victor x henry (frankenstein)

Just friends..? (Part 1)

(Victors POV.)

I walked to Ingolstatd with Henry Clerval, the sky was shining bright, and the flowers bloomed. I held books close to my chest. Clerval walked carelessly, as he droned on and on about nothing. 

We had been friends our whole lives. I did everything with Henry, studied with him, hung out with him..I could trust him. He had always been into poetry, play writing, novels..romantic things. Not me, I loved natural philosophy..

My thoughts were interrupted as Clerval waved a hand infront of my face, trying to get my attention. "Victor? Are you listening?" He asked. "Yeah, yeah-" I nodded, looking over to him. His emerald eyes sparkled in the sun, and he smiled at me. Something inside me felt different when I was with him. The pristine architecture of the school loomed over us, and I shuffled around with my books. 

I hadn't gotten much sleep the previous night..I got too caught up in my studies. Clerval could always tell when I was tired, too. He pat me on the back, "Don't fall asleep in class again" My friend teased. 'Ding, Dong, Ding, Dong' The bell echod, and we hurried to class. 

Professor Waldman shuffelled papers on his desk. I set everything down on my table, as I glanced back at Clerval, who sat beside me. He didn't even want to take this class, but he didn't want me to be lonely. The way he carried himself was so..welcoming. He seemed like he didn't have a care in the world. The Proffesor passed out papers, and Clerval handed one to me. I stared at it, the words seemed meaningless to me..I knew I was too tired to figure it out. The time passed slowly, as I began to draw on my paper.

Occassionally, I looked over at Clerval, who was giving his full attention. I sketched him out on the worksheet. My artistic skills may not have been the best, but he still looked..I don't know. Something about him was just different from everyone else. My mind drifted off thinking about him, before his voice cut into my thoughts. "Victorr...what're you drawing?" He wispered, leaning over to me. 

"Oh it's-" I looked down at the paper, and tried to cover up the drawing. "Its nothing..Just some notes." Dr. Waldman interrupted me with his lecture. The words went in and out of my brain, as I laid my head on my desk. I felt myslef drifting off to sleep, as my thoughts of Clerval faded.

I was awoken suddenly from my dream, as the bell rang in my ears. Clerval shook me awake, "Dude, you really slept through all of school? You need to get some more rest" He reminded me. I lifted my head up, and looked at the clock. The day had gone by so fast. I picked myself up from the desk, along with my things. We walked down the steps together, as Clervals soft voice lecutred me for sleeping so much. I didn't care what words came out of his mouth, really, as long as they were from him. His voice was smooth, yet caring. 

Before I knew it, we stood outside Ingolstad's gates, and it was already time to say goodbye. "I have to go, my mothers expecting me for dinner.." Henry told me. "You're not even going to walk with me?" I asked. I meant it to sound like a joke, but it came out more..genuine. "I'm sorry Victor, I'll see you tommorow!" He waved to me, before dissapearing off into the distance.