Summer Nights

Frogs

One thing Will had most certainly noticed about Silas, was his smile. You better believe he caught Silas smiling at him while he was dancing, and by gods, that smile was infectious. Will came to the conclusion that he wanted to see that smile more. So...now he was sitting on his bunk watching Silas (totally not creepy dude, a hundredth percent. No that was not a typo.) and making mental notes about where he has seen Silas smile before. The trail, while we were walking...when we were cleaning, and once in the morning. None of those really seemed real to Will though. Not the same infectious feeling spread through him when he saw those smiles, as if they were a staged affect to hide discomfort instead of a true honest smile.  They probably were.

Will sighed. He was doing it again, obsessing over "fixing" someone who doesn't want to helped. It didn't help that Silas was cute either, it just added fuel to the fire. What a silly fire it was. Will glared at his reflection in the cheap plastic mirror of the bathroom. Just brush your goddamn teeth, Wilbur. He thought, as he continued on with his chore. This day wasn't exactly going as planned unless, in a scenario he hardly doubted was accurate, his past self had planned to start thinking of his co-counselor 24/7. He spit out the excess toothpaste and went into the rinkadink kitchen to find that Silas had fallen asleep making coffee. He wasn't really an early riser. 

"Yo, grumpy, our coffee is prepared." Will teased, pouring two cups, and suddenly remembering that Silas likes his with the creamer in the mini fridge and adding that into one of the cups. The sweet smell made him want to vomit.

"Mmph." Came the reply from the half-conscious Silas, as he grabbed the coffee mug handed to him. 

Will laughed and went to go change out of his PJ's into jeans and a yellow T-shirt With a sun in the middle. When he came out, Silas was drinking his coffee and drawing with charcoal in a sketchbook, already dressed in a red T-shirt and black jeans. Will found himself breaking into a grin at the way Silas was sitting, like a frog.

"Dude, you look like a little tree frog." Will laughed as he said it.

"Wilbur Smith, shut you mouth right now before I make you." Silas snapped back, but Will could see the small twitch of his mouth as if he wanted to smile.

"Whatever, Mr.Stone, it's time for the meeting this morning, y'know. We're late." 

Will watched as Silas sighed and set his charcoals and sketchbook down.

"Okay, okay. I'm goin"