𝙗𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙣𝙚𝙬 𝙘𝙞𝙩𝙮 // 𝙝𝙚𝙣𝙥𝙖𝙩

𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙬𝙤

𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙬𝙤

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henry swam towards the water as fast as he could.

he barely knew the boy, but he felt a weird connection with him.

that weird connection had been the only connection he had ever felt with anyone else.

he felt like he was unable to build a bond with anyone.

he sort of just adopted victor and belch as his friends, it just sort of happened.

they were in 6th grade, and they had all met in kindergarten. they were best friends a full six years. still, henry couldn't find a way to connect to them.

"time" he had always said. time was what bonded them.

henry frantically shouted patrick's name while splashing around.

after a couple seconds of henry shouting, he was dragged underwater.

"help!" henry shouted, coughing quarry water.

whatever grabbed him released him, and he floated to the top of the water again, then he saw patrick.

patrick was practically laughing his head off, while belch and victor stood up on the rock, laughing as well.

this was the exact moment henry knew that patrick hockstetter was gonna definitely going to be one of them, if not better.

henry hid a smile, and shouted "*ssholes!"

patrick and henry looked to each other.

henry smiled, and patrick started to sadistically smile.

"please not that smile- it freaks me out." henry said, causing them both to laugh.

"you know what that means?" belch said to victor.

victor smiled back as they both took their shirts off and threw them.

"CANNONBALL!"

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𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙚𝙚 𝙮𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙨 𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙧

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the bell rings loudly as patrick quickly hops out of his seat and out the class door before anyone else.

henry was leaning against the wall outside of the class and greeted patrick as he walked out.

"thank hell that class is over." patrick said enthusiastically, wrapping his arm around henry as they walked down the hall.

"you've gotta stop doing that, dude. makes us look like f*gs." henry replied, removing patrick's arm.

"come on, bowers. you know you love me." patrick whispered in henry's ear, making henry jump and get defensive.

patrick just found it funny when henry got mad.