Disclaimer: I still don't own Charmed.
Tales of December
a story by Ryeloza
Henry: December 14, 1991
"I think this will be good for you."
Henry rolled his eyes and tapped his fingers nervously against his thigh. Randall's life mission was apparently to keep Henry out of jail. Thus far, nothing he had said or done had done the trick, and Henry wasn't entirely sure why he didn't simply give up and leave him the hell alone. Everyone else in his life certainly didn't care what he did; for the life of him he couldn't figure out why Randall did.
"I know I've said it before, but you're lucky you got off with community service."
"Jesus, Randall, just shut up already. I know I got off easy. But I still just want to get this over with."
Randall slapped him on the back of the head, as per usual when Henry got mouthy. "Shut your mouth, Henry. Show a little respect."
"You signed me up to read to kids, Randall. How the hell do you think I'm going to react?"
"Will you just trust me for once? I know you. You're going to do great."
"I don't know squat about kids."
This, of course, was a lie, and Randall knew it. His latest foster parents had had a string of kids younger than him in and out of the house over the past three years. Henry had had more than enough experience taking care of them.
Randall pulled to a stop in front of the hospital and grinned at Henry. "I'll pick you up in two hours, okay?"
"I'll take the bus," said Henry.
"Okay. See you at three."
Henry shook his head and slammed the car door. Someday, Randall would give up too. And Henry would be proven right. Again. It was only a matter of time.