I'm trying to move this one along faster so I think I've lost some of the detail I used in UE&R but hopefully it's still working and going well... Don't forget to review even if it's just to point out grammar and/or spelling mistakes! Thanks for reading!
Re-entering the room, Firkle sat down next to Henrietta as if nothing had happened and put his hand back in her direction. In return she smiled sweetly and didn't push the topic further in fear of scaring him away, instead she took his hand and began painting the last two nails.
"What's this film? It's black and white is it another gory horror?" Firkle asked, distaste evident in his tone as he frowned slightly.
Henrietta snickered, "No it's definitely not a horror. It's called Young Frankenstein, a Woody Allen comedy film. I'm sure you'll love it" she hummed, now focusing on cleaning up the odd black speckles that have strayed and landed on Firkles skin.
Firkle did end up enjoying the film and even laughed a few times at its stupidity, just as it was ending Henrietta's phone rang, the sound of Sick Puppies filling the room.
She glanced at Firkle and rolled her eyes before answering it, "Hello?"
Her eyes widened slightly and she rose her eyebrows, "Oh hey Stan…?" She said sounding a little confused, "Erm what's up?", Firkle glanced over to her now, curious as to why Raven would be calling her.
Did they stay in contact after he left our group? Why hasn't she mentioned talking to him before? Why would he just call her randomly?
She listened for a few seconds before finally replying, "Yeah sure you can talk to me erm after school tomorrow?" She suggested, thinking they could go to Tweek Bros. to talk.
She smiled wryly, "Yeah ok, tomorrow then, bye" she said before putting the phone down and turning to Firkle. "Why the fuck did Stan Marsh just call me saying he needed someone to talk to?" She said, surprise clear on her face.
Firkle shrugged and turned away, "conformist wanna be goth better not think he can join our group again" he muttered pulling out a cigarette from his pocket and walking towards Henrietta's bedroom window to open it before lighting up.
Henrietta seemed thoughtful for a moment, "Totally right" she agreed before collecting her cigarette holder and lighting herself a smoke.
They spent the rest of the night watching films, listening to music and talking about different things, Henrietta described the gig to Firkle who listened while hiding his jealousy well and she told him that her and the guys had discussed taking him to one for his 14th birthday which made him brighten up considerably, eventually they clambered into Henrietta's bed and fell asleep.
"Henrietta! I made breakfast!" a chipper voice called out as the purple curtains were ripped open, allowing a beam of sunlight to pool out over Firkle and Henrietta who were still asleep. Firkle groaned loudly and shuffled under the covers.
Henrietta's eyes sleepily blinked open, straining against the light, to see Bradley standing beside her with the sun shining behind him causing his hair to glow like a halo around his head.
"Bradley…" she mumbled as she sat up and beckoned him over with a finger.
He smiled innocently and walked over, "what's up?" He asked leaning in to hear her reply.
Henrietta smirked, dragged him onto her bed and began an assault tickling his sides.
Bradley burst out laughing hysterically, his face quickly turning pink and his eyes started watering.
"St-stop!" He yelled through his laughter, making a futile attempt to escape.
"What have I told you about coming in my room and opening my curtains?" Henrietta said sternly, not letting up on her assault.
"I'm so- I'm sorry!" Bradley panted out, still laughing manically tears now streaming down his cheeks. Firkle groaned again and sat up to glare at them both, he would have laughed at Bradley's pained tear stained face but he was too angry at being woken up too early.
Henrietta glanced at Firkle and smirked but upon seeing his scowl she rolled her eyes and stopped attacking her younger brother.
"What did you make me to eat?" She asked him, her hands poised at his sides as a threat in case he gave the wrong answer.
Bradley was still panting and giggling through his words, "C-Coffee and bacon sandwiches" he flinched when Henrietta moved.
She pulled her hands away instead of tickling him again, "good enough, now leave we'll be down in a few minutes" Bradley grinned and jumped up before running out of the room.
"Well that was fucking gay" Firkle said as he sat at the edge of the bed and stretched his arms above his head.
Suddenly Henrietta's hands were at his sides pinching and squeezing, he instantly collapsed in on himself and fell to the bed laughing, "f-fuck off!" He shouted angrily, trying and failing to remove her hands.
"It's a great torture technique, it's not gay" Henrietta said with a smirk as she grabbed her phone and quickly snapped a photo of Firkle's face.
He rolled off the bed and crawled away from her, "you fucking bitch" he spat while wiping his watery eyes, she just shot him a sickeningly sweet smile.
He got up and walked over to her large black dresser and went to the third drawer, pulling it open revealed a variety of boys clothes. They were a mix of Pete's, Michael's and Firkle's that they had all left there at some point, mostly Firkle's and Pete's because they stayed over a lot and needed clothes to change into the next day so they just left some for future use.
He rooted through and pulled out a plain black, long sleeved button down shirt, deciding to just wear the black jeans he wore the day before he headed to the bathroom to change.
Fucking bitch tickling me, better not fucking show anyone that picture!
Henrietta had gotten changed by the time Firkle went back in her room, she was wearing another extravagant dress consisting of a black and red bodice with a choppy black hemmed skirt, she was currently applying makeup at her mirror. Firkle walked over to his bag and grabbed his eyeliner before joining Henrietta at the mirror.
"Bitch you better not show anyone that photo" he warned as he applied his usual makeup.
Henrietta smirked as she applied her black lipstick "I wouldn't dare".
When they were both ready Firkle grabbed his bag and boots and they went downstairs, Henrietta had a sandwich and a cup of coffee whereas Firkle only had coffee, his stomach wasn't used to eating straight after waking up so he didn't usually eat until lunch as school or sometimes he would grab a cereal bar or something to eat during break or if he skipped a lesson.
Firkle didn't particularly enjoy having breakfast with Bradley, he was always so bright and cheerful, the opposite of Henrietta and himself, he wouldn't be so bad if he would just follow in his sister's footsteps and turn goth.
Not long after finishing their breakfast they heard a car horn outside, "Ugh the prick's here" Firkle grumbled as he dropped his mug into the sink.
"Language!" Bradley scolded, He's way too innocent to be older than me. Firkle flipped him off as he and Henrietta walked out of the kitchen earning a look of pure disgust.
"Let's get out of here before I catch some of your gay brother's lameness" he said rolling his eyes and leaving the house.
Henrietta followed him out and closed the door behind them, "Don't talk shit about my lame gay brother" she warned jokingly.
Henrietta sat in her usual seat in the front of the car and Firkle sat in the back, and leaned his head against the window, Michael didn't question him being at Henrietta's because it was fairly normal. Henrietta smiled at Michael as a greeting before she put a CD in the player, soon the car was filled with music and Michael set off towards Pete's house.
Once at school Firkle said bye to the gang then headed towards the lower section of the school.
I wish I was older so I could go to class with them, at least it's Friday so I don't have to be around these conformist fuckers much longer.
He walked into his classroom and dropped into his chair by the window, staring out of the window at the people still mulling around he noticed two magpies fighting over a piece of bread, now inspired he began doodling them in his notebook, replacing the slice of bread with a severed hand.
So engrossed in his gruesome drawing he didn't notice people had begun filing in and the class was almost full, when the teacher cleared his through Firkle spared him a quick glance before returning to his masterpiece.
"Firkle would you care to pay attention?" A low voice drawled from somewhere near the front of the class. Firkle sighed.
"No I wouldn't care to, but thanks for asking" he said back, not bothering to look up from his notebook, he wasn't in a cooperative mood today and the teacher knew this.
Firkle guessed that by the change in lighting the teacher was now standing in front of his desk but he still refused to give in and look up. "Firkle" the same low voice said in a warning tone.
Finally he relented and looked up, sighing heavily, "Yes, Sir?" He challenged, staring directly into the teacher's muddy brown eyes smirking. His matching brown hair was visibly receding and greying causing it to look old and dull.
"If you don't care to pay attention then I don't care to have you in my class. Please leave." He spat, pointing to the classroom door.
Firkle grabbed this things and stood up, "Gladly" he snapped before briskly walking away, he heard a snicker and caught a glimpse of a familiar grin as the door closed behind him.
Fucking Ike
