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William: Merciless

William hadn't recovered from earlier. It was all he thought about, Oliver's voice on replay, his face filling his mind like a never ending collage of scrapbook pictures.

The boy had certainly changed.

He was far more masculine. The thin arms and legs the boy used to bear had now evolved into muscular biceps and strong thighs, years of still playing soccer, no doubt.

His hair was still it's golden wave of blonde, and his eyes remained their unbreakable burst of green. William wanted to die; he wanted to die because, yet again, for the second time in his life, his heart had been stolen. And that just meant it would soon be broken once more as well.

"Earth to William," Emmy waved a hand in his face, eager to gain his attention.

He pulled out a headphone, of which had remained in, blasting music throughout class, drowning out the teacher's merciless, monotonous lecturing on the importance of polynomial expressions in Pre-Calculous.

"Hm," he hummed, mind still tugging at one final image of Oliver's skin, his eyes, his hair, his lips.

"Were you having one of your gay fantasies?" She asked, loudly, and obnoxiously, eyes wide and expectant, completely and utterly serious.

Snapping awake, William slammed his empty notebook shut, yanked out both earbuds, shoved his belongings into his backpack, and lifted himself from his seat.

"No, I wasn't even - no. I - no," he stammered, rattling his head back and forth and rolling his eyes as he followed Emmy out of the classroom.

"Well, you were pretty out of it. Didn't even realize the final bell of the day rang," She informed him, brows furrowed in suspicion.

He froze in his steps, adjusting the strap of his backpack so that it fit better on his shoulder, "The bell rang?"

Emmy sighed, hooking her arm around his naturally, and tugging him along beside her, "It was a gay fantasy. Only explanation of all the facts."

William scowled, "I was just thinking about earlier."

Emmy's eyes widened, "Oh. The whole, 'I saw you, you didn't see me' deal?"

With a nod, William stopped walking and stared directly at his friend, his eyes meeting hers, her own pitiful and understanding, his solitary and frustrated, "It hurt."

Emmy smiled a sad smile and placed a dainty hand on his shoulder, to which he flinched, "Of course it hurt, Will. It's never going to stop hurting."

With a groan, William shook off her hand with a shrug, "Aren't you supposed to comfort me?"

"Do you want me to lie to your face?"

"No."

"Then sorry; I guess I can't be very comforting."

With a small, distant smirk, William shook his head and continued to stroll down the nearly vacant school hallway. Tugging slightly on the baggy material of his hooded sweatshirt, Emmy brought his attention back to her, his eyes taking in the whole of her soft featured, mousy face.

"You know I love you, right?"

"I know."

"Good."


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