Bowers Gang x female!Bowers!reader - Fake Friends
A/N: Everytime I think I've stopped writing for the Bowers Gang for good I get a request that's just too good not to write. But this is really gonna be my last fic for them. Probably.
Summary: You recently started hanging out with some girls, and your brother and his gang are convinced they're not good for you. When you find out for yourself how fake these girls are the boys are there to let you rant to them about the horrible day you had.
Warnings: Fake friends, swearing, animal death (a stray cat), mentions of punching someone, reader is not a girly girl
Henry and his friends were hanging out in his room. Usually they avoided going to his house because of his dad, but since he was at work the boys had decided to go there anyway. Various reasons prevented them from going to one of the other's places today, and the weather wasn't nearly good enough to hang out outside.
"Where did you say Y/N is again?" Vic wanted to know from Henry.
"She went to hang out with Greta and these other bitches."
The boys wore matching grimaces of disgust at the thought of the girls in whose company Henry's sister currently was.
They had started hanging around her at school last month, and at first Y/N had disliked them just as much as the boys did.
But it was hard to avoid them since she shared almost all of her classes with them, and they seemed absolutely adamant on befriending her. Y/N eventually grew to enjoy their company. She'd never had any girlfriends, she'd always simply been part of Henry's group. As much as she loved the boys it was nice to have friends of her own for once, to be around other girls, even if they were the bitchy, annoying kind.
The boys were a lot less happy about it, especially her brother. Henry didn't like the way these girls were influencing his sister, how they tried to turn her into a preppy pink priss like themselves. He knew how much she hated that, knew how much she still enjoyed being one of the boys when she was with the gang. Yet she kept ditching them to hang out with the girls, kept letting them put makeup on her and paint her nails in shrill colors she hated. When Henry asked her why the answer had been vague, but what it came down was that she wanted to fit in. He had tried to convince Y/N she didn't need them, that she had the boys and that should be enough, but all that had led to was an argument about how he was trying to boss her around, so he had dropped the topic and never brought it up again.
"One of you guys has to talk to her and get her to stop spending so much time with them. She doesn't wanna listen to me when I tell her these bitches aren't her real friends," Henry said now.
"What makes you think she'll listen to us when she doesn't even listen to you?" Belch asked, and Henry shrugged.
"You know she doesn't like when I tell her what to do. If you guys talk to her she won't feel like that. Just make it sound like you're only saying it because we miss her hanging out with us."
"But that really is why we're saying it, isn't it?"
"Well, yeah. But not only. It's also because there's no way someone like Greta would actually wanna be friends with Y/N. Either they're planning to make fun of her somehow or they want to use her for something."
"Okay, so who's gonna talk to her?" Vic asked. "Or should we just do it together?"
"Definitely not Hockstetter," Belch said.
"Hey, I can be very convincing!" the boy in question complained. "Five minutes and I'll talk her into never wanting to see any of them ever again."
The group bickered back and forth about who would be the best for this conversation, but before they came to a decision Henry's gaze fell out the window and on his sister.
You were lying in the driveway on your back, arms spread out on either side of you, face turned upwards into the rain that was pouring from the sky.
Worry crept into Henry's heart at the sight, thoughts racing through his mind. Why were you back already when you had planned to stay out until suppertime? And what the hell were you doing lying on the ground? Had something happened to you? Were you hurt and unable to get up? He knew you liked the rain, liked to run around in it and play in the mud, and sometimes you also liked to just sit in it, letting it wash over you. Henry didn't get why you loved it so much, but you always said it was comforting to you so he just accepted it.
But even with all your love for the rain you'd never done something like this before.
Your brother got up and headed outside to check on you, his friends now noticed you too and followed him.
When you heard their footsteps closing in on you you turned your head towards them. You tried to turn the pout on your lips into a smile, but it didn't work very well.
"Hey guys."
"Hey." Henry answered for all of them. "You alright there?"
"Mhm. Just had a super shitty day, is all."
"That doesn't really explain why you're lying on the ground." Vic said.
"I fell." You showed them your bloody knee that you had scraped on the gravel of the driveway.
"So instead of getting up and coming inside like any normal person would you just stayed there and took a little rainbath?" Henry asked, exasperation clear in his voice.
You nodded.
"I like it down here. 'n the rain's nice."
"It's cold, Y/N. You're gonna get sick if you don't come inside," your brother scolded you.
You just groaned in annoyance and made no move to get up.
"Please, Y/N. Let's get you dried off and then you can tell us about your shitty day. I'll even make you a hot chocolate."
You perked up at this offer, and Henry knew he had convinced you. Hot chocolate for the win.
He held out his hand to you and you gripped it, letting him help you up.
While you disappeared into the bathroom to dry off and get changed Henry went to the kitchen, digging through the cabinets in hopes you actually had all ingredients for a hot chocolate at home. Luckily you did, and a few minutes later you all sat in Henry's room, with you holding a steaming cup of hot chocolate in your hands.
You had changed into a fluffy pajama, completely ignoring the fact that it was only afternoon and not even close to bedtime, and were sat next to Henry on his bed.
You took a sip and contently closed your eyes for a moment, before setting the cup down on the nightstand and letting yourself flop back on the mattress with a dramatic sigh.
"This was literally the worst day ever," you told the boys.
They exchanged a glance, already suspecting it had something to do with the girls that you called your friends.
"Wanna tell us about it?" your brother asked.
"Well, you know I was gonna hang out with the girls, right? And I got there a little early and heard Greta and Carol talking 'bout me. Turns out they all just hung out with me so you'd leave them alone at school. I heard them say how annoying I am 'cause I don't act girly enough and if it's really worth the bother to hang out with me."
You sniffled and tried to hold back the tears that were threatening to flow down your cheeks. You were staring up at the ceiling, so you couldn't see the boys, but you could practically feel the anger radiating off of them. All four of them were extremely protective of you, as far as they were concerned anyone who dared to make you cry deserved the death sentence. Your heart warmed at the thought. Yeah, these rowdy boys here with you were your real friends.
"So I went up to them, told them to go fuck themselves and punched Greta," you went on, and a small smirk pulled at the corner of your mouth at the memory. "I'm pretty sure I broke her nose."
The boys laughed and hollered, glad you had given the leader of these stuck-up girls payback for the way they'd treated you, and Henry proudly ruffled your damp hair.
Their happiness quickly died down when you continued speaking, making them realize that the conversation you'd overheard had only been the first of several shitty things to ruin your day.
"Then while I was walking home I saw this cat, it was all white and fluffy and it let me pet it."
Patrick rolled his eyes at this, as he didn't share your love for the animals, but the others had fond smiles on their lips. You didn't take notice of either and kept talking.
"But then it thundered and the cat got scared, and it just ran out on the street." Your voice was getting shakier with every word, and a tear fell from your eye, which you quickly wiped away. Henry was starting to suspect where this story was going, and as you continued he heard exactly what he expected. "And I tried to call for it but it didn't listen and then this car just drove right over it. It absolutely mashed it and that asshole didn't even stop his car to look what he's done!" You sat up, anger flashing in your eyes. "How could anybody do something like that?!"
The boys only shrugged, and Patrick had to bite back a laugh at how upset you were. It was only a cat, for fucks sake. At least to him.
When you didn't get an answer you finished your story. "And then when I finally get home I just have to fall down in the driveway and scrape my knee. As if my day hadn't been bad enough already."
You reached for your hot chocolate and drank some more of it.
"Aww, poor baby," Henry said, a teasing grin on his face.
You ignored the mocking undertone of his voice, knowing he really did feel bad for you, and held out your arms in a wordless plea to be cuddled, to which your brother obliged.
"I ain't doing nothing else today. 'm staying right here in bed until morning comes and I have to get up," you declared.
Henry raised an eyebrow at this.
"Right here, in my bed?"
"Yeah. Fuck going to my own bed, that's too far away," you grumbled, much to the other boys amusement.
"Huh. And what about dinner?"
This gave you pause. "Shit. Okay, I'll get up for dinner, but I'm going straight to bed after."
"To your own bed, I hope."















