A week's worth of dreams [Michael's waking up]

<div align=center>The words felt like someone had just let a snake loose in the room, the boy froze up, and stared at Micheal, eyes wide, disbelieving. "I... I... What?" He stammered, shaking his head a little at what he had thought the suggestion was. Cliff jumping might have been his absolute opposite idea of fun, the thought of hurtling towards what could be pointed rocks made Bill feel just a little queasy. He hated heights, and that certainly didn't sound like a good idea to him. Though, of course that didn't mean that it wasn't going to happen, poor William wasn't exactly difficult to manipulate.

"But it's November." He squeaked, wringing his hands, and pushing himself to his feet. He blinked, and tipped his head to the side, "do I have to?" He whimpered, shaking his head again, he perhaps knew that he wouldn't be in any kind of danger due to the fact that Micheal, surely wouldn't let him die. The sea was cold, and the mere thought of swimming this time of year made him feel chilly. He didn't think Gabe would like this idea very much, but something was yelling at him that told him Gabe doesn't dictate everything you do. And that was true, but more often than not, his boyfriend was right about these sort of things. "I'll come with you but don't for one second think I'm throwing myself off the edge."</div>

<div align=center>William had absolutely no choice but to comply, after all, realistically thinking, with Micheal, what could go wrong? He wouldn't let him encounter any kind of danger, at least William thought so. He shuffled to the window, and leaned out of it, "fine!" He yelled back, a hint of laughter in his voice. Micheal made him feel just that little bit braver, but only because of the fact that if he ended up falling to his death, the winged boy was quick enough to catch him with ease. He debated if he should go the long way or just jump from the window, though his nerves would probably hold him back from doing that second one.

William had ended up enjoying that flight, it had been fun and it gave him an exciting, lightheaded sort of feeling. Bill could be reckless once the right emotions overtook him, much like everyone. "Well are you gonna come and get me or not?" He asked gripping onto the window frame and leaning forward a few more inches, beaming at the older boy from the window. It wasn't all that far of a drop, but a fall from it would most likely break and arm or a leg, or perhaps his neck if he landed on his head.</div>

<div align=center>William laughed, he knew Micheal had expected him to fuss, though he figured that if this was going to happen, he might as well just get it over and done with, the sooner it was over the better, he was merely trying to pretend that they were doing something else completely, it wasn't flying that bothered Bill anymore, it was hurtling towards deep water he probably couldn't swim in. William tended to panic in water that went past his neck, he had barely learned to swim without arm bands, the swimming pool made him panic, letalone the ocean. He supposed he'd just have to suck it up and get on with it, but he was just a little concerned about the effects of hypothermia taking place, he wasn't exactly well built for the cold, skinny, frail.

He clambered up onto the windowsill, forcing himself not to look down. Bill wrapped both arms around Micheal's neck, and scrambled onto his back, carefully though, ensuring he wasn't squashing anything, since that might have ended up with both of them plummeting to their deaths, William mentally snapped at himself for having such thoughts, and drove them away. He wished he was so pessimistic most of the time, all in all it caused a lot of problems for him.</div>

<div align=center>The boy let out a trail of laughter at the sensation, he always thought it was a funny sort of sensation, one that made him want to scream and laugh at the same time, much like that of a roller coaster, though this was far more exciting than a roller coaster. It had worked well the last time, and he trusted Micheal more than mostly everyone else he'd ever known, he knew the boy wouldn't let him come to harm and that thought comforted him a little, "I can't swim, though, just so you know!" He chirped, an overly merry tone in his voice. "Let's go."</div>