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It has been almost more than two weeks since memorial day weekend.
You got Henry a toothbrush and a hoodie with a rock band printed on the back, because he kept stealing yours. You guys would go shopping for clothes since he's been borrowing yours or your dad's.
He was ecstatic, but that's doesn't even describe how happy and excited he felt.
He felt like he was home, for the first time. He never really felt at home when he still lived with his parents, he always had an eerie feeling, especially in 'that' house.
You and Henry got freshened up, and headed straight to Starcourt Mall. Henry dragged you to the G.A.P which attracted him the most. He spotted a black and gray sweater vest, his eyes were quite literally huge blue orbs piercing through his skull as he admired it from inside the glass display.
"Come on y/n!" He excitedly took your hand and looked around, he picked out some plain tees, royal blue, burgundy, white, black, and gray. He also spotted the rock band tees of course, so he grabbed a few of those. He also chose some black ripped jeans, some blue ones, and some skinny jeans. Henry also picked up some hoodies, a white one, and a black one, then a leather jacket, and of course some sweater vests and elegant pants.
You guys checked out and put the bags in the trunk, heading back inside you guys grabbed some Icecream, it was a very good day.
You two headed back to your house and folded his clothes to put into your drawers and hang them in your closet.
And after that it lead to you two making out on your bed, with boy's dont cry playing as background noise. Quite literally, 30 minutes of just kissing and grabbing one anothers hair.
You grabbed your pearl encrusted black purse, and your car keys, and Henry followed you out, you turned on the radio station and The Clash began to play 'Should I stay or should I go?'
You start the car and begin to drive, Henry was doing a little dance while lip syncing, like he was in a band, it was quite adorable.
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"Henry?"
"Mhm?" He hummed
"When is your birthday?"
"I-uh I don't actually know."
"Hm,"
"Why don't we make your birthday the first day you came to Hawkins? You smiled,
"May 24th" you grinned
"I like that." He was happy.
You and Henry drove into Dustin's driveway, even though he was literally next door.
He had poker cards, a projector playing a movie on a wide sheet, food, drinks, and so many blankets and pillows.
All this was set up in his small, but spacious treehouse. It had a warm glow since there was dim yellowish stringlights aligning the ceiling and walls.
You and Henry climbed into the treehouse, which sat eddie, Dustin, Mike, and El on the wooden floors. Will and Joyce were busy, and Lucas couldn't join because he was at a stupid jocks only get together playing a game where you 'throw balls into laundry baskets' and most likely getting high to the sky.
Ugh.
You were hoping to see Robin, Steve, and Nance but it appears they couldn't make it today, sadly.
As the hour passed, the boys played poker, while El and Mike were too busy snogging one another's face off, jeez.
Henry stayed beside me the whole evening and soon he had layed his head on my lap as I played with his blonde locks.He looks so peaceful and pretty. You thought to yourself,
As Henry's eyes fluttered shut, you placed a pillow under his head, and a soft blanket atop him.
Shortly after, everyone agreed it'd be best to just have a sleepover so nobody drove home sleepily, at risk of wrecks. "Goodnight sleepyhead," you kissed his forehead as he smirked, in his 'sleep' he was only half asleep, perhaps. You fell asleep shortly afyer him, and so did most of the crew.
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Eyes On Creel
FanfictionYou've never once seen him wandering hawkins, the small but hellish town with the eerie ambiance surrounding every inch of hawkin's land and water. A product of my agony. A saint living in sin, manipulation. !SMUT!