Will

less than 72 hours ago

Words: 1046
      Like I said, we are probably screwed. Our start to Brighton, London would start soon. All i can think about lately is that Will makes me happy. We met yesterday. Now we are on our way to Brighton together. Once we get to Brighton, we could rent a house together and get jobs and live life! Then we could go to another place, then another. We could go so far!
           We have been walking for quite a bit and found our way back to the train station to wait for our first train to Brighton. Will and i stood there rather awkwardly for a while, just holding our luggage and waiting for one of us to say a word. Will looked down at me and made a curious face. I could tell he had a question. "What is it Will?" "Are we gonna be ok Oliver?" He asked. He looked straight ahead, he wouldn't look me in the eyes. "Im gonna be honest, probably not. Not now. But, we can get jobs in Brighton." That's how i responded. Why? Why did i say that? I probably scared him! To my surprise he laughed. He looked at me. "You arent scared, are you?" "No." I wasn't, but we are trusting each other right now.
         We met less than 72 hours ago, and we are running away together. Neither of us understand trust issues at all, id say. We heard the train, Will started breathing heavily. I held his hand tight and have him a reassuring look. The train arrived and the doors slid open and we stepped on. I went to go find a seat, then Will reached for a grab handle and stood there.
        I nodded and set our luggage in one of those over head compartment things. I stepped back over to him and he ruffled my hair when I got to him. "I thought your hair would look nice like that." I gave him a confused look, "all ruffled? All messy?" He did a scoff like laugh and looked up for a second then looked down at me. "That's how my hair looks!" "Yeah all messy and fluffy!" I reached up and pulled of his beanie. He laughed and said, "Really Oli?" He laughed at me again, he wasn't mad though. I laughed at him louder, "DID YOU JUST CALL ME OLI?! DID YOU JUST FUCKING CALL ME OLI?" He blushed and looked away. I kept laughing.
        We have equal authority over each other. We looked at each other again and just burst out laughing. People were looking but it was ok. He grabbed his hat back from my hand and the train stopped again. People got on, but it wasn't our turn to get off yet. "Hey Will?" "Yeeees?" He replied. "Is there anything else I can call you other than Will? I love your name, don't get me wrong but is there anything else i can call you? I mean you can call me Oli and Oliver. I need nickname or something also." He rolled his eyes, "ugh fine. My name is William, but I've been called Wilbur, and Willy." "WILLY? WILLY? Oli and Willy!" But Wilbur, I loved that name. He fits it a lot.   
      Anyway, Will and i looked at each other,  right in the eyes. His dark brown eyes seemed to pierce me, in a way. They stabbed me, if that makes sense. None of our jokes were funny anymore, because now we were looking at each other so damn seriously. We both couldn't laugh anymore. It felt uncomfy. But we kept staring, and so did the other people on the train.
        A sadness came over us, "why are we like this?" I thought. How? "Ok, will. We are running away to Brighton. Together. We met under 72 hours ago." He giggled, "What about it Oliver? Are you scared?" "No, im not. Just how are we gonna live in the future?" He looked at me, in that all funny twisted confused way and i nearly found it attractive. "Why are you worried about the future? We are literally living right now. Which is quite ironic, considering you saved my life." I felt my stomach get a bit sick but i pushed it aside.
         Our stop was here. We got off the train and went and sat on the nearest bench. Once again, he fell asleep on a bench at a train station. Poor guy, neither of us have actually slept in a while. Our train wouldn't be here till morning so, i woke William up. "Lets go find a hotel." He looked at me in a confused manner, "hotel? Were literally poor." I grabbed his hand and drug him out of the railway station. We found an old hotel, very boring looking. Our room was very cheap and small. There was a couch, a television, a small brown rug and only one bed.
       Will and i walked into our room, scanning it. We both looked at the one bed, then looked at each other. I panicked and started to pick at my nails. Will noticed and grabbed my hand. "Fine, I'll sleep on the couch." He said with a sarcastic, but prissy voice. "Oh, Will its alright you can sleep in the bed. Or i mean, we could share it i don't really mind. There is probably enough room." He laughed and opened our luggage bags and grabbed a pair or clothes for tomorrow. I went into the bathroom and brushed my teeth, when i walked out the bathroom i saw Will, he was stood there.
           (I promise there is no cheesy smut coming up. I promise) "Will, are you alright?" He turned around, seeming a bit startled. "Im alright, but I'm sleeping with a boy that saved my life yesterday. That i barely know." It was my turn for the joke, "What Will, are you scared?" We both giggled and i just took off my shoes and layed down in the bed. I wasn't really bothered. I had to sleep on so many busses and trains throughout my childhood i could sleep anywhere. I felt Will lay next to me, "you can have the covers." He said. "Its alright, we could share those too if you want."