Will had maybe fallen a little in love, had fallen in love with a girl who was a... Fucking bombshell. Yeah, that was the only way to explain it. That girl was you. And yeah, he knew you knew what you were doing with your mind. He'd seen you once just being you with your band, you looked so...

—"Oh know, that girl, she's lookin' so fine."

William had said the first time he'd seen you, with his friends. Yeah, you were fine, you were cool, and you were definitely something explosive. Having a rebellious appearance, shining on a simple stage in a silly bar where definitely someone your age shouldn't have entered.

Anyway, everything had been normal until you started driving him mad. Crazy. You'd just flirt with him, give him little smiles, give him kisses on the cheek, and then... You'd leave him wanting more. You were so flirtatious sometimes. You couldn't leave the poor boy alone. He couldn't run, he couldn't hide, you were everywhere he saw it. You were doing it wrong. You were his hot love. You definitely were. And the worst part? He seemed to love you and suffer at the same time. It honestly made him feel pathetic.

This time, you were with him, together. Alone. Where were you? Well, let's just say... Well, you were just casually together in your room. You had your place to yourself, so you took advantage and wanted to have a "friendly get-together" with Will. And he, of course, accepted. Anyway, now you're with your arms wrapped around his neck, smiling at him silly and being tempting as always.

—"Think I'll go mad, yeah..."

He murmured, his eyes fixed on yours, letting out a chuckle. His hands on your hips.