Will sat in his room trying to concentrate on his math homework. He hated math and didn't know why it was so important. Apparently someone at the school had complained that the students weren't being taught 'practical' courses. Practical? Really? How was mad science practical? None of the things they were taught were technically practical. But now history, English, and math were all online take home courses with horrendous amounts of homework. The only good thing about it was that there was no due date. All the assignments were due at the end of the semester. This gave Will ample time to slack with them.

Currently he was working on rates and ratios.

His poor calculator was going to be fried by the end of the semester from doing all the work. The person who graded the submitted assignments encouraged the students taking the class to do the work by hand. But she was never going to see it, so Will felt completely comfortable using the calculator. It gave him the exact answer in a matter of seconds. If he tried to work it out it would take ages and he'd still be on the first assignment.

"Will dinner." His mom called from downstairs. "Coming." He yelled shutting the lid on his laptop. He bolted down the stairs. He suddenly realized he was starving. All he'd had to eat all day was a cinnamon bun. Which was unusual for him, he usually snacked all day long. 'I just must have been busy thinking.' Will thought to himself. Since Warren had brought him home earlier he had done a tremendous amount of thinking. "Will come on!" His mother shouted. He bolted out of his room and down the stairs. He walked into the dining room.

"Where's dad?" He asked slipping into his usual seat. "Oh Mr. Busch called earlier. He wanted another tour of the house he's thinking of buying. You know the one up the street, the big green one with the pretty flowers out front." His mother replied setting a large covered dish down on the table. Will glanced at the clock it was almost 7. "This late?" He asked. Normally a client would call earlier or wait until the next morning to ask his parents to show them something. "He says he just has to have it." His mother shrugged. His parents took their cover job just as seriously as they did with their Super Jobs. Will brushed it off.

His mom was a great cook and whatever was underneath the lid smelled delicious. "I made your favorite. Tomorrows Monday so I figured you'd need it." She said pulling off the lid with a pot holder. "Thanks mom." Will said happily grabbing the large serving spoon next to the dish. Chicken casserole was his all-time favorite thing to eat. His mom made the best and he plopped a large spoonful onto his plate. "Are you that hungry?" Josie asked sitting in the seat next to him. "Yeah. All I've had all day is one of your cinnamon buns." Will said before shoveling his spoon into his mouth. "We've talked about your bad eating habits. I don't care what you eat, but eat something." Josie lectured spooning some casserole onto her plate.

Will nodded and turned his concentration to his plate. "You should invite Layla over for dinner this Friday. She hasn't been over in a while." Josie said twirling her spoon. Will choked on the large bite he had just put into his mouth. Josie patted his back and handed his water glass to him. Will drank half the glass before putting it down. She didn't know yet, his parents loved Layla. "Are you okay?" Josie asked. "Yeah I'm fine mom." Will said staring down at his plate. "So you'll ask Layla to come over?" Josie prodded. Will sat thinking of what to say. The silence seemed to stretch on forever. "We broke up."

"What?" Josie asked. She was surprised. Will and Layla looked so good together; they got along so well, they'd been friends forever. "It was a while ago, a little after school started back." Will said shrugging. It didn't really hurt as much to talk about it now. He had Warren, he didn't need to keep everything oppressed anymore. "Why didn't you tell me?" Josie asked pushing her plate away. If Will didn't even want to tell her such a simple thank what else wasn't he telling her? "You and dad love Layla. And it was all so messy. We don't even talk anymore, she doesn't sit with the group, and she doesn't want anything to do with us, with me." Will felt bad that he hadn't told his mom, but he was glad everything had worked out the way it had. If he had went crying to mommy the minute it had happened things wouldn't have escalated, and he would never have gone out on that walk yesterday morning. He would have never ran into Warren and he wouldn't have their relationship.

"Why did you break up? Everything seemed so perfect with you two." Josie said placing the cover on the now forgotten chicken casserole. "That's what I thought. And then one day it was just over." Will explained. "It's okay sweetie. I'm sure you'll find another girl you like in no time." Josie said taking her plate to the kitchen. "Uh huh."

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I'd really like to thank Zess. If it wasn't for your reviews I probably wouldn't be motivated enough to put 3 chapters up in two days. It would have been up like an hour ago but I got distracted on memebase halfway through working on it.

Just to clarify I'm not going to make Josie all anti-gay. Re reading and proofing myself it sounds a little like that, but trust me neither she or Steve will be that way.

Plus my proof reader thing on word is stupid. It wants to change the tenses of my words.