Characters: Henry and Errin
Warnings: cursing...well it is Errin. (maybe a f bomb)
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Errin hated the "new" clothes he was given to wear for the picture. First of all, why did he need to take a picture for? It's not like anyone wants to see him...in these dang clothes. They aren't his. They don't even fit. He thought maybe they came from his shorter and fatter cousin. It looked like he'd have to wear a stupid belt with it. IF he even had one that would match all these colors. Was that how it worked?
Worst of all, they were itchy and hot. He felt like he was wearing someone else's skin, since they really weren't his, but they were super baggy. Errin would never admit this to anyone, not even to Henry, but he preferred his clothes on the tight side. The sense of comfort that he got from the cotton or polyester stretched over him. He had even started wearing extra small tanks under his school uniform in order for them to feel alright enough to wear. It hadn't bothered him before, but it started bothering his aunt and uncle. He was sure that was why he was given these...big....fucking....clothes to wear. It was his punishment.
Or maybe it was his punishment for shoplifting those tank tops? Well, that would make better sense. After all that with the principal and the police, he was sure that they were super embarrassed. Acting like they'd even listen if he asked for smaller things. Saying he was a big and tall, growing boy. Bull.
Then he noticed Henry was in the room; in his fussing with the ugly clothes, he forgot his brother was dressing in the other side of the room. Oh. Henry looks so cute! He temporally ignored the fact that he was uncomfortable, to remember that his brother was the cutest thing that ever walked across the face of the planet!!! (Deep breaths, Errin.) They absolutely suited him! Whereas Errin always wanted tight clothes, Henry adored baggy clothing that he could get lost in. Even during the summer, where it was sweltering, he would always be in a shirt and shorts/belt, like three times his size. Errin kind of understood it, but accepted it as his brother's style, regardless of their circumstances.
Errin knew he could do it. He saw the glimmer in his beloved baby brother's eyes. He would just have to make it work. Leaving the room, ignoring Henry's questioning tone at his sudden departure, he ran to his girl cousin's room (Tina he thought...). Luckily, she wasn't in there to stop him, and he began to search for some rubber bands, the small ones that you put in your hair. A small "ah ha!" later and he returned to his brother with a small handful. (It's not like she's going to miss them. Besides, he didn't even leave a mess! Haha!)
"What are you doing, Errin?" Henry's soft voice, popped my thought bubble.
"It's a surprise!" He winked. It was a big exaggerated motion that looked very unnatural, but it placated Henry, with a soft smile for his trouble.
He started to tuck in his top with the rubber bands, trying to make it as form fitting as possible. Henry's mouth making an adorable little "oh" as he understood. Henry walked up to him, and opened his hand, asking if he could help. It was too adorable! Errin felt his heart almost burst on the spot! He wanted to help!!!!
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They we almost ready to be called in. Aunt, Uncle, and their three kids, along with Errin and Henry, waited along the wall at the photo place. From what Errin overheard from the adults, there would be four shots taken: Aunt/Uncle, their kids, us, and a full "family" picture. He was sort of relieved that he wouldn't have to take a kids picture with the kid that "lent" the fugly shirt he was wearing right now. Now all he would have to worry about was the "family" picture.
He honestly thought the only reason that Henry and he were getting a picture was because of the "big deal" going on. Maybe they would get lucky and get a key chain size. He secretly wished that he hadn't had his stash of money taken away, so that he could get a proper size. One for them, once they had to move again. If he had another attack or if Henry got bullied again or if his medication got too expensive or-.
He cut his spiraling thoughts away for a moment. Henry was pulling at his hand. It was their turn. Butterflies filled his stomach, met their partners, had children, and died in the pit of his imagination, wing to wing.
Before he could think about it, he was whisked over in front of a blue background with bright lights. The photographer was calling for the boys' attention. Henry was smiling. He was smiling. At the last moment, he looked, for a split second at his baby brother.
*FLASH*
Left - Errin (16) ; Right - Henry (10)
It was the happiest day of his life.
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Also. Did it surprise anyone that they were blonds? At all? No, just me? Lol. Also, Henry's clothing colors are not an accident... just saying.
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