sparks | henry creel

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I fell back asleep and woke up at eight. He wasn't in the house. I sigh. Part of me knew he wouldn't be here when I woke up, but the other part couldn't help but hope.

Lucas. I wonder if he had any idea what happened, I hope he didn't, because explaining what happened would be too hard. I also had to try and find Greyson. God, I'm just dedicating my Saturday to apologizing for stuff Henry did.

I change my clothes and brush my teeth. I grabbed a snack bar for energy and begin on my adventure.

I figured I live more closest to Lucas than Alejandro's house, and either one one could have an idea where Greyson lives.
I rode my bike, so I reached Lucas's relatively quick. I knock on the front door. Erica opened the door. "What do you want?" She groans. I guess I woke her up. "Is your brother here?" I ask. "LUCAS!" she shouts at the top of her lungs almost. Ten seconds go bye. "Guess not." She shut the door on me.
I decide maybe both my problems would be solved at Alejandro's house. Maybe Lucas and Greyson both stayed the night.

I spend the next thirty minutes finding the house, eventually pulling into the cul-de-sac. I arrive and lean my bike against the house. The front door to the house is wide open. I walk inside the house, and immediately see Greyson passed out on the couch. Regret immediately fills inside of me. I take one last deep breath.

What if he hates me?
Of course he'll hate you. He hardly knew you, yet already have taken a punch for you.

I didn't wanna wake him, because then he'd definetly hate me. I then go bedroom to bedroom, searching for Lucas.

I open the door to the Master bedroom and see Lucas passed out on the bed. "Lucas," I leave the door open, in case anyone wants to start unnecessary drama, and trudge over to him. My legs are tired of biking. He groans, turning over. "Max," he mumbles. "No, it's Heather. Are you drunk?"
"I love you sooo much, Max," he cuddles a pillow. I smirk. If only I could take a video. Max would never let him live this down.
"Max you're fluffy," he rubs his face against the pillow.

I sigh. Turning around, I see Greyson watching me from the bottom of the stairs. "Greyson," I say, a little bit more of a question than statement. "So, wild party, huh?" He begins his way up the stairs, slowly. "I'm shocked you're still even talking to me," I murmur, crossing my arms. As he gets closer, his bruise becomes even more visible. "I'm so sorry." I sigh. "I guess I know now why you were reluctant to kiss me," he chuckles, reaching the top stair. "
I guess I owe him somewhat of a answer
"He isn't my boyfriend, he never has been. Atleast we never put a label on it. How can I make it up to you?"

"Let me take you out to breakfast."

"I'm sorry, I can't-"

"Before you say anything, I'm not asking you to marry me. Just breakfast at waffle house. Two people who don't know anything about eachother. Two people who aren't ready for anything more than being friends."

At this point I feel like I owe it to him. "Okay," I say a few moments later. "I'm just waiting for my friend to sober up," I look back at Lucas who is currently spooning a pillow. "It's ok, nothing bad will happen to him. Alejandro's cleaning the house right now anyways, he'll watch out." He turns around, jogging down the stairs. I take one last look at Lucas before I turn around.

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I knew it was a mistake leaving while she was a sleep. She knew I couldn't stay, right? I guess It felt kind of wrong explaining to her why I had to leave, just to leave again, without saying goodbye, even. I knew she hadn't forgiven me yet, that this is only the beginning of trying to earn her trust back, in a very secretive kind of way. I have to explain myself to the police, though, why I broke half of that punching bags bones, that he was trying to hurt Heather. I also know that going directly to the police station will be a stupid idea, that it'd be better to explain myself to hopper first. Thankfully it's Saturday, so he's probably still passed out. Whether he's drunk or not is a different story.