#heath button

Pansy: Why, hello, Heath. Have you become an aspiring chemist since our last chess match?

Heath: Oh.

Heath: It’s a good thing I didn’t ask for your approval, Princess. Sure, people may like you, but do you like yourself? At the end of the day, I’m content with who I am, who I spend my time with, and how I spend my time. From what I know of you, I doubt you could say the same. All you do is hide behind your cheer squad and your stupid hoop earrings. The only reason people “like” you is because they’re scared of you. You make everyone’s life a living hell if they dare to say a word against you. You think you’re so perfect and untouchable, but all you are is mean!

Heath: It’s nonfiction, actually. If I intended to resort to escapsim, I’m sure I’d turn to fiction instead. Also, I’m here because Zephyr and I are getting picked up by our mom after he finishes up with his little club activity. Additionally, It’s public property and I’m more than allowed to be here. If anyone should go, it’s you. It’s much more pathetic to spend your time picking on people when you could just get a hobby than it is to spend a Friday afternoon reading. 

Zephyr: I could’ve been a better brother to you and you know it, Heath. I could’ve reached out in a different way when I realized what I was trying wasn’t working. I saw you hurting but I never knew how to approach it so I just never did. That’s my fault. My head was in the clouds, to put it nicely. There’s lots I would do differently if I had the chance.

Zephyr: Heath. I’m sorry too.

Heath: Thank you! You too!