💕stenry💕

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Pat: Hahaha

Hen: what?

Pat: Thats pathetic.

Hen: what makes that so pathetic? If anything I've upgraded. You're the pathetic one, I am embarrassed I dated you. Scum like you deserve to be lonely and horny. Enjoy your blue balls you piece of psychotic shit.

*block*

Henry's POV

I hit block and smirked to myself, yeah it was mean but he deserved it.. he deserves a lot more too, I think I'll keep my hands to myself for now though. Until he throws the first punch. On a completely different note, Stanley walked back into his room, his eyes watering. "She's a bitch..." I set my phone down and stood up. "What happened?" He went straight into my arms, hugging me tightly. "She's just.. stupid.. I dunno.. I'd rather not talk about it.." I sighed and rested my chin on top of his head. "We can throw our own party tonight.. I have a few spots I know about that are perfect.." he looked up at me, a huge grin plastered to his face. "Hell. Yes. Oh my god we have to throw one way better than leahs..." he pulled away from me and started rummaging through his dresser. I sat back down on his bed and watched him pick out his outfit. He took off the pants he was wearing, sliding on a pair of black skinny jeans. Oh? This isn't his normal style.. in fact I don't think I've ever seen him wear something like this. He walked over to the mirror before immediately walking back to his dresser. "Nope! Definitely not.." there's no way I'm letting him not wear those. "What? Why?!" Stanley turned to me, a blush starting to creep onto his face. "What? do you like them?" He walked over to me and fidgeted with his hands as he waited for a response. "Yeah-.. I was literally just thinking about how sexy you'd look at the party in those, mmm maybe with just like a plain white shirt or a hoodie. I dunno.." I shrugged and had already snaked my hands around Stanley's waist, pulling him close to me. I was still sitting on the bed, I felt his hands reach up and play with my hair that I'm sure is a mess right now. "I don't know I just feel like they make my ass look bad, I'm literally flatter than a piece of cardboard" I let out a laugh as I looked up at him. "Well no shit you're not gonna be hella thicc and curvy, you're a guy.. you have a great ass for a guy though. You put Patrick to shame" I grinned at the last part, only earning a strange look from my boyfriend. "Well.. thank you.. I'm gonna finished getting dressed though.." I let go of him as he walked back to the stack of drawers.

   "Hmmmm..." He sat down on the floor, searching through the bottom one. He pulled out a white t shirt. "Would this work?" I just nodded and continued to watch as he peeled his shirt off, sliding the other one over his small frame. He stood up and looked in the mirror. His right arm held onto the left one. "Maybe a hoodie-.. I'm not feeling the-.. arms.. ugh" He looked down, almost looked disgusted "hey, you better watch it.. insulting those arms, you hug me with those arms. I like em'" he let out a laugh as he grabbed one of the hoodies he  stole from me yesterday before pulling it over the shirt. It was slightly too big so he pulled his hands through the ends of the sleeves, pulling them further onto his arms. "How do I look?" I grinned, "come a little closer.." I squinted my eyes a little pretending I couldn't see. He took a few steps forward as I stood up, now standing in front of him. I grabbed his hand, "c'mon do a little spin or something.. you look hot, show it off" His face was red. "What-.. no.. well.." he turned around, quickly going in a circle. "There" I mentally face palmed. "No.. you gotta put more confidence into it... I'm your boyfriend if anyone thinks you look amazing it's gonna be me, I wouldn't be surprised though if everyone else thought you were attractive" Stanley groaned. "Spinning makes me dizzy" I rolled my eyes and got back on his bed, laying down. "Sureeee... can you hand me my shirt though?" He looked down at my shirt on the floor before laying on the bed next to me without grabbing it. "No.. sorry but there's a strict no Henry's allowed to wear shirts in my room policy.. I'm really sorry but rules are rules.." I smirked "oh yeah? Since when? I had one on last night.. sounds to me like you're just making up rules.." The smaller boy sat up more and looked at me with a smile, "pft. No.. that's always been a rule I just.. forgot.." I nodded and looked down with a grin before looking back up at him. "Ok well I also heard about a rule.. very.. very strict rule that people under 6 foot can't wear pants in here, especially teenage boys who have curly hair and have the name Stanley..." I saw him blush before hiding his face in his hands. "I don't remember that rule, sorry" I smiled and crawled forward, reaching over him and grabbing the shirt off the floor. "Well I'm cold so I'm putting the shirt on.. actually.. it's too cold for that can I have one of my hoodies back?-... for today..." He giggled and grabbed a hoodie off of the bed frame on the end of the bed before handing it to me. "Only for today though.. I want it back right after the party-.. oh shit I almost forgot.. we're throwing a party today. How are we gonna get everything?" I pulled the hoodie over my head, leaving the hood up as I stuffed my hands into the pocket. "Well I can always make the guys get the booze and drugs, honestly we probably don't have to do anything but tell people about it and show up.. wanna go drive out to check out the place I was thinkin we could use?" He nodded, "yeah, is it in town?" I stood up, cracking my back. "Nah.. only a few minutes out though, you could probably even walk there if you had to" he just nodded and followed me.