It was a summer night on some sort of beach (lol what), Will and Bayani sat in the sand, watching the sun set against a lovely orange sky. The Kiani sexual tension was so real.
"Will... I have something to tell you." The potato-face whispered.
Will's breath caught in his throat. Their eyes locked.
Bayani leaned in slightly, his upper lip grazing Will's ear.
"I'm only using you for subs."
Jordan stepped back and pushed him into the sand. Will looked down at the ground, tears stinging his eyes. He had known it all along, but had never been able to admit it to himself. He had wanted to believe it wasn't true.
Will watched helplessly as Jordan walked away from him. Once he was eventually out of sight, KiingDong scooped up a handful of sand. He gazed at it, his feeling of despair morphing into one of... determination.
"It's not ogre." He whispered, finally letting the sand fall gently through his fingers.
"It's never ogre."
