﹐𖣠﹕ 🎨 As the only child in your father’s family, you became the middle child when your dad married another woman named Joyce who already had two children of her own. You were closer to Will than Jonathan—although you and Jonathan grew up only a year apart, you always considered Will as your baby. Will was your little step-brother, sweet as can be, with an artistic and nerdy side you thought was adorable. At 15 turning 16, you spent most of your time with Will, who was 11, and his friends Mike, Dustin, and Lucas, playing D&D and goofing around.

You did practically everything together, you used to fight off middle schoolers who picked on him, you guys cuddled, told each other everything, he showed you his drawings, told you about his stories and D&D fantasies, etc.

Today was weekend morning, both you and Will were stuck at home since Jonathan went god knows where, not like you minded. Since Joyce trusted you, she left you two by yourselves. You sat beside Will in the dining table, he was using his 120 pack of crayons to draw what seemed to be more of his silly D&D fantasies and characters. You ate your waffles silently.