sparks | henry creel

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My life flashes before my eyes as I take a step back. "Woah, uh, sorry.." I apologize, yet was still staring at his bod. The upper of it, by the way.

"It's okay.." he does that stupid but somehow attractive chuckle of his, and steps back. I shut the door, and turn around.

No. I can't be gaining feelings for him. Just because you think his body is attractive doesn't mean you're gaining feelings for him.

It isn't just that, though. Is the energy I was talking about, where I felt like I was being pushed towards him, a sign of a crush? Or feelings being formed?

It's not like I don't find his face attractive, too- everything about him is attractive. I just can't be giving into those feelings right now because I'm currently living with the guy. And once feelings get involved, things go downhill. And I like where we are right now. I'll just have to try my hardest to dismiss these feelings that are starting to show up.

As if on cue, he walks out into the living room in my clothes. You always read or watch about how  the boy always lends the girl clothes, but now it's the other way around.

His hair is wet and messy, and god it's sexy-
Hey, that rhymed! I take a deep breath when I feel the butterflies start to swim up to my heart, and poof they all go back down. This doesn't sound realstic but it's the best way to tell you how I'm feeling right now.

I wake up in a happy mood for once. And I don't mean that to sound depressed or to ruin the vibes, but I'm not usually a morning person, and considering it's Saturday and I'm up at eight am, I'm shocked I'm even moving. But I am, and I'm baking pancakes for me and my plus one, who, is currently sound asleep, even though he is a morning person, and told me wakes up at five am everyday, but I guess the floors of granny Goodwill's house are comfty. Of course he has a blanket and a pillow and another blanket because I'm a decent human being.

Obviously I'm not going to wake him up because I'm sure he had to wake up at the crack ass of down whenever he was stuck in that building. We went by it again last night when coming back from the abandoned junkyard and it took me all my strength not climb over that high fence and find that asshole who likes tormenting and experimenting on kids.

I know torturing is far worse then.. experimenting, and I only know a half of what he had to go through, but it puts a ache in my body thinking if, here in the eighties, thousands and thousands of years until the end of the time and we're using  children like test subjects, what In the hell is it going to be like years from now?

I'm shaken out of my trance by the sudden moment of someone grabbing my shoulder. I sqeal, originally terrified, but it ended up being Henry. "Goodmorning, sleepyhead." I say, and he looks worried. "Are you okay?" He asks softly, his morning voice still there. "Yeah, I was just lost in my thoughts. Hey, I have an idea. Do you wanna go and ask Dustin if he wants to eat breakfast with us?" I ask, hoping he'd be distracted enough to forget to ask me what I was just thinking about. "Okay," he shrugs after a second. "I could easily ask him using my walkie-talkie but I forgot where I put it."

He turns around, pushing through the double doors that lead to the backyard.

I finish with the pancakes and put them on one of grannies plates she won't have a heart attack about if it gets ruined.

While Henry is out of the house I decide on getting some money from the bottom of grannies drawer she forgot about. She originally started saving up money for my college, and I decide that once I get a job, which will probably be once summer starts, I'll just pay it all back.
I decide Henry can't keep on going to school wearing the same clothes everyday. Sure we have a washer and drawer but someone is bound to start noticing. In fact, someone is bound to come to the realization that his Father killed people - his own family. I know these people aren't that uncultured.

I jog upstairs and reach grannies bedroom. She usually keeps the door wide opened so I just walk right through. I walk over to her dresser, and open the bottom drawer. I dig through the clothes and find a hundred and fifty dollars. This should be good enough.

I shut the drawer, and I hear the voices of Dustin and Henry bickering downstairs. I can't make up what they're saying, but once I get downstairs they stop. D

It's not an uncomfortable silence, more like a "I hope she didn't hear what we were talking about" silence.
"Hope you're hungry!' I break the silence and he gives me a look. "Heather you know me I'm always hungry for your pancakes."

I look at Dustin and his face becomes flustered and Henrys face is completely red. "Oh my god you guys are nuisances," I groan, and both Henry and Dustin both burst into laughter.