"Tell me a word, any word."
"Yes, dammit...Did I stutter?"
Adverting the loose, tear across her shirt, she continued to fiddle with the small flap. Tracing her tongue to the top of her mouth, letting it carve small symbols in the air as she tried to think. Responding with a cheery laugh,
"Catty what? Do we look like were in god damn Britain?"
The bitter snarl ruptured from his chest, she could see the press of his pen against the paper, ink dripping through.
"Well of course not, just thought it'd be an interesting word."
"Think of something else, something a five year old wouldn't accidentally let slip."
"Slip of the tongue you mean?".
"Just shut up and give me a word."
Henry was being quite the stubborn one this night, yes he was...He was sitting tall in his oak chair. He cherished that chair, he had made it himself, she had helped. Of course all she did was hold his tools, and gather wood. He did the carving...That counted right? He called it the "Thinking Chair" or "Idiots referral" for giggles.
A cold laugh came from her own caverns, letting some hands slip to her side. They were her own of course, what did you think Henry would touch her? Never.
Of course she had tricked him into a hug once at a bar, she told him that she felt a bit queasy from the amount of drinks. Henry with his usual scowl only let set a haze of feisty eyes glaze over her. Nothing he wanted to do or care about. She was out of her mind to pretend to faint but she wanted it to seem real, and she wanted some damn human reaction from that man! She fell like a block to the ground, her thought at the time was; "Oh yeah, Henry'll catch me! My good buddy ol' pal! He'll catch me!".
Yeah...And rainbows are fucking straight..
The next seconds flew by, before she could get her footing she was met by the amazingly comfortable floor on the bar, groaning. Sarcasm for all you kiddos out there who cant feel emotion, so why should you be able to read and obtain it out of my writing? You know the kinda of people right? Something is really exciting and your all yelling, and jumping around like a bunch of toads in giddy joy. But that one person...that one god damn emo dude has the monotone of the room
"Woot..Amazing..okay whats next?" Sorry for the rant..lets get back to my story, ah but where was I? Oh right my failed first attempt at getting Henry to feel something, and give me a god damn hug!
Before the groan got half way through her chest she realized she was supposed to be passed out right now, or at least pretend..Sure enough it worked. Oh and it worked beautifully, hell she wouldnt be surprised if the next day she got a letter in the mail containing her oscar. Silly, huh? Well i'll be sure to bite my thumb at you, when i'm standing on that stage, shaking hands with the god damn president!
Hands curled around her shoulders, another working its way to the back of her head, churning her hair between his fingers. Talk about being gentle...Way to go, Henry!
"Hey, Henry..Don't worry about it, happens all the time here. You know this chick?" The bartender asked over the blaring music, and vicious screams from the others, like the two were in the park on any normal day, chatting about how good life is. Not like there's a passed out girl on the floor or anything.
"Oh. Her? Nawh."
Henry let go without much sympathy, her head hit back against the cold ground. Making a dizzy fuzz confront her eyes instead of her usual drunken haze.
Way to be gentle, Henry. Guy i've known since the third fucking grade!
So I guess that whole experience counts as a hug, eh? At least give me that...No? Well fu-
The oh so familiar snarl brought her in a jolt from her flashback.
"Oh, right. Hrm." She thought about it for a few more minutes, letting her thumb come to rest on her chin, forefinger out and rubbing it back in forth in obvious thought.
"Ah, i've got it. You're gonna love this, trust me."
To her surprise, Henry leaned in, a flash of what could be taken as curiosity flashed through his eyes, and half smile. She leaned forward in response, throwing her hands up, and shouting,
Henry didn't take to her joke, even though she heard the smallest of his laugh. He brought his arm back, chucking his pencil at her. She laughed madly, curling her hands around her waist and falling back, rolling around like a small child. After about five minutes of admiring her comedic draw to life, she sat up, wiping small tears of laughter from under her eyes. Oh god, she was good. She looked up to the chair, Henry was gone...She looked side to side...A bitter feeling ached in her stomach. She was an idiot, she knew where he was, tears whelped up in her eyes, burning harshly, and cutting off her vision...He was dead, Henry had been dead for three months now.
//Yeah, I dont know what this is...I know its kinda bad, and all over the place. But I was pretty bored, and got some inspritation from watching a movie. So uh yeah..Enjoy, comment, hate...Whatever your little hearts desire. Oh and I know my pic isnt feminine, i'mma change that soon, I just liked that photo. Also it's like my first hour here, so cut me some slack. I'll read back over this and fix the grammar mistakes, its 1 am. Slack, slack, slack, lazy, lazy, lazy. I get it |: <3\\