henry pulls drew by the hand under the bleachers, "come on let's talk under here," he says as he stops in front of the slits to look at the field where the football team practices.
"henry why are we under here?" drew asks and pulls his hand out of his. henry pulls his eyes off the team to look at drew, "i - i don't know. it's a cool place to talk?"
drew frowns and rolls his eyes, "okay. what do you wanna talk about?" henry stares blankly at drew then shrugs.
drew rolls his eyes once again and walks out of under the bleachers and back to the cafeteria. leaving henry to watch the football practice.
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blurry nights
General Fiction"my skin is dark as night, but you're the one with constellations across yours"
