Hey guys. Some important stuff at the bottom so make sure you read that. But first, enjoy Will's therapy session.

'I know you witnessed something traumatic, Will. But it is a perfectly natural thing...' Will cut the therapist off, 'I'm aware of how natural it is but it doesn't mean that I wanted to see it.' The therapist rubbed his eyes and sighed, 'Will, if I'm going to be honest with you; you're over-reacting. The incident happened a month ago and from what your mother tells me; you haven't spoken to either of them since then.' Will blinked and stared at the floor, 'I just cannot get it out of my head. I mean, I was only gone for thirty minutes.' Will rubbed his temples and lay back into his chair.

'Will, sooner or later, you're going to have to face them again. And you cannot do what you did last time.' The therapist and Will cringed at the memory, 'Yeah, that was weird.' Will sighed, 'It's just where it happened that pisses me off.' Will sighed and closed his eyes, and took himself back one month.

One Month Earlier

'Are you sure you don't need anything?' Will asked his sister for the 5th time. Eleven huffed, 'No, Will. I don't need anything. I'll be fine.' Will knew when she spoke in short sentences that she wasn't to be bothered. Will nodded and left the house for his art class which was due to start in an hour. He figured he'd grab a cup of coffee beforehand and check over his work.

Will sat down in the café and, while waiting for his coffee, opened his bag and looked for his work. Will was very proud of it; it had taken him two weeks, 70 coloured pencils and four sleepless nights. While Will wondered whether he would get extra credit for it; he was also wondering where the fuck it was. He smacked his head as he remembered that he left it on the kitchen table.

He rushed out of the café and ran back to his house. He walked in, glancing at his watch, hoping he'd have enough time to make it to class. Unfortunately for Will, he was so distracted; he didn't notice the clothes strewn about the place or hear the moans coming from the kitchen until it was too late. Will froze as his eyes began to burn at the sight. He was going to throw up.

On the kitchen table from top to bottom was; El, Mike and Will's prize artwork. Will closed his eyes and desperately tried to get El's butt and Mike's nuts out of his brain. The worse thing was; the young couple screwing each other were so into it that they didn't notice Will had came in, until Mike finished. The events that followed after consisted of El screaming, Will throwing up and Mike attempting to jump out of the window.

Back to the present

Will opened his eyes and stared at the therapist. 'Are you mad that they were having sex or that your artwork got ruined?' The therapist asked. Will looked at him, 'I don't know.' The therapist groaned, I don't know how much longer I can do this for.

So guys. I've been very sick the past week and I haven't really been able to write much for this story. I'm afraid the smut for this chapter will not be uploaded until after my holiday. Sorry

Secondly, I am going on holiday next week so my Three story will not be updated.

Thirdly, the next couple of chapters will be people walking in on Mike and Eleven.

Other than that

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