Who: Will and Fisher
What: Will confronts his new shadow
Where: First floor boys' bathroom
When: Late morning
Rating: TBD

Ever since the boy had moved in next door, FIsher had been following him around. He wasn't stalking him (well, not entirely), he was just interested. Will was sparkly and cocky, he walked with his head high and his eyes were smokey and shimmery, right out there in public. It was unbelieveable. How could he be so fearless, so bold? He was like a shiny new penny. Fisher couldn't stop watching him. So, he didn't. He followed Will around, ducking behind things and keeping far back, observing him from afar. Everything Will did- how he talked, how he walked, the way he laughed... amazing. It almost scared Fisher how amazing it was.

Will slept late, which was just a testament as to the magnitude of his ego. He didn't care that the sun was up, that daylight was burning and there was homework and unpacking and breakfast to go to. He was going to do what he wanted when he wanted. Fisher had his ear pressed to the wall between their bedrooms when he heard stirrings from the next room. He was waiting to see when Will left his room, and his wish was granted within thew half hour. Peeking out his door, Fisher saw the other man heading toward the bathroom. Slipping out into the hall in his bare feet, Fisher slunk along in the shadows, moving silently into the bathroom. The water was already running, steam from the shower billowing out of the stall. Ducking into one of the toilet stalls, Fisher perched himself up on the back.

And waited.