sparks | henry creel

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"Don't tell anyone." He says, and I nod eagerly. "Wait, so who all knows?" I ask. "Just Hopper. He's arranging housing arrangements. We're actually looking at buying a house on the same road you and Dustin live on, so maybe we'll be neighbors!"
"Oh my god, Will, that's amazing!" I smile, knowing the group is all going to be together again. He then answers my next question. "We should be moved in by the end of the month if things go the way my mom wants them too."

"What, so you guy's aren't going to tell anyone and we're just going to see you and El wandering the halls of Hawkins High one day and we'll know you're here?" I change the tone, kind of regretting how bitchy I sound, but a major headache had just formed. A few seconds go by.

"Yeah, I guess so. Are you okay?"

There's a lot I need to tell him. But I can't say it all in a phone call. Tears quickly start to form in my eyes as I remember Henry. I hate to admit it, but I hardly thought about him last night. I know it probably wasn't my fault, considering I was wasted, but I still feel like I betrayed him for not wasting away in my bed, as awful as that sounds. "No, not really. I've really missed you, Will."

"I missed you too, HG."

Hg. While most of the group called me H, Will called me HG, my initials. I called him WB.
"I heard about that boy, and what occured with the basketball team." His voice softens, and I sniffle as I remember I'm still crying, and us talking about it isn't helping. "Why didnt you call me and tell me about what was going on, Heather?" He sighs. "We kind of stopped being friends, Will." I sternly say, and I then hear Mrs. Wheeler call from above the basement, from what I assume is the kitchen. "Mike, breakfast!" She yells, and I hear a grumble from the tent. "Will, I have to go." I hang up the phone, regretting ending the call on that topic. Mike stumbles out of the tent, and he looks at me as if he forgot I was here. "Shit, you gotta leave." He tiredly walks over to the door.

Mrs. Wheeler is fine with me staying over, but she'd like to know beforehand. So, if she found out I slept over, Mike would most likely get In trouble, especially if she found out we had been drinking. The door unlocked and I step outside, breathing in the cold Hawkins air. "I'll call Steve and see if he take you home."

"No, that's okay. He was probably out partying himself and won't wake up for hours. I'll walk, I can appreciate some alone time." I give him a small smile. "Thanks for taking care of me."

"Yeah, you're welcome. Who were you on the phone with?" He asks eagerly. "Will," I say sheepishly after a minute. "Oh." He looks down. "I didn't tell him about our conversation, don't worry." I shut the door behind me, looking around and deciding to walk the back way.

Eventually I reach home - another two hours later. I come out in the woods behind Dustin's house, and I see my house in the distance. It's closer then it looks, but because of the morning fog, it looks different.

I see the treehouse. I stop for a second, and second guess myself. He certainly wouldn't be staying in there, right? He knows if he needed somewhere to stay he could stay with me, no matter how angry I am, or depressed, even. I know he wouldn't leave me just to go and sleep next door.   I then hear shuffling behind me. I turn around almost as fast as lightning, my pulse racing. I don't see anyone, and I realize I literally just came out of the woods, and after a few more seconds of investigating I decide I just need coffee, which Lucas still needs to get me some, by the way. 

I sigh, hesitantly walking over to my house. I climb up the ladder into the window, and sure enough grandma's not home from her weekend-long bingo binge. I do have to admit, she's been trying to stay home more often. The first thing I do is bath, and change into more comfty clothes. My legs are feeling better, still a little week but I have more energy now. I walk over to the telephone, dialing Lucass phone number.

One thing my mother graced me with is a good memory. The one thing.

"Sinclair's house." Erica mumbles annoyed. "Hi, Erica, can I speak to Lucas?" I ask. Somewhere in me thought she was going to say I don't know, can you? But she doesn't to my surprise, and I hear a beep and then Lucas. "What's up? Are you feeling any better?" He asks. "You promised me coffee and donuts." I say, and he groans. "Do you even remember anything from last night?" He asks. "No, just that I got wasted, and you promised me coffee and donuts." I say, and he curses to himself.

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It feels like I've been lying in bed for hours, even though I know realistically it's more like thirty minutes. I have a lot of stuff on my mind. Henry, the Byers moving back to Hawkins, my intense call with Will, and Henry again. I knew him for two months, yet I've thought more about him over the last few days then my friends of years. Maybe it's selfish of me, maybe it's not. Maybe it's love. I scowl mentally at myself for drinking that coffee early that's prohibiting me from falling asleep, and now I'm having thoughts like these.

I'm then shaken awake as I hear the telephone on the side table next to me ringing. What the hell? Who could be calling late at night like this? I almost tried to ignore it, but then sat up and picked up the phone in annoyance. "Who is this?" I ask. "Is that any way to greet me?"