❨ MISTAKES LIKE THIS ❩

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THE BOWERS FAMILY

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the gang follows henry's quick steps as best as they can, none of them having the balls to tell him to slow down.

he was an absolute wreck.

he doesn't care about the water soaking his pants as he jumps in, arms flailing manically as he tries to reach the unconscious female.

when he finally gets close enough, he catches sight of her chest and notices: she's still breathing.

“stop standing there and help me, idiots!” he shouts, struggling a bit due to the slippery sand beneath him.

belch and victor nod and immediately jump in along side the mullet wearing boy, but patrick just stands frozen.

he didn't understand what the actual hell was happening. this had to some twisted nightmare, a figment of his imagination. it could not be real.

a few minutes go by of the boys slipping before they finally get a grip on the small female, henry holds her bridal style, her body feeling cold.

“cpr...any of you know cpr?” he huffs, gently resting her on the grass. he brushes back a few strands of her hair that were stuck to her forehead.

“nope.”

“sorry, man.” vic and belch speak at the same time, taking a few steps back when they see henry clench his jaw.

“patrick?” he looks up at the dark haired boy, eyes glassy and bloodshot, making him feel guilty.

he furrows his eyebrows, his long hair falling into his face as he slowly paces back and forth before stopping abruptly.

“okay.” he mutters, more to himself than the others, “okay. i got this.”

and he wasn't lying, he knew exactly what to do. he tried several times, slowly beginning to give up hope as she still doesn't move.

he tries one last time, pinching the bridge of her nose, soft rosy lips opening just a bit before pressing against her own.

she coughs, and patrick jumps, letting go of her. henry shoves the lanky boy out of the way and pulls his cousin into a tight hug.

y/n continues to wheeze, spitting out the water she consumed in the time of being in under.

her eyes glance around confusedly, looking for the hockstetter boy. she knows it was him who saved her. after the first time they kissed, she was never able to forget the feeling of his lips on hers.

“what the hell happened to you? i swear to god if those losers did

this i'll—”

“it was butch, hen.” she cuts him off, and he stares at her with wide eyes.

oscar bowers has never in y/n's six years of living with him put his hands on her. something must've gone wrong. really wrong.

“w-what’d you do?” he chokes out, belch and victor taking this as their cue to leave, “you had to have done something. he wouldn't ever—”

“i didn't do anything.” she glares at the taller male, trying to push herself out of his arms but she was too weak.

“then what else in the hell would make him go after yo—”

“god dammit, bowers. you always have to be on my ass.” she huffs, crossing her arms across her chest, “i wasn't feelin’ so well earlier so i left school. when i got home i saw butch and-and some bimbette, and he got really mad, started yelling at me. he got all up in my face, his breath smelled like alcohol so he must've been drinking. i-i don't know, he started calling me names and just never stopped.”

“that doesn't explain how you ended up almost dead in the quarry.”

“i was furious, i couldn't do anything back so i just left...now after i tell you this you'd better not laugh or i so help me—”

henry chuckles, nudging the girl.

“just say it.”

she shoves her face into his chest, too embarrassed to look him in the face.

“i tripped on a rock and fell into the water.” her voice is muffled, but he hears her loud and clear.

the mullet wearing boy nods, a huge grin on his face as he tries to choke back a cackle.

finally she looks up, gasping and shoving at the boy when she notices his smug expression.

“hey! what'd you do that for?” he shouts, holding her tight so she can't escape. by now he's laughing harder than he ever has in his entire life.

“bubba!” y/n whines, though she's giggling now as well, “it's not funny!”

“hush up, you know it is.” the bowers boy's cheeks are starting to hurt from smiling so hard.

“bag your face!”

“alright alright, let's get home. it's almost morning and i'm cold.”

y/n agrees immediately, allowing henry to take her hand. they walk for a few before the female suddenly says his name.

“hm?” he hums, awaiting her reply.

“i love you.”

those three words send henry into a state of shock and boy if he weren't so serious about his reputation, he'd cry tears of joy.

“i love you too, y/l/n.”