The Badboy Effect

tickle tears.

Calla's POV

"Are you almost done yet?"

"Hush child, don't interrupt the master at work." I murmur, briefly glancing down at my best friend Henry, and then continuing to comb back the rest of his unruly hair.

When I've somewhat managed to style his curly locks into my desired shape, I lean back and admire my work.

I quickly swallow down the smile that tugs on my lips, and force a serious expression upon my face.

"There all done."

I hand him a mirror apprehensively, barely able to maintain a blank facial expression.

Henry grabs the mirror from me and tentatively brings it up to his face.

"CALLA WHAT THE HELL" his voice comes out as a strangled half yell, horror laced within his exclamation.

That's it. I can't control myself anymore, and explode into a violent fit of giggles. Every time i attempt to stop laughing, I look at Henry and loose it all over again.

His hair is piled up on his head in and almost nest-like fashion, making him look like he's wearing a donut of hair around his head. Inside this "nest", a singular hair spike resides, sticking straight up and curling out at the tip.

"This is NOT funny."

"Yes-it-IS" I manage to gasp out between breaths, clutching my stomach.

"You told me you were going to give me an epic hair makeover, not whatever the hell this is" he motions to his head wildly.

"God Henry. You've known me since 8th grade, do you really think I- for one:aquire the skills to actually do that and two:would miss out on an opportunity to make you look ridiculous?" I look at him pointedly, crossing my arms with a grin still plastered on my face.

He tries to run his hands through his hair but fails miserably, and lets out a loud groan, trailing his hand down to his face in resignation.

"You're lucky that i'm tired, because i swear to god if i wasn't, you'd be six feet under right now" He grumbles.

"Yeah, yeah tough guy" I roll my eyes and look up at him.

His eyes meet mine and I instantly recognize the dangerous gleam that lay within them.

"Henry, I-"

Before can voice my frantic apology he pounces.

He pins me down into a helpless position, and begins tickling my side mercilessly.

"No! PLEASE-NO STOP AARRH" I screech, my laughter and screams ringing out across the room as i uselessly squirm under him.
His hands have no mercy as they ruthlessly attack all planes of my body- Henry begins to laugh along with me, enjoying the torment he is forcing upon me. The asshole.

"I surrender I SURRENDER PLEASE." I beg once more, gasping out in desperation.

His hands slowly cease the attack but doesn't let me go, hovering just above me.

Our faces are inches away from each other. My cheeks are flushed and eyes wet from tickle tears. Henrys stares at me, smiling softly- his hair a mess but forgotten in the heat of the moment. The gleam in his eyes replaced by some unnameable emotion.

My heart clenches. Swallow it down -Swallow. It. Down. I chant in my head. He can't find out how I feel. It would ruin us. I'm not even sure how I feel, but I have an idea- and it's not in my favor.

"Are we even now?" I whisper horsely.

He opens his mouth to respond when the door of the room burst open.

"And here is our living room, It's very-" My mom stands in the doorway, stopping mid sentence as she sees Henry and me.

I quickly shove Henry off of me and scramble to my feet, willing myself not to blush.

I hate blushing.

"Uh, hey mom- I didn't know you were coming back tonight." I brush my shirt off and subconsciously pat my hair,   She rarely comes home most nights. We don't have a typical Mommy-Daughter relationship. In fact, I'd say we hardly have a relationship at all...

After my Dad's death, she became a total workaholic, and thats putting it mildly. Instead of helping me through his death, she left me alone to deal with this crippling loss while she worked on furthering her professional career. I guess all that work eventually paid off because now she's a big-shot lawyer and goes away on long business trips for weeks, sometimes even months at a time without so much as a call home.

Once upon a time I wished for her to be around, but now I find myself wishing for the opposite. Her neglectful parenting forced me to become independent at a very young age, and these days I hardly notice her absence.

Plus, I have Henry now.

She looks at me disapprovingly and narrows her eyes.

"Calladora, we're having dinner with the new neighbors tonight remember? I told you this weeks ago."

I cringe as she uses my full name, which I absolutely loathe.

"Oh yea, I forgot, my bad. When are the neighbors coming?" I force my voice to remain calm-I hate the condescending way she talks to me, like I'm some type of idiot.

"Well one of them is already here." She states. She steps slightly to the side and for the first time since her entrance, I realize that she is not alone.

A large, dark haired figure steps into the room.

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A.N.

helloooo, if anyone reads this, thank you so much for doing sooo

I've has this idea to write a story for a while so I'm giving it a shot

This chapter is kindof like a pilot so we shall see how it goooeess

vote & comment if you somewhat like what you've read so far

thankyou love xx

ni cole