The Beauty Of Will

13

Taylor's point of view
        Will, Manny and I were sitting in Terence's kitchen with him. He had found us in the park. All three of us were still dressed up and Will and I just had a small row with his dad.
        I would have said it was a bad day, if it hadn't actually been the third best day of my life. At the time, however, it was the best. I had managed to summon all courage that I had, and I kissed Will.
        The moment still lingered in my mind. I could remember the way his soft lips felt against mine, how soft the rest of his face seemed, and how he smelled. I remember how it felt to feel his arms wrap around me and press me to him as the kids deepened and he returned my affection.
        I started smiling to myself at the glorious memory. It seemed to be like something from a fairy tale, and the second I started to 100% believe that it actually happened, it would all fade away into nothingness and I would be left by self in the dark, cold, and crying because it was all just a bitter sweet thought. But that never happened, no matter how much I thought about it. When I finally did let myself believe that It had all actually happened, it only seemed better.
        "It's getting late, we should get you guys home." Terence said. He began to put on a coat and shoes.
        "We can just walk back to the park. Will's car is there anyway and I don't think we should leave it there." I told him. I had other plans than to let Will drop me off at my house, but I wasn't going to tell Terence that. He paused and stared at me.
        "Well, if you insist." He began to take his coat and shoes off again.
        "Thank you for letting us come over. I'll see you later." Terence hugged me and I hugged him back this time.
        Will, Manny, and I left the house and began to walk to the park. On the way, I watched the shadows of trees and bushes and things like that, change as the sun set. The shadows got longer and lighter. they were no longer a black-ish kind of color, as much as lit up with shades of orange, yellow, and pink. In fact, everything was glowing golden with the colors. 
        We reached the park and the three of us climbed into the Durango. Manny in the back and Will and I in the front. Will started the car.
        "So I guess we drop you off at your house then Manny and I go home?" He asked me.
        "You guys could stay the night at my house." I told him. He smiled.
        "Ok. You down with that Manny?"
        "Yeah." Manny replied.
        The three of us then went to my house. We all made the decision to camp out in my room. I let Will and Manny share the bed while I slept on the floor.
        To be honest, I really didn't mind the floor that much. I was too busy thinking about the fact that if I woke up early enough, I would have time to watch the Oak twins sleep. I know it sounds kind of creepy, but as we all know, I like to watch people. I like to see how they talk to each other, how they respond under pressure, and how they act out in public. I don't really get the opportunity to watch people sleep though, and that's something that I really like doing. You can actually learn a lot from a person based on how they sleep.
        Turns out waking up early, actually meant not sleeping at all. I didn't sleep a wink that night. Instead, I watched the twins sleep just like I said I would.
        Will is a restless sleeper. He moved around a lot, and looked tense. . Will also curls up when he sleeps. He brings his knees almost to his chest and crosses his arms over his body. He keeps his hands balled up in fists and laps his dominant arm (his left) crossed over his right, almost as if he's prepared to fight someone if he has to.
        Manny, on the other hand, was the complete opposite. She kept relatively still and slept sprawled out. She seemed perfectly relaxed and happy.
        Will began to stir and grumbled. I watched him curiously and completely forgot that he might not take to kindly to waking up and seeing that I was staring at him. And he didn't.
        He sat up slowly and looked around half asleep. When his eyes fell on me, he let out a small kind of screaming noise and scooted back frantically until his head hit the wall. There was a thud and Will winced then rubbed the back of his head with one hand while crunching his face in pain.
        He looked at me, kind of mad at first but then his expression softened. I imagine it's because my face was burning with embarrassment and I was sure that I was bright red.
        "What the hell was going on?" Will asked, more confused than angry.
         "What do you mean?" I asked in an attempt to fake innocence. It didn't work.
         "You were just sitting there staring at me. Were you watching me sleep?"
        "Maybe." I blushed more.
        "God. I know you like watching people, but this is a whole new level of creepy." He and I just stared at each other.
        I had given him a black t-shirt to wear. He was quite a bit taller than me though so it was a little too small. I had also given him a pair of grey basketball shorts. From this, I was able to conclude that not only does he look better in bright colors, he also looks a lot better in a button up shirt and pants.
        I gave Manny one of my t-shirts too along with a pair of red pajama pants that she had to tie fairly tight. I figured she didn't want to sleep in a dress.
        Will and I just sat there awkwardly staring at eachother. The silence was becoming unbearable. I couldn't stand it any longer.
        "Want some breakfast?" I asked.
        "Sure." Will replied awkwardly.
        "What do you want? We have cereal, I can make pancakes or waffles, there's toast. Take your pick."
        "Cereal's fine, thanks."
        "Ok. Come with me." Will and I made our way to the kitchen. I gave him a bowl and a spoon then told him to pick a cereal while I got the milk out of the fridge. I poured us each a bowl of cereal, then we walked into the living room and watched tv.