sparks | henry creel

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- I'd like to say that from here on out the book is going to have heavy flirting and particularly not the best thing for younger kids to read so if you're younger then fourteen, click out 🤞😁

The electricity I felt whenever we first met, that, was actually the reason we met in the first place, came back during those brief seconds, that felt like minutes. "Uhm," I break the silence, stepping back. "Let's get back on the bike." He utters, contributing to the attempts to break the awkwardness. "Good idea," I reply.

I wouldn't say the bike ride to the mall was necessarily awkward, because if it was awkward we wouldn't have talked, when, we did talk. In fact, we both talked, a lot, I guess to help the other seem as if we didn't just have the most uncomfortable moment in our friendship yet.

It wasn't that I don't find him attractive enough to share my first kiss with him. I do find him attractive. But I don't know if he  finds me attractive. And I know he isn't the most experienced out there and can be oblivious at times.

We finally arrive at the mall ten minutes later, and lock our bike to a chain and head inside. "I don't think I've ever been around this many people at once," he looks around. I can tell he's getting a little nervous. "There's a lot of... Older people here. You don't think one of them knows about my past, right?" He asks.

I wanna tell him I'm glad we can talk about this now, that he doesn't have to hide anymore. Well, he wasn't neccasarily hiding, just not telling me things. Ok, yeah, hiding.

"The whole "my father killed my family" thing? Yeah, totally, someone here knows, maybe even a dozen. The "I was experimented on for most of my life so far"? Probably not. Still a chance, though." I shrug. He looks at me. "Gee, thanks for the assurance, Heather."

"What? You asked." I smirk.

I plan on getting him back for the whole sex thing that happened earlier. I don't know how, but will.

"So, what's you're style?" I ask. "Well, you know, I've been locked away most of my life wearing the same Outfit everyday, so, I don't know."

"Okay. I have a store."

I lead him into a non-chain store that I usually shop at. "I like this," he points out a pair of black pants are are ten dollars. "Okay. Do you know your size?"

He looks over to me with that look.

"Okay, guess not. This'll be fun," I utter.

And it was.

We spent most of the time shopping for pants. He had an unhealthy obsession with the stretchy pants that he doesn't know is going to bite him in the ass later on.

I did force him to buy a few tshirts and a pair of Vans. I'm going to force Max to teach him how to skateboard so he doesn't look like a loser - I mean poser.

We decided to stop at the new Scoops Ahoy.
I order a vanilla ice cream cone and he orders Strawberry flavored ice - cream.

"So, how are you enjoying living like a teenager?" I ask, and he smiles. "I like it." He looks up to my eyes, and there's a medium sized portion in my that hopes that has more meaning into it.

"You better lick it."

"Excuse me?" I say. "Your ice cream." He points down to the ice cream spilling down the cone. "Oh," I say, able to breathe again.

I lick the vanilla ice cream as he watches. Oh lord have mercy.

The butterflies resurface as I realize he's been flirting with me. Does he even know he's flirting? Am I just looking too much into things? I then suddenly get the greatest idea to get back at him. "Come on, there's one place I forgot to take you!" I stand up, shocking him. I'm surprised I didn't fall back down. He grabs my hand I pull out. We jog down the second floor of the mall, hand in hand, giggling. We finally reach Spencer's.

Surely enough he doesn't know about this.

"Okay, in the back of here there are massagers. You put them on your stomach and they're supposed to vibrate." I cross my arms. "Ooh!" He looks at me.
YES.
YES.
YES.

"Okay, go!" I hand him a ten dollar bill. I'm sure that would be enough.

He walks into the store and I burst out into laughter. Surely they'll deny him when he tries to buy it. He'll be so confused.

A few minutes later he comes out of the store with his ice cream and a Spencer's beg in his other hand. "WHAT?"I say, shocked. "I got the massager!" He says excitedly, pulling out the dildo in the middle of the damn mall. I shove the thing back in the bag so fast. "Holy fucking shit," I begin to burst into tears. "I was completely positive they wouldn't let you buy it!" I put my hands on my knees, it beginning to feel hard to breathe from all my laughing. "Why? It's a massager!" He asks, so oblivious. "HENRY!" I point at him but then fall onto the floor. "HEATHER!" he shouts, running back over to me. "ARE YOU OKAY?!" He asks, and I then begin laughing even more once the fall wears away. My laugh even becomes deep, and that's how you know it's a real one.

"Holy fucking shit," I say.