sparks | henry creel

009

The beginning of day of the dead plays as everyone is laying on the 'community' blanket as Steve calls it. I swear it's less creepy then it sounds. Chrissy and Eddie are cuddling and Max and Lucas are cuddling but later on if I ask Max what they are, she'll tell me 'just friends'. Steve and Nancy are cuddling and Dustin, Henry, Robin and I are the four lone-birds. I'm sitting next to Henry while Dustin is pestering Steve about being in love with Nancy.

I look around me and realize how thankful I am. I've been here around the same amount of time Max has been here, and we were both let into the group easily. We've all been through a lot together, minus Henry of course. Suddenly, a big jump scare happens and I jump. Usually I'm not afraid of horror movies but when I'm caught off guard, like right now, I get a little fidgety and scared. I then feel someone grab onto my hand and squeeze it. The only person near me is Henry, so of course I know who it is.

His hands are hot, like usual, and I almost move it away, but his hand has a grasp onto me tightly, as if he knew I would push away. I wasn't going to push away, though. As confused as my brain gets, i wanted him to touch me.

Okay, once again, that sounds way more creepy then I wanted it to be. What I meant was, whenever I feel his hands on me, his warmth, I feel comfortable. It reminds me of the whole energy thing. We felt the same way about that, so I wonder if we feel the same about this.

Our hands never left eachother until the end of the movie, so over an hour later. My hands eventually got used to his warmth. So, next time comes around maybe I won't be caught off guard. What If there isn't a next time?

I don't know how my brain feels about that statement. The thing is, once the movie ended, he didn't move his hand away once the lights turned back on like I thought he would.

"Hey Heather did you like the mov- woah." Dustin says from across the movie and everyone turns to us and sees us holding hands. I get flustered and let go, and I can tell Henry is sad, as if we weren't just holding hands for an hour straight.

Thankfully, Lucas realized how embarrassed and flustered I was, so he changed the subject. 
"I got drunk last night."

"WHAT?!" We all say in unison, Max being shocked the most. "I'm sorry, you what?" Steve gets pissed.

We all joke around and say he's the mother hen of the group, and it's true. He doesn't even argue against it because he knows there's no use.

"After the championship game the team wanted to go out and get drinks, and Jason knew a bar we could get into without a I.D. so we all went." Lucas shrugged. Max stood up and slammed through the front door. I guess she didn't know. I did the most logical thing I could and go and follow her. She's my best friend, afterall. Even if I'm still a little mad at her for snitching on me to everyone, I knew that didn't matter in this scenario, because I knew exactly why she was mad.

"That asshole." She says, walking around in a circle. "That fucking asshole!" Her voice rises as her hands are in her hair. "Who, Jason or Lucas?" I let the door shut behind me. "Both of them! Lucas knows I don't fucking like alcohol, considering I'm watching my mother's brain rot from it!" Her eyes fill with tears, and I sigh, walking over to her. I put my hands on her shoulder and pull her to me. "Max, I know you're upset. But you don't have any control on what Lucas does with himself." I try to help, but know it's no help. "I know, Heather, I know, and I fucking hate myself for breaking up with him but he's one of my best friends and knows that my mom is struggling with an alcohol addiction and my stepdad fucking hit me and Billy and my fucking mom because he also had a addiction to that goddamn worthless shit!" She finally breaks down, falling to the floor. I fall down with her, pulling her closer to me into a hug and she finally gives up and hugs me back. If anyone drives by right now they'd be so confused. I let her hug me and cry on me for five minutes before she finally let go.

"I'm just going to act like it doesn't bother me." She sniffles, running her hand over her nose. "Max you just bursted through the door with fumes practically coming from your head."

"Yeah, you're right." She sighs. "I'm just going to leave, can you come up with an excuse for me?" She asks. "Yeah, of course. Do you need a ride? I can go get Steve. I think he's just as upset as you are." A small chuckle comes from her mouth. "No, that's okay, I'll walk." She sniffles before standing back up. "Hey, I love you, okay?" I say, looking her in the eye. "Yeah, I love you too, Heather. Thank you for being a good friend." She pats me on the shoulder.

I feel like I'm being friend zoned and I'm not even trying to go further then being friends.

I wonder if that made any sense.

I walk as she walks away and I walk back into the store. All eyes go on me; they all were expecting her to be with me. "Uhm, Max came up with a headache and needed to leave." I say, letting the door shut. "What, does she need a ride?" Steve stands up, looking out the door as if he's about to go chasing after her. "No, she needs to be alone." I confidently say. I look to where Henry and I were sitting and see he isn't there. "Where's Henry?" I ask. Everyone but Eddie shrugs saying they don't know. I scoff, walking down through the aisles looking for him. He's freakishly tall, so he should be anywhere. I finally found him in a corner, looking at the small box tv in the corner of the ceiling. "Henry?" I ask, nearing him. I realize he is completely still, as if he isn't even breathing, as if he's frozen.

"Henry, you okay?" I ask, my heartbeat starting to raise a little. No response.
"Henry!" My voice raises and he snaps back, stepping backwards into a shelf of vhs tapes. He looks terrified.