Oh, journal, it sure is nice that I have you~!
Anyways, I've finally enough money to get out of the hellhole apartment I had been living in and get a cozy little loft one! Isn't that nice? It over looks the city, and there's no cracks in the ceiling, and I actually have my own furniture! Pity I left for America though, maybe I'd be able to get a teeny house if I'd stayed in Britain...
The library's only a block ot two away, I can see it from my window. I keep trying to call Will, but he never returns my calls... I even bought a snazzy little red cell phone so I wouldn't have to use a landline!
God, it's been so long since I actually lived down with everyone else. I'm down for a year, everything's all posh in Britain, I head back home for what felt like, oh... five years? Didn't age a bit. I head back down, and it's a new millennium! I must've been sleeping on the job or something...
I love it here so much, though! I still have my nice old outfit, love it to bits, but I do have to wear modern things. Get a modern job if I'll be down here. Which I do have, mind you! It's just a tad boring for my tastes. High school coach, my ass. More like 'teach every class ever when some other teacher is away'. And these kids, so annoying! They just can't respect me!
Wahh~ I'm so incredibly tired, journal. I think I'll go down to the library tomorrow before school starts up and try and talk to William...
He hated beeping alarm clocks.
After a few seconds of trying to ignore it, Grell lazily turned over in his bed and slammed his hand down on his alarm clock's snooze button. It was only six in the morning, too early for his tastes, a full hour before he normally woke up to get ready for his 'job'.
It took him a moment to remember why he had set it so early. One of the other reapers he worked alongside with, William Spears, had decided to take up a small working position at a library after he thought it was the right time to actually begin working with humans - exactly one hundred and twenty-two years after he last paid frequent visits to the human world, in 1888. Once Grell had learned that he would finally be tied down somewhere, he quickly decided to take residence in the same city, and hope that they'd be able to be together, for once.
With a sigh, the redhead sat up in his bed and yawned, stretching out his arms. "Damn, Will, you sure do rise early..." he mumbled to himself, his half-closed, yellow-green eyes lazily looking out his bedside window. The sun had barely even risen, but he could make out the library a block away, and a sleek black car pulling into it's parking lot.
"But at least I'll be able to catch you this time," Grell said, grinning. He quickly grabbed at his glasses - his favorite pair, red-rimmed with a black beaded neck chord - and slipped them on, hopping out of bed to prepare himself for the long day ahead.
Let's see here... he thought to himself, stopping for a moment, dress up first, or put on makeup? That stupid tracksuit I have to wear doesn't have to be pulled over my head... He shrugged, quickly kicking off his sleeping pants, tracksuit first, I suppose, but I do need to shower first, make my hair all nice and pretty... Oh, I hope I can catch him~!
Roughly thirty minutes later, Grell was dashing down the loft apartment building's stairwell, a messenger bag slung over one of his shoulders. "Crap!" he muttered to himself, "At this rate, he will have already opened and be working! Why can't I ever catch him..."
He quickly dashed across the street to the next block, hopping over a parked car in front of him instead of going around it. "I wish I could just jump over everything like I do at night," he said, "Running and driving in the daytime is so tedious..." He reached the street at the other end of the block, across from the library, and looked up at an analog clock on the library's side. It was now twenty minutes until seven.
Grell pursed his lips together as he hurried across the street and ducked inside of the library. And from the entrance, he saw his target. Slicked back brown hair, golden green eyes, serious little glasses... Grell sighed dreamily under his breath, I've finally cornered you, Will!
As he began to waft across the entryway to the front desk, William Spears didn't even have to look up to know that a curtain of red was approaching him. "Grell Sutcliff," he said quietly, "you have left exactly thirty-seven messages on my phone in the past three days, and, according to my co-workers, have tired to see me about ten times." He fixed his rectangular glasses, "What would you like today?"
"H-hey! How did you even know I was in here yet?" Grell asked in an odd mix of a pout and a whisper, "I wanted to be like an early-morning surprise, Will!"
"That outfit you have to wear to the school makes a rustling noise when you move," William replied blankly, looking up to finally greet his not-so-secret admirer. "Also, not only is your hair bright red, but that outfit is too. Red and white. Very hard to not ignore."
Grell seemed to radiate happiness, "Oh, at least I can get your attention!" He giggled, "Anyways, I just wanted to talk, you know? I only keep messaging you and such because I miss being with you!" A sharp-toothed smile graced the reaper's face, "Besides, it's not like you know anyone else in this city."
William glared at his visitor, "I know two other people, actually, and I prefer talking to them instead of you. You might know them..." He sighed quietly, nudging his glasses further up onto his nose, "Also, it's almost seven o' clock. Don't you have somewhere to be?"
"The school can wait," Grell replied as he reached up to try and touch William's cheek. "You don't have to be shy, although I do love it when you act stern, Will." He giggled again, "I know you're just acting like this because you're at work -"
"Touch me again, and I make you stay in the reaper realm permanently, Grell," William spat out, batting Grell's hand off of his face. He scowled, "If you need people to talk to, Ronald works at some night club downtown and Undertaker is working at the hospital's morgue under a false name. Now please, leave me be."
Backing away slightly, Grell tilted his head slightly to the side, "Are you kidding? I thought Ronnie stayed behind and that Undertaker was still in London..." He tossed a stray bit of hair out of his face, "Did we all just come to this city by chance, Will, dearie?"
Shaking his head, Will casually turned around to begin sorting a pile of books, "Undertaker moved here after World War II, I followed him just recently, Ronald followed me." He paused, picking up one of the books and flicking through it, "I must be popular. I know you followed me, too. You're very predictable."
"Whatever you say," Grell hummed. "I guess I do have to leave, though. Pity, I really wanted to talk with you, Will." With a flick of his wrist, he waved goodbye and turned on his heels, "Please, do tell me how I can contact the others, maybe I can spread some of my love to them, yes? Anyhow, bye, my lovely little stick in the mud!"
William shook his head, closing the book and setting it back down again. "Good riddance..."
AN: Drabble stuff! Anyways, this originally started out with an idea and friend and I had that Grell would be an awesome gym teacher, which sort of expanded into a what if situation of what if the reapers kept at their jobs for over a century, until the present day? To tell the truth, I almost forgot anout Ronald Knox... Happy I didn't, though, because the fic would have been full of SRS CONVERSATION with only Grell being goofy. I need more than one prankster!
Also! I need some help thinking up the Undertaker's fake name. Stephen Barnum keeps popping up in my head, but what do you guys think? Suggestions are appreciated~! Also, this is my first fic in this fandom, so hopefully it doesn't get swamped be repetitive CielSeb fics! - Kolo