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        Will and I watched movies for a while. Will seemed perfectly satisfied with my response to his previous comment, but I wasn't. I want to tell him that I loved him too, but I just couldn't bring myself to do it.
        "Want something to eat?" Will asked me. 
        "Sure." It came out as more of a question than an answer, but that's just because I was surprised to be ripped from my thoughts with the sudden sound of Will speaking. 
        Will stood up and went into the kitchen and I followed him. He grabbed bowls down out of a cupboard while I grabbed cereal from the pantry and milk from the fridge. I began to pour the cereal into the bowls while Will grabbed some spoons.
        We ate our cereal quietly at the kitchen table. Will place his hand on my knee and butterflies erupted in my stomach as my heart exploded into a fiery oblivion. I rested my hand on top of his and gripped it in mine.
        "Do you like superheroes?" Will asked me out of nowhere. 
        "What?" I asked.
        "Do you like superheroes?"
        "Some. Why?"
       "Which ones do you like?"
       "I like Spider-Man, and the Advengers are pretty cool."
       "I like the X-Men."
       "Isn't that with Wolverine and stuff?"
       "Yeah. I like Kurt Wagner the most though."
       "Who's that?" Will looked at me as if my question was a personal attack on him.
       "He's this really cool X-Men. His skin is indigo and his eyes are solid mustard yellow. He has a tail and only has three fingers and toes on each foot. He can teleport. That's not why I like him though."
        "Why do you like him?" 
        "Because he's just a good person. He hates being a mutant and he hates people being afraid of him, but he's able to stay incredibly positive and he's just so nice to everyone even people who are jerks to him."
        "He sounds pretty cool."
        "I think so." We finished our food in silence. Afterwards, Will forced me to watch the X-Men movies with him.
         After the movies, Will and I got dressed and went down to the park. We layed underneath one of the trees in the soft grass. I stared up at the lime and yellow leaves that settled calmly and delicately above my head. I had my hands folded neatly on my stomach. 
        Will was right next to me and had one arm around me and the other behind his head. He wasn't looking at the sky though. His head was turned to the side and he was happily watching me, I was just pretending I didn't know. 
        "What are thinking about?" He asked me quietly. 
        "This poem I once read." I relpied.
         I didn't know what else to tell him but truth be told, the poem I was talking about always somehow managed to wedge it's way into my thoughts. I would recite it constantly and learn every secret that every individual word held.
        "What poem?" Will asked as he continued to stare at me. I turned and looked at him. We were so close that our noses were almost touching. I smirked at him then turned and looked back at the leaves. Then I began to recite the poem.
        "Is this how it ends?
        We dont know. Anything could happen now.
        But how?
        We've met with a terrible fate, haven't we?
        Will someone be there next to me?
        That rests upon you.
        Will you have someone too?
        I'm not that strong-willed.
        The unknown has left my bones chilled.
        Same, but we can't think about that now.
        For is it time to present the lord with prayer filled bow.
        To late now for death has been leered.
        And so the people of our small world shall know it.
        Eventually everyone will know what we did, we can't change that.
        While others only watched and sat.
        They're cowards, too afraid to face whatever is ahead of them. 
        While we grip onto the fabric of bravery and strength and keep holding of it's hem.
        They say they will join, but flee at the mention of danger. 
        While we give out lives to the father of the baby who once lied in a manger.
        Although, we weren't much better.
        I only wish I could have sent my love a letter.
        We all wish to hear from them, we are all quite close. 
        For true love only comes in one healthy dose.
        Out of all of us, you might be the luckiest as you have someone to write to.
        But if you look deep enough and search far enough you'll find that so do you.
        I wish that was true, but things don't seem to work like that to me.
        I supose it takes more than two eyes to truly see.
        Easy for you to say, you can actually see what's in front of you.
        But I think you've forgotten, I came into this world blind too.
        Everyone is blind to something at some point, mine is literal." I finished and stayed quiet as Will continued to stare at me.
        "You say you read that once?" He asked.
        "Yup."
        "And you memorized it?"
        "Yup."
        "What does it mean?" I chucked at his question. 
        "That's one of my favorite things about poetry, the same poem can have 1,000 different meanings. Poems mean something different to every person."
       "Well what does that one mean to you?"
        "That the world won't end with a catastrophic event or anything, that it will actually end calmly, and all we can do is face it and ask ourselves if we were cowards or if we were brave."
        "Why do you like that poem so much?"
        "Because it helps me remember that I want to be able to say yes to that question when death does come searching for me."
        "I don't know how you did it but you managed to make yourself seem ultimately more beautiful." 
        I started blushing but turned and smiled at Will none the less. He smiled his attractive smile at me and I felt myself blush even more as my smiled grew even wider if such a thing is even possible. Will leaned in closer and kissed me.
        The world around me seemed to freeze completely. If it wasn't for the fact that I could hear the leaves above me rustle as wind blew through them, I would have thought that time actually had frozen, and I was disappointed to know that I would not get to lie there for eternity basking in the shady sunlight, in the soft grass, kissing Will.
        Leaves blew down and kisses my face with a plastic-like feel. Will and I had to break apart slightly because I couldn't help but smile against Will's lips. I felt myself smile too as Will and I layed there with our foreheads against one another's. For that small moment everything seemed absolutely perfect, but like I said, it was a small moment.
        I heard muffled footsteps that grew louder as they crunched through the grass towards Will and I. Will and I sat up and stared at the two boys that now stood before us. I saw the look on there faces and quickly registered that they were there to hurt Will and I.
        I stood up quickly and prepared myself to fight if it came down to it. Will stood up just as quickly and prepared himself to fight along side of me.