Will looks at the boy in-front of him, he could tell something was wrong. He always knew when something was wrong with him. He studies his face looking for anything, tracing his eyes around his features, ever freckle, every pore in his almost porcelain skin. He was pretty,’ well that’s the understatement of the century’ Will scoffed to himself. Quickly darting his eyes away when Mike slammed his locker shut, something was up. “Mike? Are you okay?” he asks softly, with a caring voice