It was an odd summer for Stan. He didn't know what to say to the gothic girl who ignored his existence. His mom explained to him about hanging out with Mrs. Biggle who's been less herself since Bradley disappearance. They had the bright idea to get both of them to hang out too, Henrietta didn't say much when Stan walk into her room doing his best not to trigger her. "You two have fun now!" His mother seem to uplift Henrietta mom, the loud closing of the door as both their mother voices slowly becoming more distant. "Alright Stan. You can do whatever the hell you want. Just keep in mind that I'm tolerating you for my mom."
He wasn't sure what to do. He could get on his social media account, 'Hell no, not a good idea with Wendy and him breaking up recently.' He scan her room before deciding that he'll sit down on the floor next to Henrietta who was on her computer. She pause her typing to look at him before noticing his hand disappearing. "What the hell you doing?" He could tell she was eyeing his jacket since he was rummaging, her foot close to kicking him. Stan wincing at the action before she stop herself at the sight of the bottle. He open it to take a swig, Henrietta losing interest as she continued her typing.
He got up to look. "I didn't expect this from you, of all people." He felt pressure on his stomach, that light tap from Henrietta wasn't comparable to what Shelly would dish out every day. Henrietta figuring this out from his lack of reaction, her hand seem to quickly go away from his stomach. "Shut up you traitorous conformist. You should close your little pure eyes and go back to sleep like a good sheep." Stan sighing loud enough to get her attention toward the glowing screen of his phone. "It's embarrassing to admit but I do roam the same forums as you do." She grab his phone, biting into her lip enough to draw a tiny amount of blood. "You asshole." Stan really was able to comprehend why she would say that, maybe they did speak on there before.
"What's the deal?" Henrietta closing her browser, not letting Stan look further. "Nothing. What you want to do?" He didn't have much to say taking a seat on her bed, 'That's not true. Maybe I can…" Staring at her trying to be sure what he was about to do. "We can talk, if you're okay with that Henrietta." She got on her bed slowly grabbing her long black sleeve shirt by the wrist, turning to look at him. "Sure." Their silence went for a while until Stan took the initiative. "How you been? It must be a lot for your family after Bradley disappeared." Henrietta couldn't help but let a small laugh.
"We're not friends. You haven't given a shit about my existence until your mom force you to hang out me." Stan was taken aback by her. "You're right. I was in my own world dealing with my own problems. You know the bottle I'm drinking from has been keeping me sane these last past months. Do you know I almost lost my best friend. It's not like you know me that well either Henrietta." The pressure from the bed when she got up, closing the distance. "That's a joke right? When haven't you been the center of attention Stan, you and your friends are always the talk of the school. So it's hard for anything to go under the radar. I know more about you than you do yourself." Stan doing his best to not let his anger go. Henrietta continuing to press his button until his eyes couldn't hide what he felt. "Henrietta that couldn't be the farthest from the truth. You only catch a glimpse of the outside but not what's going inside. I'm dealing with shit anyone would break under pressure, my own personal hell. Here I am though and that goes the same for you at least that I don't see the real you." Stan got up making Henrietta freeze in position, not knowing what to do.
"We might not be friends but I want someone to talk with, like those forums we're both on. I'm sure we're both bottling a lot and it's not healthy to keep it inside. Henrietta do you want to become friends?" Stan extended his hand to dab her. He really couldn't tell what was going on with her. "Okay, you want an outlet and I'm okay with that. The friend part we'll have to see cause I'm sure we don't share anything in common. "That's a start at least." Stan and Henrietta hands connect as they dab, now with that out the way. "Hey, is that a Xbox?" He knew she must of been waiting for that at some point cause she immediately grab two controllers.
say to the gothic girl who ignored his existence. His mom explained to him about hanging out with Mrs. Biggle who's been less herself since Bradley disappearance. They had the bright idea to get both of them to hang out too, Henrietta didn't say much when Stan walk into her room doing his best not to trigger her. "You two have fun now!" His mother seem to uplift Henrietta mom, the loud closing of the door as both their mother voices slowly becoming more distant. "Alright Stan. You can do whatever the hell you want. Just keep in mind that I'm tolerating you for my mom."
He wasn't sure what to do. He could get on his social media account, 'Hell no, not a good idea with Wendy and him breaking up recently.' He scan her room before deciding that he'll sit down on the floor next to Henrietta who was on her computer. She pause her typing to look at him before noticing his hand disappearing. "What the hell you doing?" He could tell she was eyeing his jacket since he was rummaging, her foot close to kicking him. Stan wincing at the action before she stop herself at the sight of the bottle. He open it to take a swig, Henrietta losing interest as she continued her typing.
He got up to look. "I didn't expect this from you, of all people." He felt pressure on his stomach, that light tap from Henrietta wasn't comparable to what Shelly would dish out every day. Henrietta figuring this out from his lack of reaction, her hand seem to quickly go away from his stomach. "Shut up you traitorous conformist. You should close your little pure eyes and go back to sleep like a good sheep." Stan sighing loud enough to get her attention toward the glowing screen of his phone. "It's embarrassing to admit but I do roam the same forums as you do." She grab his phone, biting into her lip enough to draw a tiny amount of blood. "You asshole." Stan really was able to comprehend why she would say that, maybe they did speak on there before.
"What's the deal?" Henrietta closing her browser, not letting Stan look further. "Nothing. What you want to do?" He didn't have much to say taking a seat on her bed, 'That's not true. Maybe I can…" Staring at her trying to be sure what he was about to do. "We can talk, if you're okay with that Henrietta." She got on her bed slowly grabbing her long black sleeve shirt by the wrist, turning to look at him. "Sure." Their silence went for a while until Stan took the initiative. "How you been? It must be a lot for your family after Bradley disappeared." Henrietta couldn't help but let a small laugh.
"We're not friends. You haven't given a shit about my existence until your mom force you to hang out me." Stan was taken aback by her. "You're right. I was in my own world dealing with my own problems. You know the bottle I'm drinking from has been keeping me sane these last past months. Do you know I almost lost my best friend. It's not like you know me that well either Henrietta." The pressure from the bed when she got up, closing the distance. "That's a joke right? When haven't you been the center of attention Stan, you and your friends are always the talk of the school. So it's hard for anything to go under the radar. I know more about you than you do yourself." Stan doing his best to not let his anger go. Henrietta continuing to press his button until his eyes couldn't hide what he felt. "Henrietta that couldn't be the farthest from the truth. You only catch a glimpse of the outside but not what's going inside. I'm dealing with shit anyone would break under pressure, my own personal hell. Here I am though and that goes the same for you at least that I don't see the real you." Stan got up making Henrietta freeze in position, not knowing what to do.
"We might not be friends but I want someone to talk with, like those forums we're both on. I'm sure we're both bottling a lot and it's not healthy to keep it inside. Henrietta do you want to become friends?" Stan extended his hand to dab her. He really couldn't tell what was going on with her. "Okay, you want an outlet and I'm okay with that. The friend part we'll have to see cause I'm sure we don't share anything in common. "That's a start at least." Stan and Henrietta hands connect as they dab, now with that out the way. "Hey, is that a Xbox?" He knew she must of been waiting for that at some point cause she immediately grab two controllers.