What If Three Days Meant Forever?

First Date... again

Will POV

"Wait... I don't understand. What's going on? Why did you just... You kissed me!"

"Well, yes. Of course I did. Our parents were setting us up and-"

"You kissed me!"

"Yes. We've established this. And I would do it again if I had to. I like you, Will. I like you a lot."

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*EARLIER THAT DAY*
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"I really think you should get ready early, Will." Mom insists. We're sitting at the table at another breakfast as she walks around gathering different things. "Your date with Holly is in," She looks at the clock, "four hours from now!" The clock reads 10:37.

"Four hours is a lot of time, Mom." I say annoyed.

"I know, but you want to look presentable for your first date!" I roll my eyes. "And Will, please understand, I'm not doing this to spite you or hurt you. I wouldn't have suggested Holly if I didn't think you two would go well together."

"How would you know if we'd go well together?"

"Well, you're my son."

"You don't really know me though, Mom." I say sort of sheepishly. She pauses in her fluid motions and holds a regal looking candle that reminds me of Lumiere a few inches above the center of the table. I suddenly want to shrink away as I notice I just said that in front of everyone. "Mom, I'm sorry-"

"No no, I suppose you're right." She says hastily. She plunges the candle down onto the table sort of harshly before straightening her posture and plastering on a smile. "But you know, that's what the family picnic will be for!"

"Okay, Mom." I say lightly.

I'm actually really excited about the date. It'll give me a chance to talk to Holly about the situation and maybe get some closure on hers.

After I finish eating, I go upstairs to my room with my mom yelling from the table, "Take a shower and fix your hair!"

Once in my room, I grab a couple towels from the closet and walk into the bathroom to get ready for my morning shower, which is something I rarely do. I honestly prefer them at night to wash off all of the hardships of the day. Morning showers sort of make me drowsy.

While waiting for the water to warm up, I do a little double take as I pass the mirror. Maybe I do need to fix my hair, I think as I thread my fingers through the unruly mess on my head (or as Nico would say, mop).

I take notice of the fading scar just below my collar bone. It's just about gone now and you'd really need to be looking for it to find. It's a jagged white line going down to the center of my chest. My mom used to say the cause of it was the first signs that I would become some sort of doctor.

I'd always been interested in those surgery shows that would be on once in a while in the electronic stores. So interested in fact that I tried to replicate it.

On myself.

I don't even remember the type of surgery it was, but I know there was supposed to be an incision right above the eyebrow. So, I found a knife in one of the kitchen drawers and attempted to cut into my face and I accidentally dropped the knife and cut my chest.

The doctors said I was lucky I didn't break my collar bone since it was such a heavy knife. From then on, all sharp objects were put away in hiding.

I begin to notice the steam clouding the air in the bathroom and shake my head before jumping into the shower. The water is warm and comforting as it slides down my body. Gods, it feels like I haven't had a shower like this in years, which I probably haven't.