sparks | henry creel

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I guess I can write make out with somebody in the library off of my bucketlist. We ended up showing up thirty minutes into the movie. As soon as we walked into the family video, all eyes were on us. I sit down next to Max, and her eyes are wide open. "What's with that look on your face?" She whispers, not even waiting for me to fully sit down. "Nothing," I blush, praying she'll forget. "Uhm, is that a HICKEY?!" She squeaks, and I cover my hand over her mouth. "SHUT UP!" I yell even louder than her, kind of contradicting myself. "Oh my God!"

"Shh!" I look over to her with those eyes, daring her to keep talking. It's funny, because in some ways we're both tomboys, but when it comes to boys, or romance in general, we're suckers for that kind of stuff. Sometimes.

She inches closer to me so she wouldn't have to scream. "I don't get what the excitement is, we've kissed before." I play it off as if it's no big deal, as if I didn't just publicly make out with Henry.
If it was in our bedroom, I know she wouldn't think it was such a big deal, that I wouldn't think it was such a big deal, but he wasn't scared of kissing me. He wasn't scared of being caught. He could just be a daredevil, and you're reading too much into it. "Yeah, but you haven't publicly kissed, have you?" She grabs my arm, shaking it, while squealing. "Okay okay!" I chuckle.

The movie went by fast enough because I fell asleep, again. My second nap of the day. I was shaken by Henry. "Hey, you okay?" He asks. I nod, and he holds out his hand. I grab it, and he brings me up to my feet. "Are you ready to go home?" He asks. "Yeah, sure." I smile at him.

He squeezes my hand once as I guess a way to comfort me, but all I can think about his hands. They're warm, of course, and it's like electricity buzzing. It's like those sudden chills you get all throughout your body when you're doing something so normal, like doing the dishes or putting your laundry away. "Heather?" He asks, and I look up to him, scolding myself for going back in one of those "trances" again. "Yes?" I respond, and he lets go of my hand, a little bit to my dismay. "Yeah?" I clear my throat. "I asked you if you wanted to get something to eat before we get home." He responds, opening the double doors to outside. "Oh, yeah, that would be nice!" Is all I say, half-way hearing him because I see the camaro that  I recognize all too well.

My heart skips two beats. "What is it?" He asks, grabbing my hand again, feeling how cold I am. "Heather what is it?" He asks again. "Its, it's my mom." I let go of his hand, the passenger door opening, and of course my mom climbs out. "What do you want?" I ask, letting go of him once more. I feel my hands form into fists. "Is that any way to treat your mother?" She throws her hands in the air. "Yes, it's a way to treat my shitty one." The front door opens and the driver gets out. It's a different guy from last time, that guy was more put-together, and shy, I guess. "Watch your language, she's your mother whether you like it or not." Mystery guy gets out. "Richard it's fine, I told you to stay in the car." My 'mom' looks frustrated. "I'm sorry, who the fuck are you?" I scoff, getting all up in his face. He pushes me back, causing me to stumble. "Your mother's boyfriend. Now be a good daughter and get in the car." He inches closer to me, and my face begins to fill with horror. "Don't fucking touch her!" Henry's voice gets deeper, and I can see his eyes get dark, but he tries to remain calm.

"What, you want to try and be a 'mother' again? Like the last time? And the times before, were you give up and leave me stranded again?" I think of my grandma, and how she's working on getting me adopted from my mom. There's enough evidence that my mom isn't fit for taking care of a kid, such as her drug abuse and her emotional and sometimes physical abuse. "I'm clean, Heather," a smile forms on her lips. "Oh! For how long? A week? A month? A day? I'm not getting in that fucking car either way." I step back and accidentally step on Henry's feet. "Come on, let's go." I grab his hand, and we turn around and see all of our friends standing at the door. "Get in the fucking car!" The man grabs my hand and Henry immediately let's go. "I said don't fucking touch her you creep!" Henry pushes the guy in the chest. Oh no. He's not controlling his anger like he should be. He may use his powers. "Henry, it's fine. Let's go inside, okay?" I grab his hand, and he turns around to look at me, his face filled with anger, but it softens. He squeezes my hand and pulls me with him.