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𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙤𝙣𝙚
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"what are you doing?" the voice of victor criss questioned, looming over the boy like a hawk.

"give him some space, vic." reginald called out from behind the car.

henry twitched. victor was only trying to be kind, but henry was too caught in self pity to give his friend an answer. paper man, he thought.

the words replayed in his mind; "ain't nothin like a little fear to make a paper man crumble".

he was still shaking from the sounds, his heart still pounded from the horrible words, his face still flushed from the embarrassment.

he moved his hand steadily along the grass. they probably think your mental, henry thought.

he shivered and stood up, slinging his small bag around his shoulder. he couldn't bring himself to look at his friends just yet.

"you okay?" belch asked, but again, henry left no reply. he just brushed passed the two and headed towards the gravel road.

"hey- where are you going?" he heard what sounded like victor shout behind him.

but he had gone too far now, and he didn't dare turn back and soak in the looks of pity from his friends.

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"i don't want your d*mn cookies." patrick said, opening up his door to see the blonde boy standing in front of him.

henry stared back at him confusedly.

"oh, it's just you." the raven boy said, ruffling up his hair a bit.

"well you don't have to sound like you don't want me here" henry said, rolling his eyes and pushing passed him and into the house.

patrick shut the door and traveled his eyes around for henry.

"hockstetter!" henry shouted, running up patrick's stairs. "give me a shirt!"

patrick frowned guiltily and raced up behind him. they both walked into patrick's room, which had been blaring MCR.

henry walked over to the record player and turned it down, dropped his bag on the floor and face-planted onto the bed. smells like him, he thought.

he stared up at the ceiling meaninglessly whilst patrick began rummaging through his clothes for something that henry could wear.