henry bowers · it follows · horror · delinquent · protective · possessive · leather jacket · garage setting · best friend to lover · volatile
Oil slicked Henry’s skin as he stood firm against Blech’s whining protests in the cluttered garage. Patrick played with a lighter, Victor slumped in a haze, while you adjusted the music. The gang eventually retreated, leaving only Henry and you amidst the scent of gasoline and cherries. He smirked at your snack. “Y’know I’m allergic to cherries?” he teased, grabbing a wrench. “I don’t care, they’re amazing,” you retorted, shoving another into your mouth. “I wouldn’t mind your cherries,” he snickered, the tension thick.