sparks | henry creel

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I was on edge for the rest of the day. Everytime I went outside, wether it be for lunch or free period, so only twice - I saw the same black van.
It could just be my anxiety, I know. But the super illegal tinted windows, and how it was parked outside of my house, and now at my school, I feel like I should have a pretty good alibi on why I'm on edge.

Lucas and I decided we'd keep our "weed" deal on a downlow. Technically it shouldn't even be called a deal, but he wanted to sound cool. To whoever? I don't know, because if we're the only people who know about it, it just doesn't make sense on why he wants to sound cool.
Whatever, I'm thinking too much into things. Like usual.

The only person in our group who wouldn't be upset If they found out I tried weed would be Henry. Not because he's a hippie - actually I think they smoked pot mostly - Actually, aren't they the same thing? I don't know. It doesn't matter.

It does if you're smoking it later today. You kind of want to know what you're putting into your body, right?

Henry wouldn't be upset because he doesn't know what it is. Unless he's been paying attention in health class. And now that I think about it, chances are he has been paying attention - whatever, he isn't finding out. I'll just have to get away from him later today. Ever since I told him about the van, well, actually,
He heard about it from Dustin's loud mouth, he's been on edge, too. I don't know why.

Although he still tries to assure me. "Heather, if I were you I wouldn't worry." He looks over to me, taking a break from his book. About the dangers of weed. Are you fucking kidding me?

"What's that for?" I ask, pointing to his book. "Oh, the health teacher assigned it to me. Just finished learning about sex." He looks back down to his book. "Jesus, keep your voice down," I chuckle, looking back down to my own book. "Why?" He looks over to me. "Obviously you didn't learn anything if you just so openly say "I just finished learning about sex". I shake my head. "Is it that bad I'm proud about natural things?" He asks, sitting up. I shake my head, laughing still as I try to focus on To Kill A Mocking Bird.

"Answer my question, Heather."

I bite down on my lip to control myself from laughing. "Alright don't say I didn't warn you.." he sighs, standing up."What- what are you doing-" I begin to say then realize he's about to tickle me. "NO!" I shriek loudly, my face then filling with redness as I realize we're in the library.

He doesn't listen, ticking me on my stomach. "No- stop!" I laugh, and his hands move up to my face. He cups my face, lightly, and so he's just standing over me.

I feel my face become even more red. He then closes his eyes as he slowly leans in, kissing me on my lips. I'm shocked for a second before I kiss him back. I press against his lips heavily, matching his energy. Suddenly he pulls away and I groan. Not in a weird way, in a "come back here" way.

He walks back over to his own couch, sitting down and he continues reading his book about weed.

I wonder if this kiss is going to be like the last. We never talked about it. If it is, I'm going to become frustrated. Hell, I'm already frustrated. Sure, he apologized for kissing me, and I told him not to forget that I kissed him back, but that doesn't solve the situation we're in. What are we? Friends? Friends with... Kissing benefits? Is that even a thing?
Henry Creel is one of the most confusing people I know.

The next two hours went by in a breeze, and soon enough it was the end of the day, and we all walked to Family Video together. Since it was a Monday, Chrissy and Lucas didn't have practice, so they were with us, too.

Apparently Lucas and his basketball buddies are meeting tonight at a abandoned restaurant that supposedly was here long before I showed up.

I honestly don't know how they get away with hanging out there all the time. If it was only a couple days of the month I'd understand cause maybe not a lot of people would notice, but it's almost everyday at this point.

I don't know what their going to do whenever either A, the government is going to test it down to build something new on the land, or B, when someone wants to buy the property.

Lucas and I decided we'd walk to the place together after film day to get the weed. It still feels so weird thinking that I, Heather, who's been made fun of because how... Pure, I am, is about to smoke weed with Lucas and the basketball team. Actually, I don't even know if I'm going to be doing it with them, maybe I'll leave with it and do it somewhere alone. I hope it's the first one, because I don't know how to smoke, obviously.