I'll Love You, Regardless

Plans Work, Right?

"Don't die!" Ellie yelled.

"Im not going to!" I yelled back.

"You probably are!" Reginald yelled.

"Shut the hell up you two," I said, blocking out everything they said from that point on.

I remember telling them to get the money, and leave. I could hear the sirens and police, which I hate with a burning passion. In all honesty, running to the roof on a several story bank was not the best idea, but guess what, that's where my brain went. 

I climbed to the top of the stairwell, and opened the door. The blairing sound of police sirens was unbearable. Why did I come up here again? 

"Why the hell did I come up here?" I mumbled to myself.

"Stop right there," I heard the click of a gun.

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1 week earlier

"I-I can explain," Reginald said.

"Explain what I saw then, cause if I'm correct, I just saw you and Right kissing," Ellie teased.

"I-"

"It's totally platonic~!" I teased.

"Both of you knock it off, before I laser you," Right threatened.

"But it's fun to tease you two! You are so adorable!" Ellie whined

"Ellie, I'd like to see another day," I said.

"Fine," Ellie sighed.

"I'll leave you two alone, for now," I said, giving a look.

"Henry!" Reginald yelled.

Ellie and I walked laughing. 

"You owe me 100 bucks, give me now," Ellie said.

"Fine."

I grabbed 100 dollars in cash, and handed it to her.

"Thank you very much," she said.

"You win," I sighed.

"As always," she smiled.

I began to think, what if that was me and Charles, how would've they reacted?

"Thinking about Helicopter Boy?" Ellie asked.

"What-"

"Henry, I'm not oblivious. Helicopter Boy is the only thing you ever think about," she said.

I sighed, "You're not wrong."

"What is it about him that made you fall for him?" she asked.

"He's such a sweet and caring person, I don't know if you heard, but I called him Mr. Cinnamon Roll," I said.

"Mr. Cinnamon Roll? I like it, sounds fitting from what I've heard about him," she said.

"I miss my cinnamon roll," I said.

"Well, maybe we can talk about Mr. Cinnamon Roll." She coughed, "I mean Helicopter Boy."

"You'll never stop calling Charles Helicopter Boy, will you?" I said.

"Nope," she smiled.

"Alright, I'll give you a few more stories," I said.