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33 | BROTHER TIME
WITH his eyes scanning the corridors, Harry wondered if even coming here was a good idea. Why did he let himself get convinced into dumb situations with Elliot?
"Are yeh sure this is even allowed?" He tried to keep his eyes on the ground to watch his steps.
"Is the Harry Hook actually asking if this is allowed?" Surprising words fell from the boy ahead, making Harry roll his eyes.
"I don't wanna end in detention again because of yeh." Elliot chuckled at the words of his friend while he tied his blue bandana around his head, rolling his eyes as so.
To be fair, the first time it wasn't even his fault. Well, maybe it was. For he had been the one to offer to sneak out, but the rest was purely them for not hurrying.
"It is the school's gym. Everyone is allowed to be here." Elliot came to a stop in front of the pirate. With his eyes furrowing, Harry took a step back.
"You need to release your nervousness, dude. You have six days because you haven't gotten the chance." The son of Rapunzel walked over to the small chair that was feet away.
He began to unzip his sweater, revealing his white shirt and making Harry take more steps back. The pirate's mind began to take off in another direction thinking of the wrong. Starting to lick his lips, Harry chuckled.
"Eli, I already told yeh, I'm not into guys." He positioned his hand in the middle of the two.
Elliot turned with dropped eyes at his words. The boy had only taken off his sweater, and the pirate was already assuming again. The son of Rapunzel was starting to think that by denying it so much he would end up making it come true.
"And I already told you I don't want you, yo." With his words escaping on a laugh, Elliot backed up turning away.
He had grabbed two swords from the bucket, passing one of them to Harry who only appeared to be more confused. Because to be honest, Harry wasn't expecting Elliot to want to have a duel with him.
"We're gonna have a small duel." He voiced the thoughts the pirate had.
Raising his brows, Harry glanced at the sword and then at Elliot. "Come again?"
"You heard me." The boy maneuvers his sword in his grip. "Too m-much st-uttering is wasting your t-time."
Harry gave Elliot a glare for his mockery. He really was his father's son, and the pirate wondered if he had the slightest of personal genes from his mother. How can such a sweet person give birth to such a joker?
