It was William’s first day at a conversation camp, called True Directions. It wasn’t ideal since his dad, Lonnie, sent him there but then again so did Micheal Wheeler’s dad…who he’ll meet soon.

William was being showed around the site by a new friend—Chance—, eventually entering the bedroom area. ”This is where we sleep, but there’s no inappropriate behaviour allowed.” Chance said firmly, looking down at William with a serious look.

”Inappropriate?” William said softly, furrowing his brows as he glanced down. ”Like swearing?” He asked as he looked up at his friend.

Micheal Wheeler, who was sat on his own bed, smoking, looked up from reading a magazine—who William only imagined he snuck in—and smiled at William’s innocence. ”No inappropriate like fucking.” Micheal said bluntly, taking a drag from his cigarette afterwards as he looks William up and down.