When Will was younger, Jonathan introduced him to plenty of amazing artists and their songs. The Clash, The Cure, David Bowie... He'd listen to them with Jonathan whenever their parents fought. Jonathan would close the door, turn up the music and him, and Will would hang out in his room, blocking out the shouts from Joyce— arguing on the phone with Lonnie because he had forgetton to collect Will for the umpteenth time.

Now that Will was older, he didn't see Lonnie anymore. His father was a distant memory. He was now more focused on the family that was always there for him. Which consisted of not only his mother and brother, but the family he found in his friends. Especially you. You helped him so much, ever since he met you. You helped him when he was being bullied; when he always felt awful about himself; and when he finally started to stop denying his sexuality. He felt like he could never repay you.

That was when he started gifting you cassette tapes.

It started off with just a few general songs that he liked. He'd record them, put them on on of his cassette tapes, and give it to you when he next saw you. Then, he found out what kind of songs you actually liked, and he made tapes of both his songs and your songs. And eventually, you both had mixtapes of each other's music. Everyone thought it was sweet.

"Hey!" Will's feet started running down the corridor on their own when he saw you. He slowed down a bit when he got closer, reaching his arm halfway over his shoulder to open his bag and grab a cassette tape. "I got another mixtape for you; I think you'll like some of the songs on them."