For @syd15, who asked for some Angie/Will.
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“Hey, Angie?” Will whispered, close to her ear.
“Yes?”
“Do you think we’ve hidden too well?”
It was a valid question. She hadn’t heard a peep from either Sophie or Graham since both she and Will had awkwardly ended up in the same place after hide and seek panic had led them both to be crammed underneath Will’s bed, shoulder-to-shoulder, staring up the slats holding up Will’s super expensive mattress.
(His mattress looking amazing to sleep on, like it would almost certainly cure the weird knots that Angie carried around in her shoulders from picking Graham up all the time. Angie had spent a silent but substantial amount of time they’d been stuck under here trying to figure out how to ask Will if she could crash in his bed sometimes. But in, like, a platonic way.)
“Probably,” Angie said, and rolled herself as much as she could in the limited space. She ended up partially on her side, facing Will in the dim light. “Do you think they’re even still looking for us?”
“I give it a 50-50 chance.”
Will shuffled himself around a bit to face her as well. His shoulders were broader than her, so it was a tighter fit.
And whoa buddy, it just got a whole lot warmer in here - Will’s face was close to her own, and she could feel his breath on her skin as he shifted about, and suddenly Angie’s whole body was a terrifying mess of a lot of things she should definitely not be feeling. Shit. Shit shit shit!
Angie’s breath caught and held, and she froze, staring awkwardly at Will.
“Uh. Angie. Are you okay?” Will whispered.
Breath, D’Amato. “No. Yes. Yup! Nope. I’m fine!”
She could see Will frowning in the darkness. “What are you -”
“Nooooope, not doing this!” Angie said, and rolled herself right out of that hormonal, sexual-tension-laden trap, out from underneath Will’s seductively amazing bed and back into the harsh daylight and the reality of Angie’s actual, real, sad single parent life.
“GOT YOU,” Graham yelped above her head, pointing down. “I told you, Sophie!”
“Yeah, kid,” Angie said, and tried to smile. “You sure got me.”
