A/N: Thanks to everyone who read the first chapter. Enjoy
Will POV
Will sat at one the many tables in Columbia's library. He sniffed his hand subconsciously which, ever since he had come from marine biology, seemed to smell like saltwater and fish. He shook his head and went back to reading a 30 page article for his environmental science program. He sighed and looked out the window. A little girl, probably five, was crying near the curb as her ice cream cone fell from her hands onto the warm concrete and rolled down the sidewalk. He watched as an older man picked her up and whispered something in her ear, causing her to smile. He remembered Jonah. He enjoyed spending time with him. In fact, he was surprised when Ronnie thanked him for it last night. He wanted to be there, not because he felt obligated to, but because Jonah was a good kid and he knew that Jonah was one of the hardest things Ronnie had to deal with after the loss of her father. As long as he knew it was helping them both, he would continue to do it. He glanced up at the clock on the far wall of the library. It was almost 4:30. He grabbed his stuff and headed out the door.
Will walked down the long corridor and found the room he was looking for. He peeked through the little square window and saw her sitting down at the piano, writing fiercely on some sheet music. He quietly pushed the door open, walked over to her, and put both of his hands over her eyes. She smiled.
"Whoever you are, I'd like my muffin please."
He laughed." So you can smell the muffin from over here, but you can't tell who it is?"
She thought for a moment." Yup, pretty much." He grinned and bent down to kiss her. He then handed her the coffee and muffins he picked up on his way there. She bit into it hungrily and sighed.
"So what are you doing there?" he asked, gesturing to the piano.
"I'm just jotting down some notes. It's funny, they just came into my head….last night." she said softly.
Will looked at her."What happened?" She just shrugged but he knew that whatever it was, it was definitely bothering her.
"It was just Jonah…."she trailed off. He scooted closer to her on the bench and put his hand over hers. She continued."What if he just never gets over this and he…..he's never genuinely happy again? He just never accepts it and he's depressed all the time. I don't want him to miss out on life because of this and I don't think my father would have either."
Will's heart ached. He hated seeing her like this, so lost and in pain. She was never this vulnerable. He put his finger under her chin and held her face up to look at him. "Ronnie, give him some time. You've done everything you can. All you can do now is continue to be the best sister you can be. Okay?"
Ronnie sighed. "Yeah, you're right."
"Of course I am. I'm always right"
"Uh-huh. Sure. I bet you didn't know what you were getting yourself into last summer, huh?"She inquired.
"No, I didn't. Now I'm stuck with you."
"Shut up." He laughed and put his arms around her. She rested her head on his chest and took in his…weird smell. She wrinkled her nose and looked up at him.
"You smell funny." She said.
"Oh, I'm sorry. I had a marine biology lab today."
"Yeah, I'm sorry, too." She laughed.
They sat there in comfortable silence for a few minutes before she spoke."So, are you going to let me practice or what?"
"Oh, so you're already kicking me out?" he asked.
"Well, I have to. I need to practice, and since you plan on kidnapping me tomorrow, I should go over the rest of these songs."
He pouted his terrible pout. "So I bring you coffee and I don't even get a 'thank you'."
She smiled and pulled his face to hers. "Thank you" she said giving him a peck.
"You know, I took time out of my studying to come see you." She giggled and kissed him again.
"It was also a pretty long drive-"
"Okay, now you're pushing it." She chimed in. Will laughed.
"Alright, I'm sorry. But I still have you all to myself tomorrow, right?"
"Absolutely. Now go take a shower." Will chuckled. "Okay." He got up, grabbed his stuff, and kissed Ronnie's forehead. As he headed to the door, he turned around and looked at her. She went back to writing on the sheet music. Her hair was up in a messy bun on top of her head and her cheeks were flushed. God, she's beautiful, he thought. She turned around and caught him staring.
"What?" she asked.
"Nothing. I love you, you know."
She smiled at him. "Yeah, I know. But not as much as I love you."
With that he was out the door.
A/N: Thanks for reading.
