Imagine Will
A/N: for delightfullycolorfulcreator
“Alright I got the picnic basket, blanket, and deviled eggs,” Will said, holding up the container filled with boiled eggs, topped with paprika. You stifled a laugh making Will quirk his eyebrow at you.
“Will, I said we were going to a family picnic. You don’t need the basket,” you told him. His lips parted into an ‘O’ shape, watching as you looked in the basket. You awed at his sweetness, staring at the crab salad. Everything in the basket was your favorite foods. “You’re so sweet,” you awed, starting to feel guilty that he went through all this trouble. Will sighed, and you pecked his cheek. Grabbing the blanket off the counter, you nudged your head towards the door, and starting to walk out.
“Well at least I made enough deviled eggs,” he commented, grabbing the container off the counter, and following you out to the car.
“Are you ready to meet the rest of my family?” you questioned, hopping into the passenger side, and buckling up. Will was standing at the back of the car, the trunk door open as he placed the lawn chairs inside. He stopped momentarily to look at you.
“Yes, and no. I mean I’m more worried about meeting your grandfather,” he said, “He means a lot to you, and I really hope he’ll like me.” He closed the trunk, walking over to the driver’s side. You frowned at his words, not wanting him to be nervous.
“He will like you I’m sure of it,” you told him, resting back into your seat as he began to drive. You continued giving him words of encouragement along with prepping him to learn most of your family members names, so he would know before meeting them.
Will sat between your grandfather, and cousin, arms resting on the arm rest, and his calf rested on his knee. You sat across from him, the bonfire in front of you crackling as the sky slowly started to darken. Your grandfather laughed at something Will had said, hitting him on the back while doing so. “I love this kid!” he exclaimed making Will grin like a Cheshire Cat. “Y/N, where’d you find this boy?” he questioned. You smiled at his words, swallowing your drink.
“Music class,” you commented, “You should hear Will’s music, it’s amazing.” Your eyes locked with Will’s, and you swore he was beaming at your words.
“Oh no, I’m not that amazing,” Will shrugged, his cheeks heating up a bit. You shook your head at his modesty. Becoming quiet as you relieved the days events. The family picnic had been chaos. A good kind of chaos. Your family was a random mess. Music blasting loud, children running around, adults dancing everywhere. When your family got together, they sure knew how to throw a party. Will didn’t expect there to be that many people, and it seemed like he spent most of this day meeting every single one of them. He was exhausted, and so where you. About half your family members left, leaving the rest of you to do the traditional bonfire. Something you did after every picnic.
“Why don’t you play something for us,” your grandfather suggested, grabbing his guitar from off the ground, and holding it out to Will.
“Oh no I can’t,” Will said, holding his hands up, and shaking his head. Your grandfather had really taken a liking to Will if he was letting him play his guitar.
“I insist, give it a go,” he said. Will reluctantly grabbed the guitar, and you smiled. Everyone sat on the edge of their seat as Will tuned the guitar a bit. It was quiet for a few seconds until you heard the familiar soft melody. You sat up in your seat, the smile on your face growing as Will started to sing your song. It was the song you had first heard him play, the song you met him to. Some people started to sway to the music, and one of your cousins joined in on the singing. Another started drumming along, knowing the song as well. Yeah, Will was getting along just fine with your family.
