Johnny (#1 Handsome Man)

*Johnny’s eyes widened in shock. He started to run his hand through his hair, pacing back and forth.*

*Is this random stranger really telling the truth? How do they know this? Were they a friend of Sallie’s that he wasn’t aware of? No, it can’t be. He knows all of Sallie’s friends. Were they one of Will’s friends?*

*He sighed. He didn’t know what to believe. I guess the only way to find out the real truth is to ask the man himself.*

*He made his way to Will’s dorm. Taking deep breaths before his bare knuckles knocked on the door.*

At the hearing of Johnny's voice, he rushes towards the door -shoot, man sounded like somebody had gone unconscious! «J-Johnny!? Didn't expect to see ya around here, come on in!»

*He turned to face Will. His shoulders slumped as he sighed heavily. His hands felt a little clammy. The man was getting anxious. Which was odd since he was always able to talk to Will. It felt natural almost; the way how he was able to talk to him about anything. I guess this time, the stranger got his tongue tied.*

“So,” *He cleared his throat.* “Well first of all, you’d tell me the truth about anything right?”

*Okay, enough dancing around the question.*

“So, I gotta ask. I know this is random, but someone in the academy told me this and I couldn’t get it out my mind,”

At first, William stood there shook, with a trembling voice not even a remedy could save; then he realised, 'twas nothing more than a trick of the wind. «O-oh! Sallie, eh?» folding one of his elbows upon a wooden desk, the tone of his voice grew irritably confidence «Psss-nawh! I would never like her!»

*The way he said it felt dry. Johnny didn’t know what to say. He was too lost in thought to form any words at the moment.*

*Yeah, it was great to know he didn’t have a crush on Sallie. At least that question was answered but then— why didn’t Johnny feel satisfied? Was he expecting a different answer? Was he expecting Will to say more?*

*He sighed as he rubbed his face and ran both hands through his hair. The mental gymnastics is his mind was not helping him calm down at all. He knew the next question he was going to ask was going to put a strain in their relationship.*

“Um… that’s the not the only thing the person told me.”

*It felt like there was a big weight on his back the way he was slouching down; head tilted to the floor. He couldn’t make eye contact with Will with what he was about to say. The nerves were creeping up his body, making him feel a little faint.*

“They said the person you really had a crush on… was me.”

Desperate, the man attempts to linger closer, his voice drained of the dynamism it once held «Come on Johnny, y'know me.. I ain't a homo!»

*He sucked his teeth when he realized he didn’t get the strangers name.* “Too bad I didn’t get their name though.”

*John immediately noticed the way Will’s tone of voice changed. He spoke softly, his brows drawn together in a sympathetic concern.*

“It’s okay, Will. I know your not—"

*WAIT WHAT HE SAID??!*

“Y-you think I’m good lookin’?”

He'd fidget with his fingers, as the colour of his face gradually grew warmer. Good lord, what had gotten him so brave all of a sudden?? The man's tongue rolled before it could even process what it was saying. «You're terribly handsome, practically got anything a girl could want!»

And, perhaps, what a wimp like me could ever dream of being.

*He also doesn’t want Will to think he has feelings for— pft wait! I don’t got feelings for the man. Yeah, he may look cute, handsome, got the most beautiful brown eyes I’ve ever seen, grab-able, his hair is— the fuck am I saying?!*

“W-well you know I always make sure I keep myself in shape! The ladies always gotta know I’m the most handsome man in the world.” *He stated, while flexing his left arm muscles.*

*Johnny paused and thought for a moment. Well he didn’t think long enough before he said—*

“So, if you were a girl, you would date me right?”

A light-hearted giggle slipped out of him, finding Johnny's performance rather cute. «Now, I wouldn't say the world buuut, I know for Kansas that's right-!» Trying to entertain some friendly banter, William found himself crawling back at the thought of Montressor, almost carelessly so.

A vivid red stroke was quick to draw itself across his face; «Yes, surely!» he admitted, faster than he'd like. «G-golly, I wouldn't shut up about it. You're kind of like the catch of a lifetime!»

Brushing the back of his neck nervously, the words kept flying out of his mouth like swift sparrows.

*Johnny has gotten compliments before but, never like this. Shoot, not even Sallie gotten this creative.*

*A small smile curled on his lips as he walked closer to Will. His heart beat quicken with each step. Without a thought in the world, he reached over to ruffle Will’s hair. His hair was smooth as silk.*

“I hope you don’t think you ain’t a catch either Will. You are handsome.” *He acknowledged.*

*Suddenly, the tone of his voice changed. He spoke in honey tones, sweet and gentle. He lowered his voice just enough for him and Will to hear.*

“I’ll date you too… if I was a girl but…” *He gently tugged on Will’s hair to pull his head up to make sure he was looking into his eyes.*

William hanged at the tip of his mouth, listening to every word Johnny sweetly whispered -swooning, almost, utterly lovestruck. Is this what sin felt like? Could he drown himself in it for a lifetime? Could he leave all sense of shame behind?

«W-why, that's very kind of you..» he fluttered «I don't think anyone has ever said something like that to me before.»

If he could only lean closer. If he could only hope.

“…I’m glad I’m the first.” *He softly spoke.*

*—To me it do’t matter if you’re a girl or not. Johnny was stunned, frozen in place, mouth slightly opened, his eyes still not leaving Will’s. Those words were playing back in his mind like a tape recorder. And, the more he thought about it, the more it made sense.*

*The memory of him and Sallie at Will’s shop during the storm flooded his mind. He realized the way every time Sallie would try to push up or flirt with Will, he would back away. Every time Sallie tried to have a conversation with Will, it looked like he wasn’t even listening. And, every time Sallie would try to help him with something, he didn’t seem pleased. But, if it was Johnny, who did any of those things, Will was the opposite.*

*Cause it made sense. It made sense now why Will was acting so different with Johnny. It was more than just two strangers getting to know each other. That’s when Johnny realized… souls don’t meet by accident.*

*He grabbed Will’s chin and slowly leaned closer to him, his heart beating by the mile, as he spoke in hushed tones.*

One entire lifetime had been wasted away by the poor choices of his own cowardly foolishness, William wouldn't allow it -should he have things his way- to travel down such path again.

This was no moment of a weakness, no, he would own up to it! This was his own doing! William Wilson has a backbone!

«G-golly, what the hell came over me!»

*Finding out the answers to those questions meant finding out the truth about himself he was trying to avoid all his life— his attraction to men. Yeah, he was attracted to women too, but he knew apart of him liked men as well. He realized it more when he gotten a little closer to Will. He couldn’t deny their chemistry anymore and he didn’t want to.*

*His heart beat quicken as he deepen the kiss by cupping the back of Will’s neck, pulling him in more. Guess he was too into it to realize Will pulled away and yelp in embarrassment.*

*Johnny opened his eyes to find Will shook, hands over his own mouth. He sighed.* “Will..”

*The same question Will was asking himself should be the same question Johnny should’ve had for himself, so why didn’t he?*

“W-we don’t have to fight this feeling anymore.” *His voice was low and soft. Once again, leaning closer towards Will; eyes fixated on those beautiful amber eyes.*

“We may not be something, but we’re not nothing either. The only thing standing between us is reality, but who cares? The damage was done the moment our eyes met.”

*His eyes dropped down to Will’s lips; those warm, pillowy lips. Suddenly, without a care in the world, he gently tilted Will’s head to the side, giving him access, as he pressed a soft, lingering kiss to the curve of Will’s neck. It felt like fire ignited inside him, the way his body was growing hot for Will’s touch.*

“I know you want me like I want you Will.” *He whispered in his ear.*

And he couldn't be more right, with each touch that lingered, each praise that was sweetly whispered in his ear, William found himself less capable of resisting. Johnny had discovered his burning desire and simply poured gasoline all over it; the smoke from those eager flames clouding his sense of logic and reason whole -yet, he'd want nothing more.

His arms returned to their original position by wrapping themselves all around this darling man, as the bruises upon his neck kept progressively multiplying.

Soon enough, these muffled noises of his evolved towards more daring, clear hints of satisfaction; God, he could barely keep his mouth shut. The sensation of John's body brushing against him whilst somewhat aroused only served against his lack of better judgement -fueling him further.

If Will continued like this, he couldn't possibly go back.

“Mmmm.”

*Johnny loved the way Will’s warm, soft, smooth skin felt against his lips. He parted his lips slightly as he sucked the life out of Will’s neck, leaving him completely bruised up. He couldn’t stop— he didn’t want to stop. He was enjoying every minute of this. Hearing Will’s moans of satisfaction, fueled him even more.*

*He slowly wrapped his arms around Will’s waist, pulling him closer; only to be gently pushed away once again. He glanced up at Will who was speaking nothing but the truth. If they went far, how would they come back from this? How would Johnny come back from this? His reputation would be on the line. But— who says they were going to that route anyway? Just a few kisses here and there ain’t gonna hurt nobody. And if that’s wrong, I don’t wanna be right.*

“Will… we are thinking straight.”*He says, as he grabbed Will’s hand, caressing the top with his thumb.* NO Y’ALL ARE NOT

“We’re adults. We can control ourselves. Who says we were gonna go far anyway?”

*Johnny’s eyes widened in shock. He started to run his hand through his hair, pacing back and forth.*

*Is this random stranger really telling the truth? How do they know this? Were they a friend of Sallie’s that he wasn’t aware of? No, it can’t be. He knows all of Sallie’s friends. Were they one of Will’s friends?*

*He sighed. He didn’t know what to believe. I guess the only way to find out the real truth is to ask the man himself.*

*He made his way to Will’s dorm. Taking deep breaths before his bare knuckles knocked on the door.*

At the hearing of Johnny's voice, he rushes towards the door -shoot, man sounded like somebody had gone unconscious! «J-Johnny!? Didn't expect to see ya around here, come on in!»

*He turned to face Will. His shoulders slumped as he sighed heavily. His hands felt a little clammy. The man was getting anxious. Which was odd since he was always able to talk to Will. It felt natural almost; the way how he was able to talk to him about anything. I guess this time, the stranger got his tongue tied.*

“So,” *He cleared his throat.* “Well first of all, you’d tell me the truth about anything right?”

*Okay, enough dancing around the question.*

“So, I gotta ask. I know this is random, but someone in the academy told me this and I couldn’t get it out my mind,”

At first, William stood there shook, with a trembling voice not even a remedy could save; then he realised, 'twas nothing more than a trick of the wind. «O-oh! Sallie, eh?» folding one of his elbows upon a wooden desk, the tone of his voice grew irritably confidence «Psss-nawh! I would never like her!»

*The way he said it felt dry. Johnny didn’t know what to say. He was too lost in thought to form any words at the moment.*

*Yeah, it was great to know he didn’t have a crush on Sallie. At least that question was answered but then— why didn’t Johnny feel satisfied? Was he expecting a different answer? Was he expecting Will to say more?*

*He sighed as he rubbed his face and ran both hands through his hair. The mental gymnastics is his mind was not helping him calm down at all. He knew the next question he was going to ask was going to put a strain in their relationship.*

“Um… that’s the not the only thing the person told me.”

*It felt like there was a big weight on his back the way he was slouching down; head tilted to the floor. He couldn’t make eye contact with Will with what he was about to say. The nerves were creeping up his body, making him feel a little faint.*

“They said the person you really had a crush on… was me.”

Desperate, the man attempts to linger closer, his voice drained of the dynamism it once held «Come on Johnny, y'know me.. I ain't a homo!»

*He sucked his teeth when he realized he didn’t get the strangers name.* “Too bad I didn’t get their name though.”

*John immediately noticed the way Will’s tone of voice changed. He spoke softly, his brows drawn together in a sympathetic concern.*

“It’s okay, Will. I know your not—"

*WAIT WHAT HE SAID??!*

“Y-you think I’m good lookin’?”

He'd fidget with his fingers, as the colour of his face gradually grew warmer. Good lord, what had gotten him so brave all of a sudden?? The man's tongue rolled before it could even process what it was saying. «You're terribly handsome, practically got anything a girl could want!»

And, perhaps, what a wimp like me could ever dream of being.

*He also doesn’t want Will to think he has feelings for— pft wait! I don’t got feelings for the man. Yeah, he may look cute, handsome, got the most beautiful brown eyes I’ve ever seen, grab-able, his hair is— the fuck am I saying?!*

“W-well you know I always make sure I keep myself in shape! The ladies always gotta know I’m the most handsome man in the world.” *He stated, while flexing his left arm muscles.*

*Johnny paused and thought for a moment. Well he didn’t think long enough before he said—*

“So, if you were a girl, you would date me right?”

A light-hearted giggle slipped out of him, finding Johnny's performance rather cute. «Now, I wouldn't say the world buuut, I know for Kansas that's right-!» Trying to entertain some friendly banter, William found himself crawling back at the thought of Montressor, almost carelessly so.

A vivid red stroke was quick to draw itself across his face; «Yes, surely!» he admitted, faster than he'd like. «G-golly, I wouldn't shut up about it. You're kind of like the catch of a lifetime!»

Brushing the back of his neck nervously, the words kept flying out of his mouth like swift sparrows.

*Johnny has gotten compliments before but, never like this. Shoot, not even Sallie gotten this creative.*

*A small smile curled on his lips as he walked closer to Will. His heart beat quicken with each step. Without a thought in the world, he reached over to ruffle Will’s hair. His hair was smooth as silk.*

“I hope you don’t think you ain’t a catch either Will. You are handsome.” *He acknowledged.*

*Suddenly, the tone of his voice changed. He spoke in honey tones, sweet and gentle. He lowered his voice just enough for him and Will to hear.*

“I’ll date you too… if I was a girl but…” *He gently tugged on Will’s hair to pull his head up to make sure he was looking into his eyes.*

William hanged at the tip of his mouth, listening to every word Johnny sweetly whispered -swooning, almost, utterly lovestruck. Is this what sin felt like? Could he drown himself in it for a lifetime? Could he leave all sense of shame behind?

«W-why, that's very kind of you..» he fluttered «I don't think anyone has ever said something like that to me before.»

If he could only lean closer. If he could only hope.

“…I’m glad I’m the first.” *He softly spoke.*

*—To me it do’t matter if you’re a girl or not. Johnny was stunned, frozen in place, mouth slightly opened, his eyes still not leaving Will’s. Those words were playing back in his mind like a tape recorder. And, the more he thought about it, the more it made sense.*

*The memory of him and Sallie at Will’s shop during the storm flooded his mind. He realized the way every time Sallie would try to push up or flirt with Will, he would back away. Every time Sallie tried to have a conversation with Will, it looked like he wasn’t even listening. And, every time Sallie would try to help him with something, he didn’t seem pleased. But, if it was Johnny, who did any of those things, Will was the opposite.*

*Cause it made sense. It made sense now why Will was acting so different with Johnny. It was more than just two strangers getting to know each other. That’s when Johnny realized… souls don’t meet by accident.*

*He grabbed Will’s chin and slowly leaned closer to him, his heart beating by the mile, as he spoke in hushed tones.*

One entire lifetime had been wasted away by the poor choices of his own cowardly foolishness, William wouldn't allow it -should he have things his way- to travel down such path again.

This was no moment of a weakness, no, he would own up to it! This was his own doing! William Wilson has a backbone!

«G-golly, what the hell came over me!»

*Finding out the answers to those questions meant finding out the truth about himself he was trying to avoid all his life— his attraction to men. Yeah, he was attracted to women too, but he knew apart of him liked men as well. He realized it more when he gotten a little closer to Will. He couldn’t deny their chemistry anymore and he didn’t want to.*

*His heart beat quicken as he deepen the kiss by cupping the back of Will’s neck, pulling him in more. Guess he was too into it to realize Will pulled away and yelp in embarrassment.*

*Johnny opened his eyes to find Will shook, hands over his own mouth. He sighed.* “Will..”

*The same question Will was asking himself should be the same question Johnny should’ve had for himself, so why didn’t he?*

“W-we don’t have to fight this feeling anymore.” *His voice was low and soft. Once again, leaning closer towards Will; eyes fixated on those beautiful amber eyes.*

“We may not be something, but we’re not nothing either. The only thing standing between us is reality, but who cares? The damage was done the moment our eyes met.”

*His eyes dropped down to Will’s lips; those warm, pillowy lips. Suddenly, without a care in the world, he gently tilted Will’s head to the side, giving him access, as he pressed a soft, lingering kiss to the curve of Will’s neck. It felt like fire ignited inside him, the way his body was growing hot for Will’s touch.*

“I know you want me like I want you Will.” *He whispered in his ear.*

*Johnny’s eyes widened in shock. He started to run his hand through his hair, pacing back and forth.*

*Is this random stranger really telling the truth? How do they know this? Were they a friend of Sallie’s that he wasn’t aware of? No, it can’t be. He knows all of Sallie’s friends. Were they one of Will’s friends?*

*He sighed. He didn’t know what to believe. I guess the only way to find out the real truth is to ask the man himself.*

*He made his way to Will’s dorm. Taking deep breaths before his bare knuckles knocked on the door.*

At the hearing of Johnny's voice, he rushes towards the door -shoot, man sounded like somebody had gone unconscious! «J-Johnny!? Didn't expect to see ya around here, come on in!»

*He turned to face Will. His shoulders slumped as he sighed heavily. His hands felt a little clammy. The man was getting anxious. Which was odd since he was always able to talk to Will. It felt natural almost; the way how he was able to talk to him about anything. I guess this time, the stranger got his tongue tied.*

“So,” *He cleared his throat.* “Well first of all, you’d tell me the truth about anything right?”

*Okay, enough dancing around the question.*

“So, I gotta ask. I know this is random, but someone in the academy told me this and I couldn’t get it out my mind,”

At first, William stood there shook, with a trembling voice not even a remedy could save; then he realised, 'twas nothing more than a trick of the wind. «O-oh! Sallie, eh?» folding one of his elbows upon a wooden desk, the tone of his voice grew irritably confidence «Psss-nawh! I would never like her!»

*The way he said it felt dry. Johnny didn’t know what to say. He was too lost in thought to form any words at the moment.*

*Yeah, it was great to know he didn’t have a crush on Sallie. At least that question was answered but then— why didn’t Johnny feel satisfied? Was he expecting a different answer? Was he expecting Will to say more?*

*He sighed as he rubbed his face and ran both hands through his hair. The mental gymnastics is his mind was not helping him calm down at all. He knew the next question he was going to ask was going to put a strain in their relationship.*

“Um… that’s the not the only thing the person told me.”

*It felt like there was a big weight on his back the way he was slouching down; head tilted to the floor. He couldn’t make eye contact with Will with what he was about to say. The nerves were creeping up his body, making him feel a little faint.*

“They said the person you really had a crush on… was me.”

Desperate, the man attempts to linger closer, his voice drained of the dynamism it once held «Come on Johnny, y'know me.. I ain't a homo!»

*He sucked his teeth when he realized he didn’t get the strangers name.* “Too bad I didn’t get their name though.”

*John immediately noticed the way Will’s tone of voice changed. He spoke softly, his brows drawn together in a sympathetic concern.*

“It’s okay, Will. I know your not—"

*WAIT WHAT HE SAID??!*

“Y-you think I’m good lookin’?”

He'd fidget with his fingers, as the colour of his face gradually grew warmer. Good lord, what had gotten him so brave all of a sudden?? The man's tongue rolled before it could even process what it was saying. «You're terribly handsome, practically got anything a girl could want!»

And, perhaps, what a wimp like me could ever dream of being.

*He also doesn’t want Will to think he has feelings for— pft wait! I don’t got feelings for the man. Yeah, he may look cute, handsome, got the most beautiful brown eyes I’ve ever seen, grab-able, his hair is— the fuck am I saying?!*

“W-well you know I always make sure I keep myself in shape! The ladies always gotta know I’m the most handsome man in the world.” *He stated, while flexing his left arm muscles.*

*Johnny paused and thought for a moment. Well he didn’t think long enough before he said—*

“So, if you were a girl, you would date me right?”

A light-hearted giggle slipped out of him, finding Johnny's performance rather cute. «Now, I wouldn't say the world buuut, I know for Kansas that's right-!» Trying to entertain some friendly banter, William found himself crawling back at the thought of Montressor, almost carelessly so.

A vivid red stroke was quick to draw itself across his face; «Yes, surely!» he admitted, faster than he'd like. «G-golly, I wouldn't shut up about it. You're kind of like the catch of a lifetime!»

Brushing the back of his neck nervously, the words kept flying out of his mouth like swift sparrows.

*Johnny has gotten compliments before but, never like this. Shoot, not even Sallie gotten this creative.*

*A small smile curled on his lips as he walked closer to Will. His heart beat quicken with each step. Without a thought in the world, he reached over to ruffle Will’s hair. His hair was smooth as silk.*

“I hope you don’t think you ain’t a catch either Will. You are handsome.” *He acknowledged.*

*Suddenly, the tone of his voice changed. He spoke in honey tones, sweet and gentle. He lowered his voice just enough for him and Will to hear.*

“I’ll date you too… if I was a girl but…” *He gently tugged on Will’s hair to pull his head up to make sure he was looking into his eyes.*

William hanged at the tip of his mouth, listening to every word Johnny sweetly whispered -swooning, almost, utterly lovestruck. Is this what sin felt like? Could he drown himself in it for a lifetime? Could he leave all sense of shame behind?

«W-why, that's very kind of you..» he fluttered «I don't think anyone has ever said something like that to me before.»

If he could only lean closer. If he could only hope.

“…I’m glad I’m the first.” *He softly spoke.*

*—To me it do’t matter if you’re a girl or not. Johnny was stunned, frozen in place, mouth slightly opened, his eyes still not leaving Will’s. Those words were playing back in his mind like a tape recorder. And, the more he thought about it, the more it made sense.*

*The memory of him and Sallie at Will’s shop during the storm flooded his mind. He realized the way every time Sallie would try to push up or flirt with Will, he would back away. Every time Sallie tried to have a conversation with Will, it looked like he wasn’t even listening. And, every time Sallie would try to help him with something, he didn’t seem pleased. But, if it was Johnny, who did any of those things, Will was the opposite.*

*Cause it made sense. It made sense now why Will was acting so different with Johnny. It was more than just two strangers getting to know each other. That’s when Johnny realized… souls don’t meet by accident.*

*He grabbed Will’s chin and slowly leaned closer to him, his heart beating by the mile, as he spoke in hushed tones.*

*Johnny’s eyes widened in shock. He started to run his hand through his hair, pacing back and forth.*

*Is this random stranger really telling the truth? How do they know this? Were they a friend of Sallie’s that he wasn’t aware of? No, it can’t be. He knows all of Sallie’s friends. Were they one of Will’s friends?*

*He sighed. He didn’t know what to believe. I guess the only way to find out the real truth is to ask the man himself.*

*He made his way to Will’s dorm. Taking deep breaths before his bare knuckles knocked on the door.*

At the hearing of Johnny's voice, he rushes towards the door -shoot, man sounded like somebody had gone unconscious! «J-Johnny!? Didn't expect to see ya around here, come on in!»

*He turned to face Will. His shoulders slumped as he sighed heavily. His hands felt a little clammy. The man was getting anxious. Which was odd since he was always able to talk to Will. It felt natural almost; the way how he was able to talk to him about anything. I guess this time, the stranger got his tongue tied.*

“So,” *He cleared his throat.* “Well first of all, you’d tell me the truth about anything right?”

*Okay, enough dancing around the question.*

“So, I gotta ask. I know this is random, but someone in the academy told me this and I couldn’t get it out my mind,”

At first, William stood there shook, with a trembling voice not even a remedy could save; then he realised, 'twas nothing more than a trick of the wind. «O-oh! Sallie, eh?» folding one of his elbows upon a wooden desk, the tone of his voice grew irritably confidence «Psss-nawh! I would never like her!»

*The way he said it felt dry. Johnny didn’t know what to say. He was too lost in thought to form any words at the moment.*

*Yeah, it was great to know he didn’t have a crush on Sallie. At least that question was answered but then— why didn’t Johnny feel satisfied? Was he expecting a different answer? Was he expecting Will to say more?*

*He sighed as he rubbed his face and ran both hands through his hair. The mental gymnastics is his mind was not helping him calm down at all. He knew the next question he was going to ask was going to put a strain in their relationship.*

“Um… that’s the not the only thing the person told me.”

*It felt like there was a big weight on his back the way he was slouching down; head tilted to the floor. He couldn’t make eye contact with Will with what he was about to say. The nerves were creeping up his body, making him feel a little faint.*

“They said the person you really had a crush on… was me.”

Desperate, the man attempts to linger closer, his voice drained of the dynamism it once held «Come on Johnny, y'know me.. I ain't a homo!»

*He sucked his teeth when he realized he didn’t get the strangers name.* “Too bad I didn’t get their name though.”

*John immediately noticed the way Will’s tone of voice changed. He spoke softly, his brows drawn together in a sympathetic concern.*

“It’s okay, Will. I know your not—"

*WAIT WHAT HE SAID??!*

“Y-you think I’m good lookin’?”

He'd fidget with his fingers, as the colour of his face gradually grew warmer. Good lord, what had gotten him so brave all of a sudden?? The man's tongue rolled before it could even process what it was saying. «You're terribly handsome, practically got anything a girl could want!»

And, perhaps, what a wimp like me could ever dream of being.

*He also doesn’t want Will to think he has feelings for— pft wait! I don’t got feelings for the man. Yeah, he may look cute, handsome, got the most beautiful brown eyes I’ve ever seen, grab-able, his hair is— the fuck am I saying?!*

“W-well you know I always make sure I keep myself in shape! The ladies always gotta know I’m the most handsome man in the world.” *He stated, while flexing his left arm muscles.*

*Johnny paused and thought for a moment. Well he didn’t think long enough before he said—*

“So, if you were a girl, you would date me right?”

A light-hearted giggle slipped out of him, finding Johnny's performance rather cute. «Now, I wouldn't say the world buuut, I know for Kansas that's right-!» Trying to entertain some friendly banter, William found himself crawling back at the thought of Montressor, almost carelessly so.

A vivid red stroke was quick to draw itself across his face; «Yes, surely!» he admitted, faster than he'd like. «G-golly, I wouldn't shut up about it. You're kind of like the catch of a lifetime!»

Brushing the back of his neck nervously, the words kept flying out of his mouth like swift sparrows.

*Johnny has gotten compliments before but, never like this. Shoot, not even Sallie gotten this creative.*

*A small smile curled on his lips as he walked closer to Will. His heart beat quicken with each step. Without a thought in the world, he reached over to ruffle Will’s hair. His hair was smooth as silk.*

“I hope you don’t think you ain’t a catch either Will. You are handsome.” *He acknowledged.*

*Suddenly, the tone of his voice changed. He spoke in honey tones, sweet and gentle. He lowered his voice just enough for him and Will to hear.*

“I’ll date you too… if I was a girl but…” *He gently tugged on Will’s hair to pull his head up to make sure he was looking into his eyes.*

*Johnny’s eyes widened in shock. He started to run his hand through his hair, pacing back and forth.*

*Is this random stranger really telling the truth? How do they know this? Were they a friend of Sallie’s that he wasn’t aware of? No, it can’t be. He knows all of Sallie’s friends. Were they one of Will’s friends?*

*He sighed. He didn’t know what to believe. I guess the only way to find out the real truth is to ask the man himself.*

*He made his way to Will’s dorm. Taking deep breaths before his bare knuckles knocked on the door.*

At the hearing of Johnny's voice, he rushes towards the door -shoot, man sounded like somebody had gone unconscious! «J-Johnny!? Didn't expect to see ya around here, come on in!»

*He turned to face Will. His shoulders slumped as he sighed heavily. His hands felt a little clammy. The man was getting anxious. Which was odd since he was always able to talk to Will. It felt natural almost; the way how he was able to talk to him about anything. I guess this time, the stranger got his tongue tied.*

“So,” *He cleared his throat.* “Well first of all, you’d tell me the truth about anything right?”

*Okay, enough dancing around the question.*

“So, I gotta ask. I know this is random, but someone in the academy told me this and I couldn’t get it out my mind,”

At first, William stood there shook, with a trembling voice not even a remedy could save; then he realised, 'twas nothing more than a trick of the wind. «O-oh! Sallie, eh?» folding one of his elbows upon a wooden desk, the tone of his voice grew irritably confidence «Psss-nawh! I would never like her!»

*The way he said it felt dry. Johnny didn’t know what to say. He was too lost in thought to form any words at the moment.*

*Yeah, it was great to know he didn’t have a crush on Sallie. At least that question was answered but then— why didn’t Johnny feel satisfied? Was he expecting a different answer? Was he expecting Will to say more?*

*He sighed as he rubbed his face and ran both hands through his hair. The mental gymnastics is his mind was not helping him calm down at all. He knew the next question he was going to ask was going to put a strain in their relationship.*

“Um… that’s the not the only thing the person told me.”

*It felt like there was a big weight on his back the way he was slouching down; head tilted to the floor. He couldn’t make eye contact with Will with what he was about to say. The nerves were creeping up his body, making him feel a little faint.*

“They said the person you really had a crush on… was me.”

Desperate, the man attempts to linger closer, his voice drained of the dynamism it once held «Come on Johnny, y'know me.. I ain't a homo!»

*He sucked his teeth when he realized he didn’t get the strangers name.* “Too bad I didn’t get their name though.”

*John immediately noticed the way Will’s tone of voice changed. He spoke softly, his brows drawn together in a sympathetic concern.*

“It’s okay, Will. I know your not—"

*WAIT WHAT HE SAID??!*

“Y-you think I’m good lookin’?”

He'd fidget with his fingers, as the colour of his face gradually grew warmer. Good lord, what had gotten him so brave all of a sudden?? The man's tongue rolled before it could even process what it was saying. «You're terribly handsome, practically got anything a girl could want!»

And, perhaps, what a wimp like me could ever dream of being.

*He also doesn’t want Will to think he has feelings for— pft wait! I don’t got feelings for the man. Yeah, he may look cute, handsome, got the most beautiful brown eyes I’ve ever seen, grab-able, his hair is— the fuck am I saying?!*

“W-well you know I always make sure I keep myself in shape! The ladies always gotta know I’m the most handsome man in the world.” *He stated, while flexing his left arm muscles.*

*Johnny paused and thought for a moment. Well he didn’t think long enough before he said—*

“So, if you were a girl, you would date me right?”

*Johnny’s eyes widened in shock. He started to run his hand through his hair, pacing back and forth.*

*Is this random stranger really telling the truth? How do they know this? Were they a friend of Sallie’s that he wasn’t aware of? No, it can’t be. He knows all of Sallie’s friends. Were they one of Will’s friends?*

*He sighed. He didn’t know what to believe. I guess the only way to find out the real truth is to ask the man himself.*

*He made his way to Will’s dorm. Taking deep breaths before his bare knuckles knocked on the door.*

At the hearing of Johnny's voice, he rushes towards the door -shoot, man sounded like somebody had gone unconscious! «J-Johnny!? Didn't expect to see ya around here, come on in!»

*He turned to face Will. His shoulders slumped as he sighed heavily. His hands felt a little clammy. The man was getting anxious. Which was odd since he was always able to talk to Will. It felt natural almost; the way how he was able to talk to him about anything. I guess this time, the stranger got his tongue tied.*

“So,” *He cleared his throat.* “Well first of all, you’d tell me the truth about anything right?”

*Okay, enough dancing around the question.*

“So, I gotta ask. I know this is random, but someone in the academy told me this and I couldn’t get it out my mind,”

At first, William stood there shook, with a trembling voice not even a remedy could save; then he realised, 'twas nothing more than a trick of the wind. «O-oh! Sallie, eh?» folding one of his elbows upon a wooden desk, the tone of his voice grew irritably confidence «Psss-nawh! I would never like her!»

*The way he said it felt dry. Johnny didn’t know what to say. He was too lost in thought to form any words at the moment.*

*Yeah, it was great to know he didn’t have a crush on Sallie. At least that question was answered but then— why didn’t Johnny feel satisfied? Was he expecting a different answer? Was he expecting Will to say more?*

*He sighed as he rubbed his face and ran both hands through his hair. The mental gymnastics is his mind was not helping him calm down at all. He knew the next question he was going to ask was going to put a strain in their relationship.*

“Um… that’s the not the only thing the person told me.”

*It felt like there was a big weight on his back the way he was slouching down; head tilted to the floor. He couldn’t make eye contact with Will with what he was about to say. The nerves were creeping up his body, making him feel a little faint.*

“They said the person you really had a crush on… was me.”

Desperate, the man attempts to linger closer, his voice drained of the dynamism it once held «Come on Johnny, y'know me.. I ain't a homo!»

*He sucked his teeth when he realized he didn’t get the strangers name.* “Too bad I didn’t get their name though.”

*John immediately noticed the way Will’s tone of voice changed. He spoke softly, his brows drawn together in a sympathetic concern.*

“It’s okay, Will. I know your not—"

*WAIT WHAT HE SAID??!*

“Y-you think I’m good lookin’?”

*Johnny’s eyes widened in shock. He started to run his hand through his hair, pacing back and forth.*

*Is this random stranger really telling the truth? How do they know this? Were they a friend of Sallie’s that he wasn’t aware of? No, it can’t be. He knows all of Sallie’s friends. Were they one of Will’s friends?*

*He sighed. He didn’t know what to believe. I guess the only way to find out the real truth is to ask the man himself.*

*He made his way to Will’s dorm. Taking deep breaths before his bare knuckles knocked on the door.*

At the hearing of Johnny's voice, he rushes towards the door -shoot, man sounded like somebody had gone unconscious! «J-Johnny!? Didn't expect to see ya around here, come on in!»

*He turned to face Will. His shoulders slumped as he sighed heavily. His hands felt a little clammy. The man was getting anxious. Which was odd since he was always able to talk to Will. It felt natural almost; the way how he was able to talk to him about anything. I guess this time, the stranger got his tongue tied.*

“So,” *He cleared his throat.* “Well first of all, you’d tell me the truth about anything right?”

*Okay, enough dancing around the question.*

“So, I gotta ask. I know this is random, but someone in the academy told me this and I couldn’t get it out my mind,”

At first, William stood there shook, with a trembling voice not even a remedy could save; then he realised, 'twas nothing more than a trick of the wind. «O-oh! Sallie, eh?» folding one of his elbows upon a wooden desk, the tone of his voice grew irritably confidence «Psss-nawh! I would never like her!»

*The way he said it felt dry. Johnny didn’t know what to say. He was too lost in thought to form any words at the moment.*

*Yeah, it was great to know he didn’t have a crush on Sallie. At least that question was answered but then— why didn’t Johnny feel satisfied? Was he expecting a different answer? Was he expecting Will to say more?*

*He sighed as he rubbed his face and ran both hands through his hair. The mental gymnastics is his mind was not helping him calm down at all. He knew the next question he was going to ask was going to put a strain in their relationship.*

“Um… that’s the not the only thing the person told me.”

*It felt like there was a big weight on his back the way he was slouching down; head tilted to the floor. He couldn’t make eye contact with Will with what he was about to say. The nerves were creeping up his body, making him feel a little faint.*

“They said the person you really had a crush on… was me.”

*Johnny’s eyes widened in shock. He started to run his hand through his hair, pacing back and forth.*

*Is this random stranger really telling the truth? How do they know this? Were they a friend of Sallie’s that he wasn’t aware of? No, it can’t be. He knows all of Sallie’s friends. Were they one of Will’s friends?*

*He sighed. He didn’t know what to believe. I guess the only way to find out the real truth is to ask the man himself.*

*He made his way to Will’s dorm. Taking deep breaths before his bare knuckles knocked on the door.*

At the hearing of Johnny's voice, he rushes towards the door -shoot, man sounded like somebody had gone unconscious! «J-Johnny!? Didn't expect to see ya around here, come on in!»

*He turned to face Will. His shoulders slumped as he sighed heavily. His hands felt a little clammy. The man was getting anxious. Which was odd since he was always able to talk to Will. It felt natural almost; the way how he was able to talk to him about anything. I guess this time, the stranger got his tongue tied.*

“So,” *He cleared his throat.* “Well first of all, you’d tell me the truth about anything right?”

*Okay, enough dancing around the question.*

“So, I gotta ask. I know this is random, but someone in the academy told me this and I couldn’t get it out my mind,”

It was 8:31 p.m.

A frustrated groan escaped his lips. His patience was running thin. Where is this man? The sleepover started about a half an hour ago. Just because you’re rich doesn’t mean you get to be late! He got up from his bed and began to pace the length of his room, running a hand through his hair every few steps.

Johnny got invited to a sleepover by one of the students in the academy. It was a note. At first, he was hesitant since he had never been to a sleepover like this before. But then, after some thinking, he decided why not? Reasons being, this is the perfect opportunity to finally meet up with the man who his ex, Sallie, is dating. To finally have a conversation with the man to understand on what the hell Sallie even sees in him especially with the name Thomas?? Seriously, Johnny sounds so much better.

A muscle in his jaw twitched as he glanced up at the clock again. 10 minutes has passed.

“He’s not coming, is he?” He mumbles under his breath as he sighed heavily.

“If he wasn’t gonna come, he could’ve at least let me know!” He huffed.

He walked over to the window where Thomas should be meeting him. After all, the man isn’t even enrolled in this academy so he had to sneak him in somehow. He peered through the window to see if he was out there.

Nothing.

“Fucking bastard.”

“God, I forgot how awful this place looked. It looks like a pris— Oh, wait…. It is.” He says in the most monotoned tone.

Thomas has been here before when he used to visit his ex Ada. How regretful he feels wasting all that with that horrid woman; chasing something that was never really nothing. He made his way towards the academy as the slight breeze hit in his direction. It was a little bit chilly out tonight. Luckily for him, he has his robe on. A heavy, velvet robe the color of midnight, its collar trimmed with fur.

In his hand, he holds a note. A note from johnny that shows directions on how to get to his window. He can’t believe he’s doing this, but what’s the point of life if you’re not taking a risk?

He walked through the open gate and made his way around the building. His neck craned back so far it ached a little. Good lord, there was so many floors. His dorm better not be on the last floor or I’m fucking leaving.

“JOHNNY! I’M HERE! WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU?!” He called out.

Suddenly, a rope out of thick blankets dropped down from the 4th floor window. His eyes widened like they were about to burst. That man has lost his mind.

He grabbed the long rope made out of thick blankets that he made earlier and quickly opened the window. He threw one end out the window and held on to the other end.

He heard Thomas complaining, but he doesn’t give a fuck.

“YES, I’M SERIOUS! JUST CLIMB ON WHILE I HOLD ON TO IT!” He shouted.

He grabbed onto the rope blankets and jumped, landing both of his feet on the wall. “DON’T RUSH ME! I HAVE MY FANCY ROBE ON THAT I DO NOT WANT TO GET DIRTY!” He shouted.

He holds onto the blankets, clenching his teeth, gripping them tightly while he feels the weight of Thomas climbing up towards the window.

The sounds of huffs and puffs swarm around them with every tug and pull. Finally, Thomas’s head appeared, followed by a shoulder, then the rest of the body tumbled onto the floor.

Johnny dropped the rope made of blankets onto the floor while he gasped for air.

It was 8:31 p.m.

A frustrated groan escaped his lips. His patience was running thin. Where is this man? The sleepover started about a half an hour ago. Just because you’re rich doesn’t mean you get to be late! He got up from his bed and began to pace the length of his room, running a hand through his hair every few steps.

Johnny got invited to a sleepover by one of the students in the academy. It was a note. At first, he was hesitant since he had never been to a sleepover like this before. But then, after some thinking, he decided why not? Reasons being, this is the perfect opportunity to finally meet up with the man who his ex, Sallie, is dating. To finally have a conversation with the man to understand on what the hell Sallie even sees in him especially with the name Thomas?? Seriously, Johnny sounds so much better.

A muscle in his jaw twitched as he glanced up at the clock again. 10 minutes has passed.

“He’s not coming, is he?” He mumbles under his breath as he sighed heavily.

“If he wasn’t gonna come, he could’ve at least let me know!” He huffed.

He walked over to the window where Thomas should be meeting him. After all, the man isn’t even enrolled in this academy so he had to sneak him in somehow. He peered through the window to see if he was out there.

Nothing.

“Fucking bastard.”

“God, I forgot how awful this place looked. It looks like a pris— Oh, wait…. It is.” He says in the most monotoned tone.

Thomas has been here before when he used to visit his ex Ada. How regretful he feels wasting all that with that horrid woman; chasing something that was never really nothing. He made his way towards the academy as the slight breeze hit in his direction. It was a little bit chilly out tonight. Luckily for him, he has his robe on. A heavy, velvet robe the color of midnight, its collar trimmed with fur.

In his hand, he holds a note. A note from johnny that shows directions on how to get to his window. He can’t believe he’s doing this, but what’s the point of life if you’re not taking a risk?

He walked through the open gate and made his way around the building. His neck craned back so far it ached a little. Good lord, there was so many floors. His dorm better not be on the last floor or I’m fucking leaving.

“JOHNNY! I’M HERE! WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU?!” He called out.

Suddenly, a rope out of thick blankets dropped down from the 4th floor window. His eyes widened like they were about to burst. That man has lost his mind.

He grabbed the long rope made out of thick blankets that he made earlier and quickly opened the window. He threw one end out the window and held on to the other end.

He heard Thomas complaining, but he doesn’t give a fuck.

“YES, I’M SERIOUS! JUST CLIMB ON WHILE I HOLD ON TO IT!” He shouted.

Hmm...

[He takes a good look at it and ponders for a second.]

HEY JOHNNY! CATCH! [The man cackled as the syringe was launched towards the unsuspecting target with full force.]

*the man sees a syringe, made of god knows what, launching at him. He lets it drop to the floor with a loud smack. He hesitates on picking it up, but does it anyway.*

[A taunting laugh aired out of him, watching the man pitifully collect the item from the floor.] It's estrogen, I think.. supposedly it turns you into a woman and whatnot.

*He holds the syringe with both of his hands and examines it carefully by turning it around.*

*He squints his eyes, taking a closer look. ‘Estrogen’*

Hmp!

*He rolls his eyes and throws it back to this weird-looking man.*

I highly doubt that, worst case scenario I turn into a woman and suddenly you're all sweet-talking me; however you americans call it. I've got little interest in having a skirt-catcher following me around.

Ew. Gingers like you are not my type. You give off chatty and annoying. I would rather flirt with a frog.

*He paused when he heard the words “skirt-catcher” come out the weird-looking Ginger’s mouth.*

“Pardon!?” [Rather offended at that statement, a gasp aired from his chest.] “I am french! I'm not obliged to waste my precious time learning whatever foolish terms you americans come up with!”

*He’s French? No wonder he’s so god damn annoying. He reminds me of a squirrel… a ginger squirrel.*

[Growing more frustrated in the presence of such an.. AN EGOTISTICAL-! man, taste of your own poison, much? Luca groaned in distain.]

“Please! I've got far more important things to do in my life rather than chase after petty romances and whatnot! I-i don't even date!”

Hmm...

[He takes a good look at it and ponders for a second.]

HEY JOHNNY! CATCH! [The man cackled as the syringe was launched towards the unsuspecting target with full force.]

*the man sees a syringe, made of god knows what, launching at him. He lets it drop to the floor with a loud smack. He hesitates on picking it up, but does it anyway.*

[A taunting laugh aired out of him, watching the man pitifully collect the item from the floor.] It's estrogen, I think.. supposedly it turns you into a woman and whatnot.

*He holds the syringe with both of his hands and examines it carefully by turning it around.*

*He squints his eyes, taking a closer look. ‘Estrogen’*

Hmp!

*He rolls his eyes and throws it back to this weird-looking man.*

I highly doubt that, worst case scenario I turn into a woman and suddenly you're all sweet-talking me; however you americans call it. I've got little interest in having a skirt-catcher following me around.

Ew. Gingers like you are not my type. You give off chatty and annoying. I would rather flirt with a frog.

*He paused when he heard the words “skirt-catcher” come out the weird-looking Ginger’s mouth.*

“Pardon!?” [Rather offended at that statement, a gasp aired from his chest.] “I am french! I'm not obliged to waste my precious time learning whatever foolish terms you americans come up with!”

*He’s French? No wonder he’s so god damn annoying. He reminds me of a squirrel… a ginger squirrel.*

Hmm...

[He takes a good look at it and ponders for a second.]

HEY JOHNNY! CATCH! [The man cackled as the syringe was launched towards the unsuspecting target with full force.]

*the man sees a syringe, made of god knows what, launching at him. He lets it drop to the floor with a loud smack. He hesitates on picking it up, but does it anyway.*

[A taunting laugh aired out of him, watching the man pitifully collect the item from the floor.] It's estrogen, I think.. supposedly it turns you into a woman and whatnot.

*He holds the syringe with both of his hands and examines it carefully by turning it around.*

*He squints his eyes, taking a closer look. ‘Estrogen’*

Hmp!

*He rolls his eyes and throws it back to this weird-looking man.*

I highly doubt that, worst case scenario I turn into a woman and suddenly you're all sweet-talking me; however you americans call it. I've got little interest in having a skirt-catcher following me around.

Ew. Gingers like you are not my type. You give off chatty and annoying. I would rather flirt with a frog.

*He paused when he heard the words “skirt-catcher” come out the weird-looking Ginger’s mouth.*