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GENE SNORTS, SHAKING HIS HEAD IN DISBELIEF. Out of their tight knit friendship, Gene thought William was the smartest out of all of them, but he guessed he was wrong about that now.
"You really think Y/N gonna like that big ass future you want?" William rolls his eyes meekly, sitting further back in his seat on the couch. The two were sitting in William's basement, a basement his momma let him turn into a hang out area for his friends.
It wasn't large, but it was big enough to hold a couch, boxes of records, and a small freezer for the drinks. The walls were pure cement, nothing else but grey. William had gotten some rugs and placed them on the ground so it wasn't that cold to walk on the cement ground, not caring about the mix and match colors in them, or the fact each one of them had a different patterns. There was only one couch, the rest had chairs from wooden and plastic ones that his momma didn't want upstairs to ruin her interior design. Including their old coffee table that looked to be on its last legs in the middle of it all, nails showing and popping out of the wood from the amount of weight was pushed on it from the boys rough housing days.
"Yeah I do think she would. She may not want it now but she will when she realizes the world don't work the way she wants it," William argues back at Gene's point. It's a fair one to make, but once you grow up you'll see what William can give you and marry him. He'll buy a house in town to stay near family, so that they could see ya'lls kids whenever they wanted.
It sounded like the dream, for William.
"We still talkin' 'bout the girl who thinks women will be able to vote and live equal to us men right?" Gene scoffs at the eager boy. He might not like you but at least he can face the truth of who you were. You are a little girl still stuck in her imagination, thinking that heroes were still a thing right next to Santa Claus.
"Shut up, at least I got a relationship with her and we ain't just fucking," William remarks while bringing the lit cigarette to his lips.
Gene shrugs, a smug smirk plastering on his big face. "At least I'm gettin' some from a girl that ain't cheatin' on me."
"Shut the fuck up Gene, Y/N ain't cheatin' on me with Arvin fucking Russell. She told me," the boy snaps at his friend, his finger tightening up around the cigarette he took out of his mouth.
The other just raises his brows, not fazed by the outburst. "Oh yeah she told ya'. As if she never lied to you before. Right didn't she lie to you 'bout that other boy she hanged out with last year? What what his name again? Joel-"
William stood up, chest heaving as he snarled, "Joel wasn't doin' that shit with her because he was a fucking fag remember. Always glancing at us in the goddamn locker room like the freak he is."
Gene only shrug nonchalantly, "That was just a rumor in the town, it was never confirmed." William shakes his head as he started to pace, running his hands through his hair out of the stress Gene was starting to pile on his shoulders. He shouldn't believe the boy, he should believe his girl when it came to his girl. But that itch in the back of his head was starting to get out of control.
