"Holy.. fuck.." Vic stared blankly as the blood pooled out of Joel. Johnson's eyes grew wide as he stared down at his hands. "What the fuck did you do?"
He was trying to walk as slow as he could. The school was never really as fun as he thought it would be, but where the hell else would he go? Vic pushed the hair out of his eyes and sighed. Just another boring-ass day, in a boring-ass neighborhood, with boring-ass people. As he approached his hell, he made sure to turn up the volume so that he would be deaf to this damn world.
Man, I sound like JD. He scoffed to himself and looked up at his high school building. He felt a push from behind and he groaned softly. He turned around slowly to see Joel Hamlin staring down at him and grinning coldly. "Hey Blue Balls. You have sex with your boyfriend recently or somethin'?" Vic smiled softly and said, "No sweetheart. You didn't come over at all last night! Oh, I missed you!"
Joel's clique started to chuckle softly and he had to give them a cold glare as Vic walked away. Or at least... tried to walk away. The next thing he knew was that his body was on the ground and his head hurt like shit. People began to laugh around him and he started laughing too. Just to piss Joel off a little more so he could beat him up all the more.
As Vic prepared for the punch, that ended up never coming, he saw Joel fall next to him. Vic turned around slowly to see Henry Johnson trying his best to pick up Vic's fat ass while Joel's coterie surrounded him. Vic quickly jumps up and grabs Johnson by the arm and runs toward the exit of the school. Johnson smiles to himself while spitting in the direction of the gang. Once they reach the woods Vic turns to Johnson with a questioning look on his face.
"Henry fucking Johnson. Who the fuck knew you would do some stupid shit like that? Now neither of us can show our faces there." Vic began to slow clap and smile crookedly at the pink (or was it blue? green?) haired man in front of him. Johnson laughed slowly and smiled up at him. "C'mon Biggs. We both know you'd blow that school up if you could." Vic scoffed and rolled his eyes. Well, I mean, he totally would but that's beside the point. Henry smirked up at the blue-haired man and extended his hand.
"Let me walk you home?" Vic looked down slowly at the younger's hand and facepalms. When he opened his eyes again, the damn prick was still staring at him with his deep green eyes and that shit-eating smirk. "Fine." Vic takes his hand and he smiles even wider than before. They slowly walk out of the woods and back into the boring-ass city. Johnson not being able to close his pink fucking lips for two fucking seconds.
Sincerely, Vic didn't mind staring at his lips. When Johnson found something he was passionate about his eyes would widen and he would tell endless stories he'd heard about the subject. As they walked through the loud city and soft-spoken allies, Johnson slowly told him more about himself. Vic learned that he was 15, he couldn't decide what his favorite color was so he dyed his hair all three colors instead, and that he had a… troubled home life, if you would.
Vic didn't tell him much but when he did talk Henry would focus so hard he'd forget he was supposed to be walking. Vic told him that he was 17 and so ready to graduate from, and I quote: "This damn hellhole." Henry thought that not many people knew what Victor Gibbs's favorite animal was (a lion) and that his favorite color was red but he died his hair blue because he wanted to piss off his colorblind dad, so he felt like the most special boy in the world. He felt that Vic was the Chloe Price to his Maxine Caulfield. He could get used to this happiness.
When they finally arrive at Vic's house he doesn't want Johnson to leave. His new acquaintance was turning out to be a lot more interesting than Vic could ever expect. "So… I uh don't want this to end. Do you, I-I mean, would you like to come in? Like, my house, or whatever?" Johnson snickered and said, "Sure Biggs. But you better not touch my ass or anything." Vic rolled his eyes and held Johnson's wrist as they worked their way up the house stairs to the porch.