Will liked the cheeseburger, it was Good, sure. But he would have to run at least three miles to burn it out of his body. He spent a lot of time on his looks--it was painful to watch at times.<br/><br/>Will then squirmed a little, chuckling uncomfortably. "Um, Well, sure, girls may like Me, but I'd have to like them to get in bed with them. The last time I kissed someone without a dick was sixth grade," he admitted, wiping his hands free of the grease.<br/><br/>Will groaned a little as his newly made friend skitted across the room to socialise--he didn't want to be alone, so he shut his yapper and just stood behind her, lost in his own thoughts. It was better than talking.