Better than me.[bowers gang]

Chapter one: intro

•WARNING: SLURS, AND BLOOD MENTION•
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The two boys sat at the quarry. Their legs hanging off the edge as they stared down.
Victor and belch were busy today, as belch had a job and victor just needed to help family even if it was burden to him. That would leave only Henry and Patrick together. Alone.

Henry hated the fact that he sometimes was left alone with Patrick. Sure Patrick was his best friend since they were four but that didn't mean Patrick didn't scare him. Patrick always knew how to piss off henry. To really get under his skin.

Henry let out a sigh and swayed his feet back and forth as they dangled over the edge of the quarry. He picked up a small stone and held it in his hands. He let out an angry groan and chucked the stone down to the bottom of the quarry. Patrick noticed his change in emotion and knew the boy was thinking about the same thing he always was. Henry would go to Patrick to rant about whatever he had on his mind. Sometimes without asking and other times he would wait until patrick asked. He liked the attention from him.

"What's wrong with you today?" Patrick asked him with a raised eyebrow. Henry sighed again. "I hate all these Derry whores. All of them." He said with clenched teeth. "Maybe they hate you too. Wouldn't be a shocker since you're a prick." Patrick grinned. That same grin he had whenever he looked at his fridge. Henry refused to look at his best friend in this moment. "shut up. You're not a pretty picture either." He sighs again then adds on to his sentence. "How come every time I get with someone new it never works?? It always fucking fails and I KNOW I'm not the problem so don't say I am. dickhead." He mumbled the last part under his breath not caring if Patrick heard him or not. Patrick rolled his eyes and his face went back to the blank expression he always held there. He stared down at the water. "Prettyyyyyy sure it's you henry. It's definitely you. Why would anyone wanna keep dating you when all you do is probably use those chicks for sex? I'm not wrong. You've had your fair share in sexual experiences at this point. Maybe you're the whore." He snickered. The grin appearing on his face again. The same, evil, grin. Splayed out across his face. Henry knew Patrick was right. He couldn't deny it but he sure did try. He was stubborn. He didn't give in to anyone at any cost. Except for Patrick. Patrick knew how to fuck with him and get away with it for no cost or repercussions. He could always pick on Henry. He didn't mean it of course because Patrick liked the mullet wearing dickhead he called a best friend. Henry continued to pick up stones and throw them down as he replied back to Patrick. "You're wrong. You're so so SO wrong." His expression turned sour and he began to show visible annoyance. Patrick liked to see Henry angry. He bit his lip and tapped his finger on the ground.
"Don't think I'm some fucking fag or anything like that. I'm not. I'm straight. I'm not a stupid queer." He huffed and turned his head the opposite direction.
"guess the junkyard incident never happened then. Hm?" Patrick chided back. Henry froze. His shoulders tensed and he felt his teeth clench as the rage boiled hotter. Before he realized he had punched the lanky boy in the face with one strong hit. Patrick let out a sound of a pain and a groan as he grabbed his face.. "What the fuck Bowers??" Patrick was angry. It was hard for Henry to make him angry. But he managed. Henry didn't mean to take it that far. Patrick's blood soon began seeping through the cracks in between his fingers as his nose bled more. Patrick's expression was pure anger. Nothing more. He brought down his hands and the blood covered boy stared at Henry.

Henry's eyes were big. He didn't mean to hurt him that bad. Sure he punched him the junkyard but he didn't mean it the way he meant this one. Patrick could tell Henry was slightly scared. Henry swallowed the lump in his throat and opened his mouth to apologize and say sorry to his best friend for hurting him like that but before he could, Patrick interrupted the short boy before he could speak. "Save it." His tone was sharp and stiff. His nose continued to bleed for a few more minutes as he talked to henry. "just don't worry about it. I'm fine." Henry glanced at him. "okay.." He began leaning backwards until his back hit the ground and he was staring up at the cloudy sky. It looked like it was gonna rain soon. His best friend, Patrick, decided to lie back as well. He let out a sigh and wiped the blood from his face with the back of his hand. Henry turned onto his side to face him. He blinked a few times. Staring blankly at Patrick's side profile as Patrick stared up. "It's not all that bad liking boys ya know.." Patrick mumbled. "Yeah yeah I know..but-" Henry was cut off by Patrick once again. "you've got internalized homophobia. I can tell. You don't actually like women. You just like to keep some around purely for looks or so your dad is proud for once. You liked what happened in the junkyard. You can't deny that. You probably keep the sluts around so you keep your pathetic sense of reputation up too, your rep is everything to you." Patrick's voice was blank now.
Henry didn't know what to say. He was never going to admit to anything. But Patrick was right. Henry liked boys and he didn't want anyone to know. He liked what happened between him and Patrick. He kept denying but it never changed. That thought was always there. Hell, that time got him off more than some girls did. Henry replied to him. "yeah it's not bad to be gay or whatever but.. Derry was built off of homophobia. If I was queer.. WHICH IM NOT!" The boy shouted that part.. then continued. "I wouldn't feel like getting beat for it. It doesn't seem fun." Patrick began to smirk again. "Just admit it. This has nothing to do with homophobia or derry's roots. All this is about you coming to terms with you liking guys. This is about you and your sexuality. Not about Derry, not about me, just you. Cmon, you're a twink. You sure do act like one. You are the one who has the earrings here soooo.." Henry's face turned sour again. "Hey..! My earrings do not make me a twink." He growled at Patrick. "Aweeee so cute. Compared to me, you look cute when you're mad. I'm taller than you by a few good inches so that means I can overpower you. You don't scare me bowers." Patrick cracked a smile and let out a small laugh at his own banter. Henry hated when Patrick teased him about his height, even if he knew Patrick didn't mean a word he said. Henry sighed as he continued to look at Patrick. His eyes locked onto him. Patrick didn't pay it any mind at all, he simply ignored it. He ignored a lot of things. He also ignored how much he cared for his mullet head best friend.

Henry sat up quickly and stared down at the water. They still had a few good hours to hang out. Henry slid off his shirt and tossed it bit behind them but not far. "Whatre you doing?" Patrick asked him with a raised eyebrow. "Well.. we don't have anything better to do so.. wanna go for a swim?" Henry waited for his reaction.

"sure. We've got time to kill." The smirk appeared again as the lanky boy stood up and slid off his shirt too. "Plus I need to wash the blood off my face."