Will never got the attention he desired from Laughing Jack, he adored him and no one knew why. Everyone says Laughing Jack killed him, but why would Will adore him for that... you wanted to ask him. He was clinging to the couch in the living room, he was a special type of something. You sat by him and he looked at you with excited, blue, sparkling eyes. "Hi, (Y/N)!" he practically yelled. You twitched your eye a bit, then smiled back. "Hello, Will! I wanted to ask you a question." "Go ahead." He said and sat by you, hands in lap and smiling politely. That escalated quickly. "Why do you like Laughing Jack so much?" He smiled wider, adorable. "A-Are you kidding? He's awesome! He was my first friend ever, too!" The facts don't lie, L.J. did kill Will, Isaac. You just nodded in response, didn't want to bring him down. "Is he nice to you?" He thought about that. "He thinks I'm annoying." he shrugged it off. "Frankie thinks I'm gay." "Fuck what Frankie says." His eyes widen a bit. You sometimes hated Frankie, he had a bitch-attitude. "I didn't know you cursed..." "Does that-" He was innocent, or he acted anyway... so... "Nevermind." "Frankie's cool, too." "How can you like that snob?" "Y-You take that back!" He growled and tackled you to the couch. You sighed, you were going to apologize and swallow your words, until he leaned closer and nuzzled your neck. You started to blush, you didn't expect that to happen... "W-Will?" He chuckled and picked up his hatchet. "What? Surprised?" he whispered and started kissing your neck. your blush darkened, you liked it, but, you pushed him away gently. He smiled and hugged you. "You're so cute, (Y/N). I could never stay mad at you."