The Thief and The Prince (a WilLiam fan fiction)

Old Friends

~Will's POV~

"Yeah, it's the one and only Will Kiing, Bayani." I told him. He just looked at me for a moment before he pulled the door all the way open and stepped aside. "Come in." Is all he said and Scott and I walked in. As soon as we were inside, Bayani closed and locked the door. He turned back to us and it was silent for a while, until he spoke up. "So what are you guys doing here? Usually Graser handles this section of town." I looked over at Scott and he rubbed the back of his neck. I looked back at Bayani and answered him. "Well, we had a bit of an incident... and..." as soon as I said that, he immediately straightened up and looked at us concerned. "What happened, are you two alright? How's Graser? Is he okay?" I quickly answered him before he could ask anymore questions. "Okay, first of all, not so many questions. Okay? And don't worry, Graser is okay, he's just fine. But it's kinda Scott that you need to be worried about..." I mumbled the last part but I knew he heard me. He immediately looked over at Scott and Scott looked down at the ground.

"What happened?" Is all he asked. I took a deep breath and began to explain. "We were walking down the road and Strab recognized Scott," as soon as I mentioned Strab, Bayani's expression got more worried. Almost everyone we know, knows how much Strab hates Scott and I. "After Graser and I hid, Strab kind of got... well... aggressive." I finished. As soon as I had said that, Bayani asked. "Aggressive? What do you mean aggressive? Will, what did he do?" He sounded nervous at what I would say. I stepped closer to Scott and gently held his hand as I pulled down his sleeve to reveal the bruises. "I mean... aggressive like this." I said as I looked back up at Bayani.  His face was twisted in anger while his eyes were full of shock. "Are you kidding me?... I ..." He couldn't even finish his sentence. "He has more on his chest and back." I told him as I pulled Scott's sleeve back down. Bayani looked like he wanted to punch someone; most likely Strab. "What did he even do?" He asked. "He pushed him into a stack of barrels." I explained. He looked at Scott with worry. "Shouldn't you be at home then, or at the very least at the hideout?" He asked. We don't tell everyone we know about Harmony Hollow. Only our close friends know about it. Although we aren't that close to Bayani anymore, at the time we were so we told him. "That's what I told him," I started. "I tried to take him back to Harmony Hollow, but he said that he was fine." I explained.

"But I am fine," Said Scott. "Scott, you were limping earlier and still are." I told him. He looked down as Bayani looked at him in shock. "Scott... ya know what, you can go lay down in my room until you guys have to go." He said. "Oh, I don't need to-." I cut him off. "Yes you do now shut your mouth and go lay down." I told him and he chuckled before Bayani helped him to the back of the shop. You couldn't tell on the outside, but the shop doubled as a house. I looked around the workspace and saw multiple chairs, tables, nick-nacks and carvings all over. I was admiring the carvings, when I heard a door close and Bayani came out from behind the corner. "He's laying down. You can get him when you're ready to leave." He said. I nodded. It was an awkward silence. We just stood there looking at each other. "So..." he started. "How's it goin." He said awkwardly. "Well, I'm a wanted man, so its going not the best." I told him. "Oh, yeah." And then it went silent again. "After almost three years and we still can't talk to each other. Let alone see each other. Even though all we've been through." I told him. "Well, can you blame me for not wanting to be seen with a wanted man?" "No, but I thought you would at least want to see your friend."I told him. "Dude are we even still friends?" "I don't know, we haven't talked in so long. Let alone seen each other." "Yeah, well sorry for not wanting to be caught by Parker and arrested, just for talking to you." He said and it was silent again. "Look man," he started. "I'm sorry. It's just... Ya know how I fell about this whole thieving gig. And..." He didn't finish what he was saying so I finished for him. "And that's why you don't help us anymore."