The Price We Have To Pay.

I Are Not.

Harry was walking peacefully down the street, it had been about a week since the incident at Butch's, they had come around to know all the teachers, Paige, Tony, Colin, Butch, Joey, Canary, And Bay.

Robin still didn't like Butch, Joey, Canary and Bay much, Especially not Canary, but he could bare them, speaking of Robin, he was at work, leaving Harry alone and bored.

Harry was heading to the bar, a dull expression on his face, per usual, Robin was slowly getting over looking for Donnie, Much to his relief, though he, himself missed the short blue haired boy as well.

He walked into Butch's, his boots clicking against the ground with each step, he sat down Quietly and Canary came up to him "Hello Harry!" He sang and leaned over the bar counter "how can I help you?~"

Harry hummed "Morning, Canary, just the usual beer please.." He said and tapped his fingers against the counter.

Canary nodded and walked back to get Harry's beer, The teachers didn't seem to remember anything from what happened, they didn't even react or say anything about it when he and Robin dropped hints or made references to the lessons.

Harry sighed and rubbed his forehead, he thanked Canary for the beer when the male brought it back, he quietly took a swig from the bottle.

He stared at the wall, unblinking as he sipped on his beer, the coolness of the drink tingling his throat, he leaned forward against the bar counter.

Harry tapped his fingers against the marble counter top, staring at the wall as somewhere along the lines of thinking about the teachers being human fiasco. He got caught up in the thought of Robin.

He was picturing his friends big blue eyes staring up at him beseechingly, his short Frame pressed up against his Tall one. The short male pressed up against him as they slept. Robin flushing beneath him as Harry chuckled and Gently-

Whoa.

Where on earth did that come from?!

Harry's eyes shot open, when did they even close? He looked down at his bottle of alcohol and then quietly pushed it away.

What is in that Alcohol?....

Canary walked over and looked at the not even half drunken beer, "Harry, are you okay? You barely even touched your beer.."

Harry grunted and pulled out his wallet "yeah, I'm fine...just not as much in a mood to drink as I thought.." He said and handed him the money before getting up, and quietly walking out before the annoying bartender could pester him with questions.

Harry was quiet as he stared at the ground with narrowed eyes, unknowingly walking towards the field "Why would I even?..." He shook his head as the grass brushed up to his hips, he looked up and blinked.

He groaned and rubbed his face, grumbling to himself "where did those thoughts crawl out of? The deepest darkest corner of my mind? Why, Robins just a friend!" He told himself.

"Robins just a friend." The words felt bitter on his tongue..

Harry started walking back into town and looking around, he walked towards the grocery store Robin worked at, maybe he should talk to him?

He immediately decided against that and swallowed dryly as he turned and walked back towards Butch's, maybe he should just get another drink and then go home and sleep.

like thats how it went down.

He came back into the motel room drunk, still clutching a beer bottle as he hiccuped softly, Robin had gotten home by now and was cooking up a dinner quietly, something with chicken and corn.

He looked up as Harry walked in "oh! Harry, I was wondering where you were, I had called you but you didn't pick up, are you okay?.." He asked in slight concern as he noticed how drunk and woozy his friend looked.

Harry wasn't quite listening to his friend, as he stared at the shorter male in front of him, so of course that normal mishearing of words created a completely different answer form Harry.

"N-NooooOOOoo! I Ar-Are not GAy."