Paper Airplanes

18 years old

Will staggers on the sidewalk as Roy dumps a large boquet of white roses in his arms. Will stares at them and holds them up helplessly.

"What's this?"

Roy rolls his eyes and plants his hands on his waist, "You gotta man up, William! Why don't you try doing something for once? You've been staring at her for the past 9 years!"

"That's an exaggeration," He protests.

"I don't care!" Roy throws his hands up and glares at him, "Now go find her, lover boy, or I'll push this burger up your nose,"

"How much do I owe you for the flowers?" Will asks, hoping to buy more time.

"Got them from the shop, so it's no problem!" Roy waves him off impatiently. "No go, lover boy, or you'll miss her!"

Then he pushes Will off forward. The blond boy nearly stumbles. He looks back and glares at Roy before walking away. He reaches the field where he sees a group of teens his age playing a rough game of soccer. Among them is a short girl wearing a loose shirt and a baseball cap with the worlds 'Football' written across it in bold red letters. 

His annoyance towards Roy instantly melted at the sight of the crass girl with the mud-stained shirt.  His face heats up, and he finds it difficult to continue.

Behind him, Roy is glaring daggers, "Move!" he whispers harshly.

Will gulps and stumbles forward. There's something about that red hair of hers that makes him temporarily acquire the balance and body coordination of a crippled cat whenever she's in the general vicinity.

He steps on the field. From this distance, he can faintly make out the bright green hue of her eyes. 

"Hey! Watch out!"

Just a few more steps. Can he do it?

"Hey! Hey! watch out!"

But it's now or never, isn't it?

"Blondie! Watch out!"

Something round and hard comes flying and hits him squarely on the face. His head spins and he feels himself falling towards the field before everything fades to black.

Will wakes up moments later and finds himself in a pristine white room that smells faintly of antiseptic. He feels something heavy pressed against his stomach. He looks down and sees a head of long red hair lying face down on his stomach. Alice's head is tucked in between her skinny arms. She's sleeping soundly. 

Will is 18 years old, and he realizes that he wants to be with her forever, even if she hits him with a soccer ball everyday.