sparks | henry creel

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I ended up telling him what the... Massager... Is whenever we got home. He looked at me like I was crazy.
I fall onto the couch from exhaustion, my feet nearly killed me walking through the ENTIRE mall. And I mean the ENTIRE mall.

He falls next to me. I'm laying on my stomach. "Hey, do you think Dustin is home from the bowling alley with Steve?" I ask. Several seconds past before he answers. "Ahem," he clears his throat. "I don't know." I turn back around and he's looking down at me. "What are you staring at?" I raise an eyebrow. "You," he says. "Yeah obviously, why though." I sit up. "What do you want to do about dinner?" He asks, changing the subject. I sigh. "I'm going out to dinner with Dustin and Max," I say. "Okay, can I come?"

They've been dying to know how sleeping in the same room has been going, and living together and very obviously having chemistry.

I'd use to argue if someone would accuse me of liking him, but now I don't even have a sarcastic remark in hand, because I'm too flustered or blushing.

"Um, I think it's going to be just us. I'll bring you back home leftovers, though." I try sympathetically to say., laying back down on my stomach. 

I

can still feel eyes on me.
But it's soon forgotten as I fall asleep.

I wake up three hours later at five a clock. I told Max and Dustin I'd meet them at six at Burger King. I  wake up groaning, my feet still in pain. Henry isn't down here with me, maybe he went up to the bedroom. I walk upstairs, with a small limp, and see my door wide open. I walk inside my bedroom and see he isn't inside. Maybe the bathroom?

Not there either.

I see a small note on my bed.

"Went out. Needed fresh air. Enjoy your dinner. I like chicken nuggets. Please bring me back some."
I smile, his grammar almost being too much. I set the note back down and walk over to my dresser. I decide on a tannish colored flannel shirt with a white tshirt.

An hour later
"Wait, you're telling me he bought a sex toy?" Max looks at me, about to bite her lip off from trying not to laugh. "Yes," I respond, trying not to laugh myself. "Oh dear god," Dustin shakes his head, looking down. "Yeah, and, later I caught him staring at me while I was laying down." I add on. "Dudes definitely got a crush on you, Max sighs. "Yeah, and, I'm pretty sure I like him too, but I don't wanna have a crush on someone who I'm living with. It may get...complicated." I look away from them because I know they are going to drive me crazy with the complaints.

"Are you kidding me? He's totally into you, Heather!" Max is the first to argue, and suprisingly the only one. Dustin mostly kept quiet, looking down at this cheeseburger.

"Yeah I know, it's just, he's oblivious to a lot of things, and it's already enough having to introduce him and tell him things. It's going to be rough if I have to explain more stuff."

"You're excuses are lame. It's going to be the same amount of introducing because whether or not you're dating or 'just friends', you're going to be talking about the same stuff. Just maybe a little more rated R," Max defends her point. I don't feel like arguing, especially not when I'm ready enjoying these fries. Jesus, since when did fries get so salty?

As Max and Dustin were in a very heated argument about whether or not Kate Bush is good or not, I decide to slip out of the fast food restaurant and sit on the sidewalk. I fidget with my thumbs, looking down. I hardly notice a tall figure slowly walking up to me.

I finally look up, right when the guy was in front of me. I say guy when he looks to be around my age. "Hi," he smiles, doing a little wave. "Hi?" I reply back, not wanting to seem rude. "I don't mean to... Intrude, I guess is the word, but you have a wonderful face structure. Are you a model?"

I don't know if he thinks he's being seducing, but I wanted out of this situation. I stand up, hoping he'd get the hint, but he just kept on asking if I am.  Maybe he's high.

"Uh, no, I am not a model." I say, turning around but he grabbed a hold of my shoulder. "Let me go!" I shout, hoping the walls that belonged to Burger King were thin, and Max or Dustin or anyone for that matter would hear me. "You know you don't want that." He glares into my eyes. Oh fuck no. I finally knee him in the balls, and he falls over onto the floor, holding onto his crotch. "Asshole!" I turn around, but then I hear a crunch. Then following that is another one. Then another one. And then a shriek. I turn around, scared to see what would be behind me.

And scared wasn't even the right word.