#will fitz

Hello Tomorrow!

‘Did you really change Annemarie’s tire?’ He laughs.   ‘Does that impress you?’ I smile.  ‘Maybe.  Are you going to get all conceited now?’ ‘Don’t I wish.  I hate to ruin whatever story Annemarie told you about me being all manly, crawling under the car and whipping off the tire.  But I’d never done it before.  I had to watch a YouTube video explaining how.  It probably took me half an hour just to figure out how to jack the car up.’ A weird feeling passes through me.  I think I might be more impressed now.  ‘That was really nice of you.’ He looks at me like I’m crazy.  ‘Yeah, I’m a really nice guy.  Did you fall and hit your head again, Bennet?’

I look over to see Jeremiah on his hands and knees, wiping the floor with an old rag.  Where’d he get the rag?  'Do you know what I’m doing, Libby?' Jeremiah asks. 'Mopping up unicorn blood.' 'Yeah.' Will nods.  'That stuff really stains.'  He steps closer to me and lowers his voice.  'I’ll ask you again tomorrow.”

'It must be a relief that he finally asked you, and it’s over,' Will says. 'What do you mean?' 'Just that it must have been stressful, knowing he liked you and was going to make a move eventually, with you trying to be nice to him but not encourage him or anything.  But now at least he did it, and it’s over.' 'Wow.  That’s exactly how girls feel.' He smiles. 'I have a sister.'

Mr. Anderson turns his same curious stare on Will.  'Your persistence paid off, Mr. Fitz.  When I try it, the women call it stalking.  Must be that you still have all your hair.'