Deep, Dark, Pain
The following story contains scenes with Strong Sexual Content, Nudity, Course Language, and Violence. This is my first time writing a story, so keep in mind that I'm just an Amateur.
Reader Discretion is advised.
Prologue
"Will Truman, I hate you!" Jack said as he ran into Will's room and immediately stood there with his hands on his hips. He looked at Will, squinting his eyes like he always does in order to make himself look more sexier and mad at the same time. Or so he thinks.
"What'd I do now? Forget to put the toilet seat back down for the royal princess of Manhattan?" Will laughed and smiled.
"I thought you said you were mad at me, and that you weren't going to talk to me ever again, because I didn't take you to see your precious "Hairspray on Broadway" two weeks ago."
" Well, that was before I was…." Jack stopped for a minute, said something under his breath, and walked out into the living room.