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HENRY’S GIVING OUT KISSES | @bowersrich

“Peter–” Henry’s voice was low, staring out at the woods below them. They’d often end up like this. Sprawled out on the roof of Peter’s house, sitting in silence mostly – at least until one of them decided that the silence was too much. 

Henry’s eyes glanced over at Peter. They weren’t sitting too far apart, but something in Henry made him scoot closer – close enough that their knees were touching. Henry doesn’t hear what Peter says. Can’t hear for the sound of blood rushing through his ears. 

There’s a split second where he feels acid bubble in his stomach – drowning out the butterflies that had been there before. But then it’s muffled by the sensation of his lips touching Peter’s. Hands grabbing at the fabric of Peter’s shirt. He doesn’t remember leaning in, doesn’t remember anything up until the explosion that went through his body when their lips met. 

Henry’s the first to pull away. Unsure of what he’s feeling. Can’t tell if it’s happiness or rage but now his face is wet from tears that had welled up in his eyes. His normal response would be to throw a punch in Peter’s direction, but instead he just kind of stares, mind blanking as he let the feeling envelop his entire body. 

staring at the paper that read ‘MISSING: BETTY RIPSOM’, dallas brought his lit cigarette to his lips to take a drag, feeling the thick smoke build up in his lungs.. only for it to be blown directly in front of the pole that the flyer was posted on. “man , i thought that only new york would end up with a murder rep.” he said to himself, but loud enough for the other teen nearby him to hear. 

     when his buddy told him that he got out off the wild side of new york and offered for dally to stay with him, he sure as hell didn’t think that his friend moved someplace where there was a child-snatcher on the loose. 

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The words Peter expresses, he can tell…there’s this shame. Deep deep in the others core—Patrick isn’t sure of why…was it that weird for guys to like guys? Considering everything else in the world…why did it matter? Why did it hurt him? There’s a shakey breath as he sits up, his magazine tossed aside without care before his palms meet his black comforter and just like that, he crawls to the other, straddling Peter’s waist,a hand lifts his chin. the other wiping the tears from his cheek before he presses his lips against the others. The touch was gentle…something that Patrick was NEVER seen as. He wanted to prove to Peter he understood him, that he didn’t think less of him, that he accepted him…and that he too had an interest in male’s, though he liked girls as well. Why fight against who you are? Why hide it? Patrick knows he would have Peter’s back, regardless of how tough times got. Peter had…treated him so different then everyone else. He felt…human around him, like he didn’t need to hide anything…they could simply coexist. His lips are pulled from Peter’s own, the hand holding his chin is removed, his thumb gently brushing against Peter’s bottom lip.