assume. I keep pushing him, not wanting my face absolutely jacked up, and the second the cup is thrown I move my head the best I can.
"Damn it!" I groan, the side of my head stinging and aching from the impact. I look at him with hazy eyes, worried I'm gonna pass out as I keep pushing weakly. I've never been this bad during a fight and I can feel my head getting wet on the side.
I'm bleeding. Fuck.
"You're a fucking.. a fucking psycho," I mutter out. He's grinning and just staring at me and my bleeding head. "Am I?"
I nod. "Absolutely.. fucked.. up.."
Everything goes black.