Change - (boyxboy)

Chapter 5 - OK

"William Agamemnon Fritzberg Evans, why did you not tell me you broke up with your boyfriend?!" Dale asked sharply as he barged into Will's room, announcing his presence. Will shot up, suddenly awoken from his little nanna nap by Dale's commotion.

"Wait, what? Those aren't my middle names, what's going on?" Will asked groggily as he rubbed sleep from his eyes.

"Well, they're better names than Andrew," Dale replied almost mockingly. "How common and boring."

"Dale, you're last name is Smith, that's more common and boring than Andrew," Will countered before letting out a loud yawn. "What're you doing here anyway? How'd you get in?"

"Ok, first of all, I'm not gonna be Dale Smith for much longer," the manic redhead began as he made his way over to sit at the foot of Will's bed, facing the younger boy. "because Robbie and I are gonna get married."

"Oh my god, congratulations," Will cheered excitedly, scooting over to tackle Dale into a hug. "When did he propose?"

"Oh, he hasn't yet, but one day he might," Dale replied wistfully, staring off into the distance.

"Oh my god, Dale, you got me excited over nothing," Will scolded the older man, slapping him hard on his upper arm. He scooted back away from the redhead to get back under his blanket and curl up into a ball underneath, wanting to just sleep again.

"Aww, don't be like that, little Willy, I just wanted you to be prepared for the day and have a nice beau to bring with you, but some little birdies told me that you broke up with yours," Dale said as he moved up the bed and hugged the mound that was Will. "Tell me what happened with you and Ry, why'd you two break up?"

"It's long and complicated," Will replied, slightly muffled by the blanket surrounding him. He didn't really feel like recounting the whole thing again. He'd done it too many times already and it drained him each time. The guilt and sadness he felt over it all was building up, so talking about it all over again wasn't going to help him much. He just wanted to stay in bed, curled up in a ball, and wait until tomorrow when he'd be able to see Oliver again.

"Did you say the wrong name in bed and have a big fight?" Dale asked, though it sounded more like he was making a statement.

"How much did those little birdies tell you?" Will sighed, realising that Dale had already been filled in about it all.

"Everything," Dale admitted, snatching a loose edge of the blanket so that he could get underneath with Will. The younger boy scowled at him but the redhead just ignored him. "Now now, no need to be like that. I pestered them until they told me everything," he continued before adding, "Now tell me all about what you've been doing with Oliver. The girls gave me nothing," and prodding Will with his fingers.

Will groaned, trying to move away from Dale's jabs. If this was how Dale had gotten the information out of the girls, Will no longer felt that annoyed with them for telling the redhead everything. "Ok stop," he grumbled, uncurling as twisted around and slapped Dale's hands away. "Man, I swear if you were in a room with Colonel Sanders long enough, you'd get the KFC recipe in no time."

"Thanks," Dale grinned before throwing the blanket off the both of them and sitting up properly. "Though I'm pretty sure he's dead."

"Ah well, you know what I mean," Will countered as he begrudgingly sat up to face the redhead sitting on his bed.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, tell me about Oliver," Dale ordered impatiently, getting back to the topic at hand.

Will exhaled deeply, not entirely sure where to start. "What have the girls told you?" he asked, not entirely sure what Dale knew.