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H E N R Y
"I've done something stupid," Isaac said three days later. (He'd gone back to calling our helpline. I think it made him feel sentimental.)
"What?" I asked, watching Shania simultaneously file her nails and read a Charles Dickens novel.
She's quite a marvel, that one.
"I've applied for a job."
"Oh," I frowned. "Well, I don't see how that's really stupid, darling, but whatever floats your boat -"
"It's for a position as an art teacher."
I frowned again. Now I thought about it, Isaac would make the perfect art teacher. He had a (very attractive) air of patheticness about him, he loved the Smiths -
No, he seriously loved the Smiths. He'd played me 'There is a Light That Never Goes Out' about a million times since we'd been going out.
Yeah, we're going out now.
And he was always sketching, was another that I had realised. Napkins. Backs of postcards. Random scraps of paper. They were everywhere.
"Henry?"
"That's good!" I said suddenly. "No, amazing, actually. Really amazing. You should definitely go for it. Absolutely."
"Are you okay?" Isaac asked, and I swooned slightly at the nervous tone in his voice.
That's a funny word, isn't it? Swooned.
Anyway.
"I just really want you to apply for this job," I told him.
"Fine," he said. "And thanks."
"Hey, what are fr - I mean, boyfriends - for?"
He laughed, but when he spoke his voice was low. "More than this."
"Maybe I could come over and, er, help you with your cv. If you catch my drift."
"Did you just try to chat me up over a cv?"
"Sorry. Sorry. Won't happen again."
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im cringing. anyway... edited 4/12/15
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Teen FictionHenry's grumpy. Isaac's lonely. And then Isaac rings the cereal helpline Henry works at, and things get a lot more complicated. [short story - #48, 1st october 2014] [teen fiction - #226, 1st october 2014] PLEASE NOTE: this story is currently being...