Your Wish Is My Calamity✔️

CHAPTER SEVEN

IT WAS IMPOSSIBLE to feel embarrassed about something you had done if you pretended that it never happened.

This was William's method to forget the events of the other night. The intimate stories, the giggles, the smiles, and the almost kiss. He hadn't mentioned it since then, and like the gentlemen Orion was, he hadn't mentioned it either to soothe William's embarrassment.

William wanted to forget the entire night as a whole, because every minute they spent was like a building block leading up to their almost kiss. The longer they spent splayed out on the grass, the wider their smiles were, and the closer their bodies were. William was positive that he wouldn't be able to talk about the night without his cheeks blazing red and his voice wavering. The best solution was not to speak of it at all.

William laughed hysterically as he reached out to swipe flour across Orion's cheek.

William and Orion stood in the middle of Williams's kitchen, smiling like idiots because of the mess they had made while attempting to bake a cake. Since William figured that Orion may have a knack for sweet things, he thought baking something with him would give Orion fun experiences, and fond memories during his time on earth.

Orion smiled dashedly, "Okay, I may have underestimated how messy it would be to make a cake."

During their baking mayhem, Orion had tried to open the bag of flour while standing up, which somehow resulted in it landing all over his hands, the floor, and his upper body.

William's thumb slipped away from Orion's face, and gently ushered him towards the sink. As Orion moved toward the sink, he dragged his feet across the floor and in doing so, he spread the flour on William's cold tiles. William couldn't suffocate the laughter that ripped out of his mouth as Orion continued to make a mess.

"You're doing it on purpose!"

"Now why would I do that?" Orion said as his large and veiny hands scrubbed themselves under the running water with the speed of a sloth.

It was clear that Orion was getting a little too comfortable in his house.

William's arms latched onto the back of Orion's shirt as he attempted to tug him away from the sink. "Now you're wasting my water too!" William exclaimed amusedly. "Next thing you know, you'll use 40 sheets of paper towels so that you could waste those as well!"

Orion turned off the tap. "No, I won't. I don't even need to dry my hands."

"Yes, you will. I don't want you baking with wet hands."

"But if I dry my hands, how will I do this?"

"Do wha-"

Orion suddenly turned away from the sink and toward William, flicking all of his ten fingers at him, and sending the flying droplets towards William's face like shooting stars.

William stumbled backwards as Orion continued to flick water on him, and lunged for the first thing that he saw.

William had never been one to horse around. He was clean, organized, and a lover of routine. Unfortunately for him, Orion could make anybody come out of their shell.

Orion suddenly stopped when he saw what William grabbed a handful of. "Wait, I'm really sorr–"

Orion's apology came far too late, because handfuls of flour were now being catapulted into his face by William's smooth hands.

Orion's arms rose to shield his face, although it was already covered in flour. He knew that he wanted to play along, and so he dramatically groaned and leaned against the counter. When William had run out of flour, Orion quickly opened another flour bag and smiled at him devilishly.

Somehow, Orion's small flecks of water turned into an entire flour fight, and before the men knew it, they had turned William's black-themed kitchen into a white haven.

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After their flour fight, William and Orion cleaned the kitchen and took showers before they decided to get back to baking. Surprisingly, Orion had managed to make a pretty decent cake under William's instructions, and William had noticed that Orion was more like a golden retriever rather than a star.

William smiled at the man softly as he witnessed his excitement and happiness. Each time William complimented him or told him he was doing a good job, Orion's entire demeanour became bright and lifted. It was almost like William could see his imaginary tail wagging from side to side.

Despite Orion's tall height and large, muscular build, William found him very adorable.

"You know," Orion smiled softly, "I'm really glad you wished for my help. I'm having the time of my life."

But William felt that he was the one who owed Orion a thank you for everything he had done so far. Even if his ex-boyfriend had not contacted him yet, the fact that he was given a second shot to fix his relationship was lucky in itself. Apart from that, William found that spending time with him was enjoyable.

William's smile matched his, "I'm glad."

But then, this heartwarming moment was quickly soured by William's mind. Although William wasn't sure how they had gotten this close in such a short time, he realized that he was going to miss him.

"I'm going to miss having you around." William's voice got quieter, "...you know, after I make my last wish."

Orion eyes flickered with an emotion William couldn't decipher. "Just make sure you make a wish that's worthwhile."

William nodded.

"Will you actually disappear once the wish is made? Like... for sure?"

"Yes," Orion said solemnly as he turned away from William, "I probably won't see you ever again after you make your last wish."

William wasn't sure what he wanted anymore. As a man who had practically no friends, and isolated himself from people he was unfamiliar with, he had somehow gotten used to Orion. It was almost like in some weird, twisted way, that Orion had replaced Christian in his daily routine. If Orion really had to go, then he had to make sure that Christian would stay, because although William preferred solidarity, he wouldn't know what to do if he was truly alone.

Little did William know, that the last wish he was going to make would change his life.