buckle up we are in for a long one here.
just a teensy tiny bit ooc because idk if will likes green tea but i sure as hell do so im making him drink it.
it's saturday night, 8 pm. mack and will should be watching a movie right now but they are not. now will is all alone is their shared apartment, doom scrolling on tiktok.
"where the fuck is he??" will thinks to himself. he recalls the conversation they had earlier.
macklin comes out of his bedroom, freshly showered and dressed nicely, but still casual. he looks a bit.. nervous? will cant quite put his finger on it. "where are YOU going at.." will checks the time on his phone "...5 pm?? why do you look so nice??"
mack looks a bit taken aback. "i-i just need to go run some errands... yeah yeah... errands..." he mumbles out before stumbling to the door and slipping on his shoes. "s-see you in a bit willy!" the door shuts loudly.
"what the hell??" will mumbles out. he clicks his phone off and tosses on the coffee table before standing up and walking to the kitchen. "stupid fucking macklin... always running away... what the fuck even is his problem??" will thinks as he makes himself a cup of green tea with honey and a tiny amount of ice. he picks up the mug, walks back over to the coffee table and sets it down (with a coaster under it of course).
will cant help but feel a pang of sadness. "why am i like this.." he whispers while rubbing his hands over his face. just before he sits down, he walks over to macks room, him hand hovering over the handle. fuck it. will walks in and strips his shirt. he throws it god knows where.
william walks over to macks closet and rummages around before taking out a shirts with the sharks logo on it. he glances at himself in the mirror right next to the closet. will sighs deeply before pulling the shirt over his head.
mack. mack mack mack mack mack. is all will can think. he bunches the shirt up at the neckline to get a good smell of it. will lets out a tiny whimper. wait. what the fuck?? will unclenches the shirt before walking out of macks room and slamming the door behind him.
he goes to sit back down at the couch and curls up with a blanket and his tea. why does will feel like crying? he cant possibly miss mack that much. like honestly its pathetic, right. right?
will picks up his phone and starts to scroll more. nothing is interesting. not even all the hockey highlights. until he comes across an edit. an edit of mack. oh. will is mesmerized by the way macks hair swings in his face, and the way his beautiful green eyes stare into his soul. "fuck."
will clicks his phone off and tosses it aside right after checking the time. 9:30 pm. he places his tea right back on its coaster before snuggling up with the blanket (its macks, he leaves it in the living room all the time). will quickly dozes off and dreams about macks quirky smile.
will awakes to the sound of a door slamming. his half awake mind quickly thinks "oh shit, intruder!" until he realizes its just mack. mack in a capitals hoodie. mack in a capitals hoodie that has LEONARD spread across the back with an equally huge 9. will observes that when mack bends down to take his shoes off. he totally also doesn't look at macks ass in his 6 inch inseam shorts. slut.
"mack where the fuck have you been??" will rubs his eyes. "wait WHY ARE YOU WEARING LENOS HOODIE?? WHAT THE FUCK??" will exclaims as he jumps up.
part 1 freaks gotta keep yall waiting for more. which will be soon. 😇
controversial sid fact. i don't like tea of any kind
i enjoyed this, very fun read :3 i would offer up more to say but my brain is so fried rn 💔