patrick and henry (after the accident)

chapter 11 a kiss?

Patrick's room was messy as usual, his tarantula Garth staring at them through his cage. He was the only animal patrick refused to kill as he felt a sort of similarity to the pest. Melody was already getting herself ready in a bubble bath henry had prepared for her, with some toys he'd found in her bag, of course. The raven haired boy, on the other hand, flopped onto the bed, shutting the curtains along the way. He huffed. The world was already back to being against him as usual. Henry thought otherwise. He pushed the boy to one side, making space to sit down, even though the room was way bigger than his own.

"Move over you, big idiot," henry ordered, laying beside him. Patrick didn't answer. His energy had drained him like a battery, his face smothered in the covers. A chuckle escaped the blondes lips. Then he settled. Usually, patrick pissed him off more than he did make him laugh. So it was strange to be there, in comfortable silence, before the terror Melody came hurtling in.

Henry took a moment to take in his surroundings. Posters clung to the walls, cds, and tapes thrown about along with messy clothes and bottles of stuff he didn't want to know what was in. He didn't dare ponder what was in his drawers whilst a bunsen burner sat on top of the cabinet. It still felt like yesterday since they stole it from Mrs. brax. Chemistry was one of Patrick's favourites for the fire, of course. He used to go up behind the girls with them, burning holes in their skirts. Henry let out another laugh.

Slowly, the head of Patrick awoke to look up at him. Sleepy eyes stared into his soul. He felt unnerved. "What's funny?" He asked, sitting up by his elbows, blowing in the shorters face. "Nothin," was all he got back. A sly smile crept up Patrick's face, which got a scowl from henry. The raven head had mischief boiling at his tongue. "Why, Mr Bowers, I would be so grateful to know what's gotten you so high," patrick joked, earning a hard kick to the stomach. "I'm not on anything now piss off back to sleep." Patrick wasn't amused by this. With one hand, he pulled henry down underneath him, flattening him with his weight. Henry groaned.

"Bastard, get off!" His yell struck through the house, the angry dog pushing at the leech. But it was no use. Patrick chuckled into Henry's stomach, sending a vibrating feeling through his body. It tickled. He could help but laugh, legs rolling about. Then he furrowed his eyebrows. Jacking him by the hair, he pulled Patrick's head up to face him, and he scowled. The raven head was chuckling, completely in a daze. "Sorry, Bowers, but I couldn't resist." He, in fact, wasn't sorry a bit. He rested his head on his stomach, staring at him. "Melody's gonna need one of us soon, so you better get off," henry warned. Patrick just shook his head. "Screw her. She shouldn't have been pissed on. Besides, hopefully, the stupid old clown comes and eats her for us." Henry wacked him on the head. He himself wasn't a big fan of kids, but he didn't want any wishes on that clown.

A cry came from the bathroom, and they both turned to look to the door. Melody came bouncing in like a spring, a towel wrapped around her shrivelled little body. It was as lanky as Patrick's. "Ew, what are you weirdos doing," she huffed. Henry tried to ply himself out of Pats's grip. "Nothing now what do you want?" The blonde asked. "Yeah, get out of here and leave us alone," patrick grumbled. "Only real people and hen are allowed in here." Melody acted offended at the remark, henry rolling his eyes at the whole real people fiasco again. He wondered how Melody would take it. Offence as it seemed.

"Hey, I am real!" She growled. Patrick sent shivers down her with that hard cold stare, his grip tightening on Henry's waist. "Fine, I'm going to get ready. Bye weirdos." The bratty girl announced, flipping them off as she left. "God, why are Hockstetters so bratty," henry groaned. He could feel the other going into that emotionless state again. The one he hated. Especially after the time they'd had their fight. He'd gone rouge after that, belch saying he nearly got killed himself by Patrick's outrages. It was strange. Something weird as Patrick always shrugged a fight off. But not when it came to that one.

Slowly, without thinking, henry found himself running a hand through the tallers hair. Low sighs weeded out of patrick, who himself was shocked with how out of it he was. Usually, he'd be making a sparky comment or an annoying joke, but his body wouldn't let him. It started to wonder. Wonder to what happened the other night. He hated how he was beginning to feel. He hated how he actually had the idea that henry fucking Bowers was real. That the boy here was not just that anger issues abused kid but an actual partner in his life. Not a pawn but a friend. A real friend. And that shit was scary. Then, all of a sudden, Henry sat up. The boys head began to pace. What was he thinking. He felt his head spin again. The voices crawling back. From settled to rattled, and now he was left to darkness. He closed his eyes and bit down hard on his lip. "Shit, what the hell was I doing," he grumbled. Patrick chuckled. "Giving in Bowers," he teased.

With a thud, patrick fell to the floor, a sadistic grin on his face. He clung to his stomach as henry went to go somewhere else. Just somewhere away from him was what he needed. What he thought we needed, that was. But patrick thought otherwise. He grabbed him by the ankle, tripping him up and pulling him over. "You're not being shy now, are you hen?" He chuckled, tackling the boy. The two struggled against each other, but still patrick held the upper hand. Henry kept his ground, though, even if he was set to fail. "Ugh, you're such a pain," henry gave up. The raven head loomed over him, casting his shadow over the shorter. He was more pleased with Henry's attitude than winning. Patrick just stared, hands palmed to the side of Henry's scrunched up face. He was red and looked like he'd tasted something bitter. Far from what he was thinking. But he was soon to catch surprise.

Chapped lips coated his, and he closed his mouth in fright. He gripped Patrick's shoulders, adrenaline rushing through him. His feet paddled beneath him as he tried to find himself still, his emotions making him squirm with confusion. Patrick, too, was confused. His body had acted on its own, pressing down onto him, kissing him roughly. He wasn't one for sweet moments, so this had to do. It made something beam in him. A sense of reality. Far from the one he got with the bite. It was like that but longer. He felt anxious yet comforted. It wouldn't end on his watch.

Slowly, henry began to follow with, the kiss being sloppy with how out of nowhere the situation was. Desperation was laced between the two, and they were bound to be fighting later, so they stuck to silence. It was comforting. They'd only ever kissed once, and that was when they were young and trying to pick up girls. Something they sucked at for different ways. Patrick placed his hands further down Henry's side, the blondes now rubbing circled on his back. And to just try and take it that bit further, patrick put down his knee between the others' legs. He groaned in surprise. And that's when the opportunity arose. He ploughed his tongue in, the two fighting at each other just like a real fight. Henry sat up along with Patrick, the two not breaking for a second. It went on, with rough hands and rouge actions. Nothing the two were against.

Then it broke. The sound of glass down the hallway, that is. But if indeed broke the kiss. Patrick hung his head in frustration. He wanted to punch something. He was going to bunch someone. "Melody," he growled between huffs. Henry, on the other hand, was silent. It was a surprise he hadn't gone raging on patrick just yet. Hockstetter had been saved for some reason. The blonde sat there catching his breath, face a dark crimson, hands to his side. He furrowed his head in confusion, eyes scanning all over the place. Why? Had patrick really taken this joke this far? Or was it a joke? What was he feeling? What were we feeling? Does this make me a fag? I'm not one. He'll kill me...who will? The dead son of a

"Sorry," Melody apologised. The girl had snuck in and was now swinging on the door handle. Patrick gave her a cold-blooded stare. It was frightening. Even henry was nerved. "Hockstetter calm the fuck down, your eyes are burning. Might as well be high right now." And that gave him an idea for later. "Get out. Both of you..."

A/N Ahhhh, guess who's back, pooks... and the crowds silent. I'm like the worst uploader rn x I rlly enjoyed making this chapter and gonna make another one in a second... which will be like a few hours bc I take ages to write x love yas and enjoy