F I V E // I S A A C
"I worry about you, Henry," I told Henry the next afternoon.
"I'm sorry, what?"
"I said -"
"You worry about me? That's not how it works, darling. You're far more pathetic than I am."
I frowned and pressed the phone closer to my ear. "I'm not pathetic."
"Cereal helpline..."
"Well, I don't bloody force you to talk to me, do I?"
"It's not my fault you have a cute voice!"
"Sorry, what was that?"
Henry sighed. I grinned.
"Your voice," he mumbled, "it's kind of cute. And you're okay. Sometimes. I guess."
He paused again.
"Okay, I don't guess. I know."
"Fabulous," I laughed, and this time he laughed along with me.
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a.n EDITED 21/07/15 - now vaguely grammatically correct (i.e uses capital letters)
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Teen FictionHenry's grumpy. Isaac's lonely. And then Isaac rings the cereal helpline Henry works at, and things get a lot more complicated. [short story - #48, 1st october 2014] [teen fiction - #226, 1st october 2014] PLEASE NOTE: this story is currently being...
