A/N: All of Will's narrations and internal monologues will be in italics (excluding, ofcourse, this note).
Someday just reached 3k reads the day after last, and I just wanna thank everyone who has read, voted and commented on this story, especially those who still are. Anything I write becomes a horcrux (yeah, very dorky Arcci), it takes a part of me that will forever live on these pages. I'm just grateful that you care enough to read them.
Thanks!
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I wonder where he is. I haven’t seen him all yesterday. He better not be crying again. I’m all out of jokes.
“Uhm hello. Are you there?” That’s him… Bobby.
I can see half his head floating above the fence. When did he grow so tall?
“I’m on Momma’s stool.”
Oh
I asked him to wait while I run to daddy’s shed and drag an old box out. He had all this half-finished projects that mommy called junk. I think they’re REALLY cool, but I don’t tell mommy that.
After positioning my box in front of his floating head, I carefully step on top of the box. It was a bit wobbly at first but I held on to the fence for balance. As soon as I was on top, I asked, “Where were you?”
Oops! I should not have blurted that out.
“Here,” he whispered as he held out his hand to give me a piece of colored paper. Scribbled on it are the letters I, O and U.
Huh?
“What is it? Is this something they do where he’s from?
“It’s proof. It means I owe you.”
“For?”
“Uh the jokes?”
“Oh that.”
He’s funny. I didn’t know you have to pay people who made you laugh.
“You can use it whenever you like.”
“I’ll use it now.” I said, excited.
“Uh, okay. What do you want me to do?”
“You're done crying now, right?”
“I wasn't crying.”
“Okay, Pinocchio”
“I wasn't”
“Mmmhm. Geppetto says he wants his son’s nose back”
“Are you still gonna use it?
He wasn’t really asking because he tried to yank the paper from my hand as he said it. Too bad for him, my reflexes are faster. Daddy taught me football last year.
“Yes,” I insisted. “No take backs!”
“Okay! Okay, sorry. What do you want me to do?”
I paused for a second, and looked at him, just to check if he was listening.
“Be happy.”
“What?”
That’s not too weird, right?
“Be happy.”
“You want me to be happy? You know you can ask for anything like do cartwheels or give you my legos or make me poke the beehive in your yard, right?”
“Okay, if you'd rather run after be-”
I was just teasing, but he abruptly cut me off with his answer.
“No! I'll do it!”
“Let's shake on it.”
“Huh?”
He looked confused for a moment until I reached over the fence and held out my hand.
“That's what daddy does.”
He smiled. Hey, I like his smile too.
“Promise?”
“Promise.”