Ch 32 ☆"ARE YOU CALLING ME FAT?"

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"He says her name gently, as if picking something delicate

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"He says her name gently, as if picking something delicate."

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GRACIE'S EYEBROWS FURROWED AS SHE STARED AT THE BOY IN FRONT OF HER "Harry?" The dark haired boy rolled his dark eyes. While he wouldn't admit it, he cared for the little blonde, and that scared him. A. Lot. He wasn't supposed to care it was clearly in the job description for a sociopath "My name is Harold, Gracie." Gracie simply ran into his arms, successfully knocking him down.

" What are you doing? Why are your arms around me like that. Are you checking to see how big of a hole your going to need when you kill me?" Gracie chuckled into her friends neck causing him to flush involuntarily. He carefully removed her arms off him and stared at her while she beamed at him and spoke excitedly "I can't believe you're here! Oh my god you would not believe what happened-"

Raven watched her niece interact the strange kid and smiled. Maybe this is what Gracie needed someone her age to interact with, maybe she could finally be a kid. Well that's what she heard until she heard Harold speak "That's cool and all but I'm bored and I stole a gun. Want to watch me shoot something"

Gracie smiled softly at the elder boy in front of her before grabbing his hand and leading him out of the room "Earth is full of the coolest shit. You don't need to kill nothing Harry." The pale boy nodded slightly loosening his grip on her hand "I know but there's too many people here. I hate people. That's why I didn't mind getting locked up in solitary. I think we might need another one of those plagues."

Gracie rolled her ocean eyes and tapped the raven haired boy's nose "That's not true Harry, you don't hate me." The boy huffed and looked away in hopes the blonde wouldn't see the red colour lightly dusting his cheeks "That's debatable."

Gracie huffed before turning around to stare down at the sociopath "Listen here you little shit. I'm 80% awesome, 20% water and 100% beauty. If you think that someone else is going to hang out with your unsociable ass your wrong. Now shut up and tell me you love me!"
Harry's eyes widened and his cheeks began to become slightly more obvious "I love you.."
Gracie smiled satisfied with herself before dragging him along once more.

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Gracie released a sigh as she laid on the forest floor with Harold. "I feel like I haven't had anything sweet in ages. Grandpa used to bring me cake every time he visited me.I think if don't have cake soon I'm going to die."

Harry tilted his head curiously as he regarded the girl. He grabbed an apple that he had seen laying on the ground. He tapped the blondes shoulder's which caused her to turn around "Why don't you just have this apple instead"

Gracie scowled at the apple as if it had killed her father before turning her ferocious glare onto an unsuspecting Harold "Are you calling me fat!" The poor boy gaped at the angry blonde like a dying fish. Gracie growled at the boy, which caused him to gulp in fear. "I-I" However He was soon brought out of his fearful state upon hearing the youngest Blake filling the forest with her loud fits of laughter
"Oh my god! You should have seen your face you looked like you wanted to shit yourself"

By now Harold had been staring at Gracie with a familiar blank expression on his face although if one was to look closely they would see the ghost of smile planted on his lips. "I want to kill you."

Gracie smiled softly at her friend before climbing her way onto his back. He stumbled slightly before grabbing onto her thighs and securing her safely. The blonde cuddled into the boy's neck "I love you too."

Harry huffed and grumbled slightly under his breath "I still want to stab you."

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