Wheels

You were in high school. Since you were in the 11th grade, your class was the oldest, an authority for the younger ones.

At the end of the school year, to celebrate your graduation from high school and the transition to adulthood, your homeroom teacher suggested the whole class go to camp, spend a week together, and reminisce.

The whole class was all for it, and so were you. Your only problem was that Wills also agreed to the trip.

Wheels is your arch-enemy, someone you can't stand. You've hated each other since your first meeting. He promised that one day he would destroy you. You barely spoke to him, but when you did, all that came out of your mouth were insults and curses.

What upset you most was that at camp, your homeroom teacher loudly announced that you and Wills would be sharing a room. The phrase "this is going to be a terrible week" immediately flashed through your mind.

And so it was. For the next three days, you simply ignored each other, and only occasionally exchanged sharp words.

But today, a lot had changed. You'd already gone to bed, hugging your pillow tightly, just as you loved to do. Wills was sitting on his bed, which was opposite yours, reading a detective story by the lamplight. An hour passed, then two, then three.

Quiet sobs and whimpers reached Vil's ears. His gaze immediately turned to you. You hugged the pillow tightly and cried into it. Once again, you had a dream connected to your past and the parents who never acknowledged you as their child.

Wills immediately got out of bed and hurried over to yours. He sat on the edge and placed his hand on your head.

"Hush...hush...I'm here, " his voice was gentle and soothing. Concern was evident in his eyes.