roommates; solangelo

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Will said he had to go to the car. I simply nodded. I was going to get Naomi and tell her that he was fine. As soon as Will broke off from where we were walking together I let out a broken-sigh. He needed to cry. When it came to things like this, crying would calm him down. If not, for the rest of the day he'd have pent up emotions and images of his childhood overwhelming him.

However, the walk from where he was before Will left, and where Naomi was, was not a long enough walk to cry. Especially not the way he needed to cry. He wasn't exactly sure when that would be, either in his car when he went back home, or in the shower if he stayed over here. Either way, the rest of the day was going to be a mental hell.

Once I got back to the girls, I put on a smile. "Hey," I said, grabbing Naomi's attention as she gathered up the twins, the greeting letting her know where I was so I didn't starle her.

"Oh, hey," She looked around me. "Did you find Will?" She asked.

"Oh, yeah, I did," I said. Play everything off. Just be nonchalant. Don't worry her. "He's just in the car,"

She made a face, but dropped it. She was worried too. I wondered if she knew about what Will was doing. Did he smoke when he still lived with Naomi? She'd have to know about his habit, there's no way she didn't, I could tell by her face.

However, I don't think she wanted to think about it. "Oh, well, Sydney just texted me, so, I think we should get going," She said as she threw her bag over her shoulders.

I nodded. "Yeah, probably," I put my hands in my pockets.

We started walking to the car. I wondered why he went there? I tried not to get too invested into my thoughts, just so I wouldn't upset Naomi too much - which, as this walk went on, the more I was inclined to believe she had an idea as to what he was doing.

Still, no matter how hard I tried pushing the damned thought out of my head- I just couldn't. I couldn't get over it. The way he looked at me, and proceeded to smoke another cigarette. Like he didn't even care. He put cigarettes over him, that was the bottom-line, and I think that's why it hurt so much.

It wasn't because he was smoking- while that did worry me- that wasn't the main reason I was so upset. It was because... because in the end, when it came down to it, he chose to smoke over me, and that hurt like hell.

"Have we decided where to go?" I asked, wanting to break the painful silence that was between us. I say silence, but in all reality, the girls had stopped talking. They were full of pent up energy as they babbled to each other.

"Um, I think Wendy's again," She said. She had to have an idea. Her tone was different. She knew. "Mason just really likes it, and I don't mind it, do you?"

"Not at all," I was a cheap whore for fast food. (Though, McDonalds was better, but apparently that's an unpopular opinion.)

"Okay, I'm pretty sure Will won't have a problem with it either, but I'll ask him,"

I nodded. "How's the game going?"

She gave me a weak smile. "Pretty good, I think they're gonna win," She said. The tension grew more and more as we got closer to the parking lot. Once our feet hit the pavement, the aura became suffocating.

When we got to the car, Will was outside of it, leaning against it, scrolling through his phone. I heard Naomi take a deep breath before putting on a face. A Mask. Jesus, if Will wouldn't for me, couldn't he at least do it for her? He had to know how much it hurt his mother.

"Hey, bub," She said, opening the car. "Wendy's okay?"

He nodded. "Yeah, sounds good," He smiled. He must have not realized she knew, because he acted perfectly fine talking to her. Then, he looked over at me, his eyes holding some emotion- one I didn't care to analyze. Rather he was saying sorry, showing sympathy, or even regret, I didn't care right now. I was so mad.