Who: Fisher and Will
What: Hanging out and first kisses
When: Afternoon
Where: Fisher's room
Rating: PG 13

Fisher had cleaned his room about fourteen times before Will he was going to barge in. This, of course, freaked him out even more. What if Will saw his books on the shelf out of order and thought he was completely useless? What if there was a sock under the bed and Will thought he was gross? Or what if the bed wasn't made right and then Will thought Fisher didn't know how to clean up after himself? Or worse, what if he thought that someone had been in that bed other than Fisher himself? He could think of a hundred thousand ways that Will was going to stop wanting to talk to him, so when the knock came on the door he almost jumped out of his skin. "O-okay," he stammered, taking a breath and then opening the door. "Um, h-hi, um.... s-sorry it's mesy, but... you came over and I wasn't ready, and..." Trailing off, Fisher bit his bottom lip and stepped aside to let Will enter his impeccably spotless bedroom.