[ Under normal circumstances Will wouldn't give two shits about True Love, its existence, nor whether a fellow student could in fact tell him if it were in his future. Criminal psych classes have taught Will to extrapolate from the evidence, and there is none. Especially because he doesn't go looking for any. Or make it. Plant evidence? Hmm, unsure of the correct terminology.
Will eyes the basket at Regina's table, and symbology would have you believe that red and especially red apples have a lot to do with temptation. He can't shake the feeling that there is some Faustian bargain lurking if he takes a seat. It's utterly ridiculous that he gives it half a second's serious reflection, but then, teens do dumb things when they have crushes they want to know are reciprocated, so Will sits. ]
You're taking this pretty seriously. [ Says the guy that has just resigned himself to a similar fate. ]
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Will eyes the basket at Regina's table, and symbology would have you believe that red and especially red apples have a lot to do with temptation. He can't shake the feeling that there is some Faustian bargain lurking if he takes a seat. It's utterly ridiculous that he gives it half a second's serious reflection, but then, teens do dumb things when they have crushes they want to know are reciprocated, so Will sits. ]
You're taking this pretty seriously. [ Says the guy that has just resigned himself to a similar fate. ]