Reynico: Hidden Love PJO HOO (DISCONTINUED)

Will CH: 18

WHY HELLO MY CHILDREN I AM NOT DEAD! I have been very busy with school and I just moved to a different state. The trouble if making new friends and shi* isn't very fun... 👎 But I am back and I shall write my heart out!

Will
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I've known I was gay since the day of the ice cream boy...
I was 7 years old and every summer, on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays, a boy about 15, running an ice cream cart, went down my street. He was tall and lean, but muscular under his basketball jersey and jeans.
His skin and lips were dark, along with his curly hair under his work hat, but his eyes were blue. A bright electrifying blue that almost seemed to shock you when you looked directly at them.
I never knew his real name, he changed it every day.
They were never realistic names though. It was always something "crazy", like he used to call them.

This boy and I had a bond, that I would like to say could never have been broken.
I was always the first kid on the block he gave ice cream to.
"Willy," he called me. " come to the front of the line. I know you've been waiting ALLL day." Even if the line of kids was long he let me get in front of everyone. He somehow knew that I waited for him on my front porch step hours before he would even get to this neighborhood.
He always handed me my SpongeBob Popsicle with bubblegum eyes (without me asking). he said he always saved one for me even if they were selling out quick. He let me stand next to him as he served the rest of the kids.
When the rest of the block was done, he let me walk to the end of our neighborhood before I had to turn back. We had never talked much. What's a 15 year old need to say to someone whose 7? Not much. But we had a bond that wasn't broken until the day he disappeared.
One Friday the ice cream boy didn't come walking down my street with his big clunky cart and his baseball cap low over his curly hair. Or his jersey flowing softly in the breeze that saved you from getting heat stroke right there and then. He didn't come the next week or the week after, but I waited for hours on end for my ice cream boy to come around the corner playing the little ice cream jingle on his ice cream cart.
But the boy never came back. Even after all those years, during the school year when I go home, I look out my window in hopes of seeing the ice cream boy one last time.

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Is this ok? I was just giving a big of what I feel Wills back story would be. I'll get back on track next chapter, I just wanted a little something different this chapter. Tell me what you thought of it in the comments!
THANKS!
Love you,
Piper😘❤