Your POV:

" Call me.. Will. Short for Wilfred Worfstash, that is. " He said while looking over. Only now did I notice his pink mastash, I didn't judge though, I've had some weird friends before. He continued to look down at me for a second before I say:

" That's a cool name, Wilfred. "

" Thank you! But please, call me Will. " He stated, now smirking.

He looks at something behind me and smile wavered turning into a snear of hate. It lasted a second before he turned back to me and smiled. I smiled back but gave him a confused look.

I turned around and saw... well nothing. Nothing was there except trees and leaves. I looked back at Will but..
he wasn't there, wind blew my hair in my face as I bent down and picked up a letter,

  What the hell? This must be from him. Thanks a lot Will !
Let's see.. ' sorry, I'm too late to- '

* Tunk *

I fell on my side, my ears were ringing. Something, or someone.. hit me? I blacked out.

????? POV:

" how fucking cute.. " I say ending with a chuckle.

A/N

Pardon my french but there will be more cursing, incase you care.

Yes!! I'm back! Sorry it took me so long. * Insert random excuse here * Anyway plz give me ideas, I will take suggestions and maybe ad them to the story. So yeah! Thx fer read'n!!!!