Mind Full of Paper ♔ zarry stylik

8

"I'm writing a story about us," Harry began. "It's where we're in a world of magic. You're like Peter Pan...you saved me, but you are also brave like him... I'm kidding! It's a story where two men become fond of each other and one of them has an extremely hard life. The man is taught to love females...in a time like now, it's hard, y'know? The boy killed his father and was sentenced to prison. His lover visited him everyday, but from his temperament, he lost the boy."

Zain listened to Harry with a blank face,"Two men? Fond of each other?" His mind grew questions.

Harry nodded,"so are you going to show me some boxing tricks?"

Zain was still thinking,"in real life, if...the same gender end up kissing, they get arrested. Would it be the same if you wrote about it?"

"Arrested??" Exclaimed Harry.

Zain nodded,"but, I mean...if you," He paused before speaking up once again,"but I won't tell anyone. The plot is nice." He connected the tips of his thumb and pointer fingers together and pretended to seal his lips. Harry grew quiet again.

"Let's go to the boxing room, yeah? It's just a room with a punching bag." Zain led Harry towards the boxing room. It was cold, but somewhat empty too, but there was a slug buddy hung up high in the middle of the room. Zain pulled off his shirt, , slipping on the boxing gloves. His right hand was a bit better.

"Don't use your right hand." Harry said. Zain ignored. He punched the bag with his left hand and then aimed for the right. "Shit!" His right hand stung. Harry sighed; hurt that Zain hadn't listened to him.

"You have to start fighting with your left hand. You have to start getting dominant with that hand before your right hand heals up. If you become a boxer again, you'll be able to punch and hit with both hands swiftly." Indeed Harry was absolutely correct. The boy was graceful and intelligent. He didn't know much information since he never had a social or learning life. He taught himself little things, but he mainly carried on great wisdom.

Zain didn't answer. He didn't like taking in other's advice. He always had to be correct, though most times he's not.

Harry sighed and shrugged to himself,"I'm going back to bed." He mumbled and rubbed his cheek a bit, in sign of sleepiness. He couldn't rub his eyes since he had . He didn't like the fact that Zain was ignoring him and showing him little attention. 'I think I look nice...doesn't Zain think so? ' Zain did, but the man tries not to think that way. He doesn't think this type of action is "right".

"okay." Zain felt like he made a fool of himself. Once Harry went back into Zain's room, the boxer threw the gloves a few feet away and screamed. He screamed out no words, he just screamed. He looked at his right hand that was still wrapped by Harry's old shirt. They've known each other for a month now, but haven't became that close, yet. Harry received no trust from Zain and Zain never gave Harry correct information.

Zain held onto his right hand, leaning down against the wall.

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