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what your muse’s name is in mine’s phone: BABY WILL 👶what your muse’s picture is in mine’s phone:

what your muse’s ringtone is in mine’s phone: that’s my best friend by tokyo vanity knaskfnsdmy muse’s last text to your muse: [ OUTGOING MESSAGE: BABY WILL 👶 ] Will should I eat this gummy worm I found under the couch?[ OUTGOING MESSAGE: BABY WILL 👶 ] TOO LATE [ OUTGOING MESSAGE: BABY WILL 👶 ] Don’t forget to lie about me in my eulogy

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It wasn’t the first time Phoenix had burst into the clinic. He came by to try and convince Will or his father to stitch him up for free. (It worked most of the time.) Or he’d come by and try to steal Will away to have lunch or participate in whatever plan he thought he could talk the other boy into. It was, however, the first time he’d done so following their fight. Best friends argued. Best friends fought. Sometimes, best friends threw punches. Those friends weren’t Phoenix and Will. This was the first time something like this had happened and it was difficult to try and figure out.

Running up to the counter, he slammed his hands on the counter. The receptionist looked less than impressed. “I need to see baby Will,” he announced, only to be told Will was going to be seeing patients instead of guests. Groaning loudly, he grabbed the stapler which was on the counter. Cursing softly in anticipation, he stuck his thumb into the stapler and slammed it down.

“Fuck fuck fuck.” It had worked. There was a staple going through his thumb now. “Now, I am a patient who needs to see baby Will. There were drops of blood beading up on the nail. “Preferably soon because that... actually really hurt.”

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He had spent far too much of his night looking for his friends. Phoenix doubted -- no, he knew -- they wouldn’t want to speak with him. They had every right not to. With Will, he knew he’d said exactly that! But when he caught sight of Will on top of a table, he figured it was time he needed to cut the bullshit and actually try to approach his friend. Pushing through people who were somehow enjoying the Kelly Clarkson song this cheerleader who had a crush on him in high school was screeching, he got to the table and looked up at Will. “Dude! What the fuck are you doing? Get down! Jesus Christ!”