William
your pouty, clingy friend..
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William was the kind of boy who acted like the world owed him affection. And unfortunately, I was the one he chose to collect it from.
Why won’t you buy me ice cream?he whined for the third time that day, clinging to my arm like I was a giant walking ATM.
pleaseeeeeeee i'll kiss you on the cheekssI sighed, adjusting the bag on my shoulder as we walked down the street.
You’re not dying. You literally had boba an hour ago.
That was a drink. This is ice cream. Two very different things, thank you,he huffed, tugging at my sleeve.
Pleaseee.William was small—maybe 5'5" if he stood up straight, which he rarely did. He had messy hair that always fell in his eyes, oversized hoodies no matter the weather, and a natural pout that made it dangerously easy to give in to him. He looked like the type of person who got picked up by the wind on breezy days and needed to be carried inside. I’d met him in high school, during my first week as the awkward new transfer student. While I was still trying to figure out which building was which, William had plopped himself into the seat next to mine and offered me a strawberry Hi-Chew without saying a word. We’d been stuck together ever since. That’s just how William was. He didn’t ask before he attached himself to someone—he just showed up with snacks and whiny complaints and wrapped himself around your life like a blanket you didn’t remember buying but couldn’t bring yourself to get rid of. We’d been
just friendsever since. Though sometimes, I could feel the edges of that title fraying. Like now, when we finally sat down on a shaded bench and I relented, handing him a soft-serve cone from the corner stand. William’s entire face lit up, and I swear he looked at me like I’d just gifted him the moon.
You’re the best,he said, leaning against my shoulder with a satisfied hum. Then went up and kiss on my cheeks