*Ollie’s POV*
“Should we use the window or something?” Henry asks cautiously. I can’t believe I’m doing this. I don’t see a lot of options at the moment though.
“Go for it. Me? I’ll be using the front door” I roll my eyes. Is that pink I see tinting his face?
“Are you sure he’ll be asleep?” he asks nervously.
“Asleep? No. Passed out? Certaintly.” I reply. I opent he door to my house.
Sure enough, the over powering smell of gin hits me full blast. I’m used to it, so I barely even pause to sniff the air. Henry, following behind me, seems to gag a little, and when I spare a look at him, I see his eyes have pricked with reflex tears. Not a heavy drinker I note.
As we walk down my cracked and peeling hallway, I review what’s happened in my mind. Me and Henry stuck doing a project together, me and Henry become something like friends, henry being embarrassed by me, Henry seeing my arms, Henry breaking into my house-and most recently, this.
What’s this? Well, when he figured out my father was abusive, the lovely homophobic boy I stand next to now turned into one of the biggest sweet hearts on the planet. His protectivness could almost be considered cute-until it became a problem for me.
See, he asked for a day to decide what to do, feeling responsible for something that had nothing to do with him. He took exactly that-yesterday he intriduded farther into my life then even Tia dared to go, and today he decided that since I wouldn’t get my father arrested, he was going to kidnap me.
“So.. Uh…. Take what you think you’ll need” Henry suggests, standing awkwardly in my room.
I look at my fairy tale walls, the roses I spent hours folding sticking out of them. What right did Henry have to take me from my home? My brow furrowed angrily “I’ve never had to pack for a kidnapping before, what do you suggest I take?” I snap. Henry’s not having any of it.
Swung around-against my will-I’m suddenly pinned to my own wall. For a second my vision blurs and I see my father rather then my friend, and I feel my heart clench. But Henry doesn’t want to punch me, he wants to yell at me, and as I refocuse, I see the frustration containing him in the set of his jaw.
“Stop. Stop complaining. If it was up to me, I’d have your father sent away for life. I’m doing exactly what you want-keeping your stupid little secret. But your driving me crazy Ollie-I just want to help. This is the only other way I can think of. Now grab what you want and hurry up”
I stare at him defiantly “I want my butterfly clip” I spit “Have you seen it?”
I watch the color drain out of his face. He mutters something and steps away from me.
Remorse floods me-I crosed an invicible line we’d both agreed to and accepted silently. I wasn’t supposed to mention that stuff, not supposed to even think about it. They were accidental moments, things that weren’t mean tot happen. I started packing.
“What are you doing?” Henry asked, his voice back to neutral.
“I have to take this!” I whine, holding my frog stuffed animal against my chest.
“Why? Its useless” His tone is confused rather then harsh.
“No, it’s for cuddling. Cuddling is good for you, you know” I stick my tongue out at him.
He looks away quickly, and so do I. we really need to stop that.
“Which one should I take?” I ask, holding up both a choclate chip cookie patterned sweater and a metallic silver jacket. I just wanted an opinion, but Henry looked as embarrassed as if I’d stripped naked and run around him with my arms flailing. Straight guys were weird. “Just a question” I assure him.
