Solangelo Oneshots

Little Will

Will POV
Someone requested a young Will, so here you go!
Trigger Warning: Transphobia

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That's the last of it. Now I look like a boy. I am a boy. But mom says I'm not. I'm a girl named Willow. I like the color pink. I like dresses and makeup and tiaras and sparkles and cute boys and dolls. I do like some of those things, I guess. Pink is cute, just not the best. Yellow is the best, then green, then red. I like cute boys, but if I'm really a boy, I would like girls. That's what Mom said. I like dolls, I can play doctor with them.
"Boys don't like dresses, Willow." Mom said
"That's fine. I don't like dresses that much anyway." I had replied. She had then proceeded to scold me, saying, 'You're a girl and girls like dresses.' etc.
So that's why I'm cutting my hair. Maybe when she sees I can look like a boy, she'll believe that I am a boy! She won't make me wear dresses anymore, and she'll call me Will!

"WILLOW SOLACE! COME HERE THIS INSTANT!" Oops. Moms sounds mad.
"Yeah?" She looks at me, shocked and angry.
"You cut your hair? Now you can't enter the pageant! I cannot begin to describe how disappointed I am in you! YOU. ARE. A. GIRL."
Now I'm angry. Why won't she listen to me? It's my body. I would know if I was a girl! "NO! I'm a boy! I'm running away!"
She snarls at me, "Fine! Run, no one will want you! Don't come crawling back to me when you're on death's door! You have five minutes to pack your things, and after that, I will never see you again!"
I quickly run down the hall, grab my backpack, and start shoving stuff in. Some clothes, my blanket, some scissors, and my money. I bet she thinks I'll come back, I'll admit defeat. The thought almost makes me laugh. Will Solace does not accept defeat. I go to my bedroom door, but it's locked. Maybe she doesn't want me to leave. The joke's on her. I've made up my mind, I'm going, and no one can stop me. I take out the scissors, cutting away the screen in my window before climbing out, falling gently into a bush. And I run.

"What's your name, young lady?" A kind-looking man asks me.
"My name is Will, and I am a boy. How did you find me?" I've been on my own for about a month now. I walked for a long time. After that, I took a bus with the money I had taken. Now I'm in Ohio, according to the sign I saw yesterday. Lots of...um, creatures have been chasing me.
"Well, Will, you have to come with me. I know where you can be safe from the monsters." My mother told me not to go with strangers, but she also told me to go away, so she's obviously not one to trust. Plus, I have a good feeling about this guy. I like his pants, they're furry, like a dog's legs. So I go with him.

Oh god. I'm so tired. I've been running for hours now with Marvin, who actually is a saytr, and wasn't wearing pants. He says if we get to the top of the hill, we'll be safe. When I finally collapse at the top of the hill, I hear Marvin scream for me to run, but I barely hear him, I'm overlooking a field of strawberries. But I do hear him, so I do as he says. As I get closer, a large, blue house materializes in front of me. I knock on the door, desperate for help, when a man in a wheelchair, suddenly next to me (how did I not notice him before?) speaks.
"Tell me everything, boy."