Will began panting as he reached the top of the hill with Bran walking
silently behind him.
He glanced generally in front of him, trying to take in everything of the beautiful green landscape, and noticed someone by something on the ground. The print. He put his hand out suddenly to stop Bran from walking any further, and signalled for him to walk over to an area surrounded by trees.
Simon signalled the same thing in case Jane and Barney hadn't seen.
"Why aren't we going to carn March Arthur?" Asked Barney curiously, still panting from walking for such a long time.
Will pointed over to a young girl, with shoulder length dark brown hair full of volume, but not bushy, who was crouched down by a print in the ground. Her shoulders were raising and falling un-evenly as though she was crying.
"We are here. That girl is crouched down by the print. what could she be doing there?"
Simon just stood there beside Will, waiting patiently for the girl to go. 'Why does he always make everything seem so important?' He thought, the girl was probably going to go any second, no point in being paranoid or anything about it. yeah, and everyone though Will was like the best person in the world, all fearless and 'oh look at me, I'm god, I can do anything.' He sighed.
"I. perhaps she has been waiting for us." Said Will Suddenly. He didn't know why exactly they should. but why on earth would there be a girl sitting by the print, and crying? He attempted to get inside her mind. Probably just a waste of energy- which would probably bring the Dark closer to him. but hey, it would only be brief, no worries.
"How can you tell, Old One?" Whispered Bran next to his ear.
Will's eyes suddenly widened.
"Well, I'm trying to. to, well, get inside her mind. basically, but. But I can't seem to. I don't know what to make of her. just like I didn't know what to make of you. She can't be human. But she's not an Old One, part of the light, or the dark either. Maybe we should go and greet her."
Bran considered their options briefly. He felt almost obliged to trust Will now matter what. He owed it to him, for all the times he had stuck by Bran in his bad times. Even when he had treated him so badly when Cafall had died; Will had understood. he always understood. But also. he knew that he could trust him. He was so comfortable when he was around Will. There was no need for small talk. They only talked when it was necessary- that was just fine for Bran. He didn't like people that talked constantly just to fill in silences. That was one of the good things about Will. When you weren't talking to him, the silence's which followed for never uncomfortable and awkward. Simple.
"Well, I trust you Will. If you're sure."
Will nodded. It was nice of Bran to say that to him. The son of King Arthur. he trusted him. it was. a nice feeling to play such a big part in the course of history. But he had never felt so important until now. Before, it was just him, looking out for himself, no one else. He always was prepared to take the consequences for his actions. but now. He couldn't be so. so care free. Whatever got him into trouble would get Bran into trouble. He had to guide Bran. He knew he had to. And he trusted Will. it was great!
"Come on." He said loud enough so that everyone else could hear. "Let's go to meat her."
Jane and Barney looked at him quizzically. And remained where they were.
Will began walking towards her regardless of what they thought. Thankfully they began following him, well, following Simon's lead. Oh well. he would just have to gain their trust in due coarse.
She seemed to have noticed their arrival without even looking at them, and even before they were anywhere near her, she began wiping away her tears as though she didn't want them to find out her weakness. Or perhaps something else. something..
"Hello." Will greeted her.
She didn't look up.
"I've been waiting for you all." She replied in a hoarse voice. If she had looked at him just then, she would haven given away that she had just been crying. Not that her voice hadn't.
No one replied, all waiting for her to make the first move.
Finally she glanced up at will with the most beautiful dark brown eyes Will had ever seen. He looked away. He felt entranced by her. glare almost, if he looked for longer he felt like he would do something stupid. Almost like he would be hypnotised by her.
She stood up and straightened her denim skirt.
So. this is Will. charming I guess. she shook her head lightly, and held out her hand.
"Hello, Will Stanton. My name is Grace, Grace Manning."
He shook her hand briefly. Not even asking how on earth she knew his name.
She smiled.
He didn't even glance at her. Just kept his eyes on everything else. as long as it wasn't on her. He got distracted too easily.
"I might as well get right down to it. You have your reasons of course for not trusting me. Just like you did not trust Bran."
"I've just met you, it's only natural. but how-"
"My friend Merriman."
Friend?
"Yes, Will Stanton, friend."
He looked at her in shock for a few seconds.
You can read my mind? But yours. a barrier.
She nodded.
But, you're not an Old O ne.
She shook her head.
"You have yet to find out what I am, Old One. And I don't have long to speak to you all. I will come to see you again. soon."
She glanced at the other four members of the six.
"Barney, Jane and Simon Drew. you are the finders of the grail. Jane, the messenger, the only one to talk to the fair Lady..."
She paused for a moment, clearly thinking deeply, before looking at Bran right in the eye. How she could see through his dark glasses Will could not comprehend. But he would never be able to understand unless she told him her secrets. He did not hold the power to overcome the barrier of her mind. She was so unbelievably strong.
"Bran. Bran Davies." She said with such compassion and emotion in her voice, that Will could not resist the temptation to look into her large dark orbs once more. To gain an understanding of her. Why on earth she was so secretive, and why she acted. so, ever so strangely to Bran. She was so. mature. and grown-up. Like and Old One, but she had just said that she wasn't an Old One- what on earth was going on?
Bran did not reply.
She sighed ruefully.
Will tried even harder to get inside her mind. What on earth was she thinking? He had to know. If he didn't, then how would he ever know how to judge her?
A waste of energy my friend. There's no use; you can not get into my mind.
She paused. Looking at Will amiably. He could tell she meant no harm, and that for some reason she could never let him see the things going on inside her head. he understood now. The smile. the smile explained everything. She was so transparent, yet all her feelings- the feelings she was showing them were so artificial. But he could see she was only doing it to. what? Protect herself? From what? What was she hiding? What business had she come to do? Her quest maybe? His trail of thought was cut off suddenly by her sweet voice again.
She abruptly began reciting the words of the ancient manuscript, which they had torn to shreds. How?
Fire on the mountain shall find the harp of gold
Played to wake the sleepers, oldest of the old;
Power from the greenwitch, lost beneath the sea;
All shall find the light at last, silver on a tree
Now do you believe me Old One? Yes, isn't it weird that both Bran and I are using the same means to get you to trust us. I could very well have been watching you for some time now, listening to the verses every time you recited them, and memorising them. But you must choose if you trust me or not. Because at the moment, that's all that matters. If you do not. then I would understand, and not much would be lost as I am not one of the six.
I. I have no idea.you're not of the dark, but you're not of the light either. I feel a great power in you, that of Bran's, but still something different. You don't seem to be human, or like any other creature I have ever encountered on this earth. What are you, Grace? Why can I now get into your mind?
There was no reply. The dazed look on both of their faces vanished, and instead they just stood there staring at each other shortly.
Will nodded slowly.
She walked over to him, and titled her head so she was now staring at the ground in respect.
Everyone was silent.
She looked up at Will.
"I thank you Will Stanton for your consent to let me help you, and your trust, though you don't even know what I am. And I will always be of service to you and your friends. I promise. I will help you all as much as I can. I have not as much knowledge as you do my friend, Will. But I have experience. Experience which could help you at the worst of times. Perhaps."
Will laid his hand on her shoulder.
"No need. I knew you weren't of the dark from the moment I saw you. There's no need for this." He said soothingly.
Simon began to get impatient. What was up with the 'I'm so almighty' talk? All sophisticated. "What is going on here? Tell us! I'm sick of always being in left in the dark about everything. I mean, not literally, but. Argh! And then a moment ago, you two just seemed to have this dazed look on your faces. just like you were ignoring us or something!" He shook his head furiously.
"You should learn to be more patient. There was no need to get angry for no reason. Grace and Will were simply speaking to each other. Telepathically of course."
Simon looked slightly embarrassed, but didn't want to show this, and said angrily, "Whatever."
I am sorry for this. I didn't mean to make everyone argue. but you must understand, they must have no idea of who or what I am. even if somehow you find out.
It's okay, I'll keep your secret. But you still haven't told me half of what is in your mind at all.
She looked at him sombrely.
Perhaps tonight? If you're willing.
Of. course.
How could he resist the temptation to see her beautiful face again?
Oh dear God, what I'm I thinking?
"There they go again." Simon sighed, maybe we should just get going further up the hill or something-"
"I'm terribly sorry for holding all of you up. And it was a pleasure to meet all of you. good-bye Jane, Barney and Simon." Looking at each of them in turn. "I hope I will see you again sometime. I shall be back soon, perhaps we can have a proper meeting then. But for now, I have to go." Grace interrupted.
"It was nice to meet you too, Grace. But perhaps next time you could really tell us who you are." Said Jane. She didn't want to sound rude, but she was still in a bad mood, she couldn't be bothered to talk about all the little things. She might just as well get to the point.
Grace chose to ignore this comment, there was no time to waste of petty arguments.
"Well, good-bye friends." She glanced one more time over to Bran, and began walking back down the hill.
Simon, Jane and Barney started to make their way further up the hill, as Bran and Will watched Grace depart.
Will began turning around to leave to, when something glinting in the sunlight caught his eye on Grace's slender fingers. He froze.
"What is it?" Asked Bran.
"The. the ring on her finger. Did you see it?"
"No. I didn't even realise she was wearing a ring. Why?"
Will considered briefly whether or not he should tell him.
"The ring. it looks identical to the one of the Lady's."
"You're master's'?"
Will turned around, and he and Bran walked back silently, both caught it their own trail of thought. But both were thinking along the same lines. Could Grace be involved in the High magic?
* * *
"So, do you care to tell us what on earth that was all about? It seems as though everything's been sorted now that you and her have become such good friends-"
"We're not even friends. I have yet to judge that Simon. Be patient. She does not seem to mean us any harm, really." Interrupted Will.
"But why can't we ALL know about her? Why is it that it's always only you who knows about everything, and you who always organises everything, and you who plans our every move? The rest of us didn't even get a proper chance to talk to her." Asked Simon angrily.
Will sighed and spun around. There was no way to reply to that without intimidating Simon, which he had to intention to do- Jane would get mad, and he didn't particularly want to be on bad terms with any of the Drews, or Merriman.
He glanced up at night sky. Observing one by one all the stars and the constellations- remembering all he had learned from the book of Gamarye.
"Answer me Will! Why is it that you're always in charge of everything? I'm 15 Will, older than you, and yet I have to 'obey your every command', what am I, a robot?"
Will shook his had sadly.
"Simon, please, this isn't a good time to discuss this. I must go and meet up with Grace. I must go and speak to her, she said that she would help us on our quest, we are not friends, merely colleagues you could say. You would be wise not the hate her, for she is powerful, that much is clear, don't hate her, I know we can trust her."
Before he could finish Merriman suddenly appeared behind them.
"Gummery!" Cried Simon in shock.
"Hello Simon," He glanced over at Will kindly. "Will, don't you have an appointment with someone that you shouldn't miss?" He asked quizzically.
Will nodded.
I know you have questions about Grace, Old One, but you must trust her, believe me, you need her in this. Don't push away her help. I shall speak to Simon, don't worry about that.
Thank you Merriman. I shall go right away.
Will nodded one more time and without another word, left.
Merriman turned to Simon.
"My child, why do you despise Will so much?" He asked kindly, trying not to offend him in anyway.
Simon sighed.
"Gummery, I know you and Will are part of some. some group thing, and I also know that you two can't be human. but I'm sick of always following his orders. Shouldn't we be allowed to make up our own minds? Where as if he makes a mistake along the way, then we would go down with him. But no-one will ever think of blaming the 'all mighty' Will, would they?"
"Wait. Please, listen. In deed yes, we are different, we have more knowledge than all of you put together and we have wisdom. And I'm not saying this to try and intimidate you, not at all. I'm saying this because I want you to trust him Simon, please. I want you to not question everything he does. He's being so kind to you all, and all you can do is shout at him, and criticise him. Please, give him a chance, he is trying to help you, Barney and Jane. He's trying so hard to make everything right, he's trying to find his own identity, while still trying to fit in. Don't be so harsh on him."
Simon remained silent. How degrading. So everyone was in fact taking sides with Will. Well, that was fine with him. He would have to pretend, Gummery seemed to know everything that had passed between him and Will. he had to be careful. Very careful. It was obvious from the beginning that no-one would agree with him anyway.
"Okay Great-uncle Merry. Have it your way. I will try, honest I'll try, but I'm still not happy about all of this."
"That's my boy." He went over to Simon and hugged him briefly. "No off to bed, it's already got so late."
"Ok. and Gummery?"
"Hm?"
"I know you heard us talking, and I don't hate Grace, I barely know her, I hate Will."
And with that stormed off to his bedroom.
* * *
This was a kinda sucky chapter, yes? None of you expected them to meet like that? Right? Disappointing? Hehe. I know, I know, that was a totally rubbish way to make them meet, but I haven't had much time to change it as I wanted to, so I had to be content with this version. Anyway, please review! Thanks!
He glanced generally in front of him, trying to take in everything of the beautiful green landscape, and noticed someone by something on the ground. The print. He put his hand out suddenly to stop Bran from walking any further, and signalled for him to walk over to an area surrounded by trees.
Simon signalled the same thing in case Jane and Barney hadn't seen.
"Why aren't we going to carn March Arthur?" Asked Barney curiously, still panting from walking for such a long time.
Will pointed over to a young girl, with shoulder length dark brown hair full of volume, but not bushy, who was crouched down by a print in the ground. Her shoulders were raising and falling un-evenly as though she was crying.
"We are here. That girl is crouched down by the print. what could she be doing there?"
Simon just stood there beside Will, waiting patiently for the girl to go. 'Why does he always make everything seem so important?' He thought, the girl was probably going to go any second, no point in being paranoid or anything about it. yeah, and everyone though Will was like the best person in the world, all fearless and 'oh look at me, I'm god, I can do anything.' He sighed.
"I. perhaps she has been waiting for us." Said Will Suddenly. He didn't know why exactly they should. but why on earth would there be a girl sitting by the print, and crying? He attempted to get inside her mind. Probably just a waste of energy- which would probably bring the Dark closer to him. but hey, it would only be brief, no worries.
"How can you tell, Old One?" Whispered Bran next to his ear.
Will's eyes suddenly widened.
"Well, I'm trying to. to, well, get inside her mind. basically, but. But I can't seem to. I don't know what to make of her. just like I didn't know what to make of you. She can't be human. But she's not an Old One, part of the light, or the dark either. Maybe we should go and greet her."
Bran considered their options briefly. He felt almost obliged to trust Will now matter what. He owed it to him, for all the times he had stuck by Bran in his bad times. Even when he had treated him so badly when Cafall had died; Will had understood. he always understood. But also. he knew that he could trust him. He was so comfortable when he was around Will. There was no need for small talk. They only talked when it was necessary- that was just fine for Bran. He didn't like people that talked constantly just to fill in silences. That was one of the good things about Will. When you weren't talking to him, the silence's which followed for never uncomfortable and awkward. Simple.
"Well, I trust you Will. If you're sure."
Will nodded. It was nice of Bran to say that to him. The son of King Arthur. he trusted him. it was. a nice feeling to play such a big part in the course of history. But he had never felt so important until now. Before, it was just him, looking out for himself, no one else. He always was prepared to take the consequences for his actions. but now. He couldn't be so. so care free. Whatever got him into trouble would get Bran into trouble. He had to guide Bran. He knew he had to. And he trusted Will. it was great!
"Come on." He said loud enough so that everyone else could hear. "Let's go to meat her."
Jane and Barney looked at him quizzically. And remained where they were.
Will began walking towards her regardless of what they thought. Thankfully they began following him, well, following Simon's lead. Oh well. he would just have to gain their trust in due coarse.
She seemed to have noticed their arrival without even looking at them, and even before they were anywhere near her, she began wiping away her tears as though she didn't want them to find out her weakness. Or perhaps something else. something..
"Hello." Will greeted her.
She didn't look up.
"I've been waiting for you all." She replied in a hoarse voice. If she had looked at him just then, she would haven given away that she had just been crying. Not that her voice hadn't.
No one replied, all waiting for her to make the first move.
Finally she glanced up at will with the most beautiful dark brown eyes Will had ever seen. He looked away. He felt entranced by her. glare almost, if he looked for longer he felt like he would do something stupid. Almost like he would be hypnotised by her.
She stood up and straightened her denim skirt.
So. this is Will. charming I guess. she shook her head lightly, and held out her hand.
"Hello, Will Stanton. My name is Grace, Grace Manning."
He shook her hand briefly. Not even asking how on earth she knew his name.
She smiled.
He didn't even glance at her. Just kept his eyes on everything else. as long as it wasn't on her. He got distracted too easily.
"I might as well get right down to it. You have your reasons of course for not trusting me. Just like you did not trust Bran."
"I've just met you, it's only natural. but how-"
"My friend Merriman."
Friend?
"Yes, Will Stanton, friend."
He looked at her in shock for a few seconds.
You can read my mind? But yours. a barrier.
She nodded.
But, you're not an Old O ne.
She shook her head.
"You have yet to find out what I am, Old One. And I don't have long to speak to you all. I will come to see you again. soon."
She glanced at the other four members of the six.
"Barney, Jane and Simon Drew. you are the finders of the grail. Jane, the messenger, the only one to talk to the fair Lady..."
She paused for a moment, clearly thinking deeply, before looking at Bran right in the eye. How she could see through his dark glasses Will could not comprehend. But he would never be able to understand unless she told him her secrets. He did not hold the power to overcome the barrier of her mind. She was so unbelievably strong.
"Bran. Bran Davies." She said with such compassion and emotion in her voice, that Will could not resist the temptation to look into her large dark orbs once more. To gain an understanding of her. Why on earth she was so secretive, and why she acted. so, ever so strangely to Bran. She was so. mature. and grown-up. Like and Old One, but she had just said that she wasn't an Old One- what on earth was going on?
Bran did not reply.
She sighed ruefully.
Will tried even harder to get inside her mind. What on earth was she thinking? He had to know. If he didn't, then how would he ever know how to judge her?
A waste of energy my friend. There's no use; you can not get into my mind.
She paused. Looking at Will amiably. He could tell she meant no harm, and that for some reason she could never let him see the things going on inside her head. he understood now. The smile. the smile explained everything. She was so transparent, yet all her feelings- the feelings she was showing them were so artificial. But he could see she was only doing it to. what? Protect herself? From what? What was she hiding? What business had she come to do? Her quest maybe? His trail of thought was cut off suddenly by her sweet voice again.
She abruptly began reciting the words of the ancient manuscript, which they had torn to shreds. How?
Fire on the mountain shall find the harp of gold
Played to wake the sleepers, oldest of the old;
Power from the greenwitch, lost beneath the sea;
All shall find the light at last, silver on a tree
Now do you believe me Old One? Yes, isn't it weird that both Bran and I are using the same means to get you to trust us. I could very well have been watching you for some time now, listening to the verses every time you recited them, and memorising them. But you must choose if you trust me or not. Because at the moment, that's all that matters. If you do not. then I would understand, and not much would be lost as I am not one of the six.
I. I have no idea.you're not of the dark, but you're not of the light either. I feel a great power in you, that of Bran's, but still something different. You don't seem to be human, or like any other creature I have ever encountered on this earth. What are you, Grace? Why can I now get into your mind?
There was no reply. The dazed look on both of their faces vanished, and instead they just stood there staring at each other shortly.
Will nodded slowly.
She walked over to him, and titled her head so she was now staring at the ground in respect.
Everyone was silent.
She looked up at Will.
"I thank you Will Stanton for your consent to let me help you, and your trust, though you don't even know what I am. And I will always be of service to you and your friends. I promise. I will help you all as much as I can. I have not as much knowledge as you do my friend, Will. But I have experience. Experience which could help you at the worst of times. Perhaps."
Will laid his hand on her shoulder.
"No need. I knew you weren't of the dark from the moment I saw you. There's no need for this." He said soothingly.
Simon began to get impatient. What was up with the 'I'm so almighty' talk? All sophisticated. "What is going on here? Tell us! I'm sick of always being in left in the dark about everything. I mean, not literally, but. Argh! And then a moment ago, you two just seemed to have this dazed look on your faces. just like you were ignoring us or something!" He shook his head furiously.
"You should learn to be more patient. There was no need to get angry for no reason. Grace and Will were simply speaking to each other. Telepathically of course."
Simon looked slightly embarrassed, but didn't want to show this, and said angrily, "Whatever."
I am sorry for this. I didn't mean to make everyone argue. but you must understand, they must have no idea of who or what I am. even if somehow you find out.
It's okay, I'll keep your secret. But you still haven't told me half of what is in your mind at all.
She looked at him sombrely.
Perhaps tonight? If you're willing.
Of. course.
How could he resist the temptation to see her beautiful face again?
Oh dear God, what I'm I thinking?
"There they go again." Simon sighed, maybe we should just get going further up the hill or something-"
"I'm terribly sorry for holding all of you up. And it was a pleasure to meet all of you. good-bye Jane, Barney and Simon." Looking at each of them in turn. "I hope I will see you again sometime. I shall be back soon, perhaps we can have a proper meeting then. But for now, I have to go." Grace interrupted.
"It was nice to meet you too, Grace. But perhaps next time you could really tell us who you are." Said Jane. She didn't want to sound rude, but she was still in a bad mood, she couldn't be bothered to talk about all the little things. She might just as well get to the point.
Grace chose to ignore this comment, there was no time to waste of petty arguments.
"Well, good-bye friends." She glanced one more time over to Bran, and began walking back down the hill.
Simon, Jane and Barney started to make their way further up the hill, as Bran and Will watched Grace depart.
Will began turning around to leave to, when something glinting in the sunlight caught his eye on Grace's slender fingers. He froze.
"What is it?" Asked Bran.
"The. the ring on her finger. Did you see it?"
"No. I didn't even realise she was wearing a ring. Why?"
Will considered briefly whether or not he should tell him.
"The ring. it looks identical to the one of the Lady's."
"You're master's'?"
Will turned around, and he and Bran walked back silently, both caught it their own trail of thought. But both were thinking along the same lines. Could Grace be involved in the High magic?
* * *
"So, do you care to tell us what on earth that was all about? It seems as though everything's been sorted now that you and her have become such good friends-"
"We're not even friends. I have yet to judge that Simon. Be patient. She does not seem to mean us any harm, really." Interrupted Will.
"But why can't we ALL know about her? Why is it that it's always only you who knows about everything, and you who always organises everything, and you who plans our every move? The rest of us didn't even get a proper chance to talk to her." Asked Simon angrily.
Will sighed and spun around. There was no way to reply to that without intimidating Simon, which he had to intention to do- Jane would get mad, and he didn't particularly want to be on bad terms with any of the Drews, or Merriman.
He glanced up at night sky. Observing one by one all the stars and the constellations- remembering all he had learned from the book of Gamarye.
"Answer me Will! Why is it that you're always in charge of everything? I'm 15 Will, older than you, and yet I have to 'obey your every command', what am I, a robot?"
Will shook his had sadly.
"Simon, please, this isn't a good time to discuss this. I must go and meet up with Grace. I must go and speak to her, she said that she would help us on our quest, we are not friends, merely colleagues you could say. You would be wise not the hate her, for she is powerful, that much is clear, don't hate her, I know we can trust her."
Before he could finish Merriman suddenly appeared behind them.
"Gummery!" Cried Simon in shock.
"Hello Simon," He glanced over at Will kindly. "Will, don't you have an appointment with someone that you shouldn't miss?" He asked quizzically.
Will nodded.
I know you have questions about Grace, Old One, but you must trust her, believe me, you need her in this. Don't push away her help. I shall speak to Simon, don't worry about that.
Thank you Merriman. I shall go right away.
Will nodded one more time and without another word, left.
Merriman turned to Simon.
"My child, why do you despise Will so much?" He asked kindly, trying not to offend him in anyway.
Simon sighed.
"Gummery, I know you and Will are part of some. some group thing, and I also know that you two can't be human. but I'm sick of always following his orders. Shouldn't we be allowed to make up our own minds? Where as if he makes a mistake along the way, then we would go down with him. But no-one will ever think of blaming the 'all mighty' Will, would they?"
"Wait. Please, listen. In deed yes, we are different, we have more knowledge than all of you put together and we have wisdom. And I'm not saying this to try and intimidate you, not at all. I'm saying this because I want you to trust him Simon, please. I want you to not question everything he does. He's being so kind to you all, and all you can do is shout at him, and criticise him. Please, give him a chance, he is trying to help you, Barney and Jane. He's trying so hard to make everything right, he's trying to find his own identity, while still trying to fit in. Don't be so harsh on him."
Simon remained silent. How degrading. So everyone was in fact taking sides with Will. Well, that was fine with him. He would have to pretend, Gummery seemed to know everything that had passed between him and Will. he had to be careful. Very careful. It was obvious from the beginning that no-one would agree with him anyway.
"Okay Great-uncle Merry. Have it your way. I will try, honest I'll try, but I'm still not happy about all of this."
"That's my boy." He went over to Simon and hugged him briefly. "No off to bed, it's already got so late."
"Ok. and Gummery?"
"Hm?"
"I know you heard us talking, and I don't hate Grace, I barely know her, I hate Will."
And with that stormed off to his bedroom.
* * *
This was a kinda sucky chapter, yes? None of you expected them to meet like that? Right? Disappointing? Hehe. I know, I know, that was a totally rubbish way to make them meet, but I haven't had much time to change it as I wanted to, so I had to be content with this version. Anyway, please review! Thanks!