DISCLAIMER: I do not own Buffy or anything related. I am just playing with
these wonderful characters. Please don't sue. :]
A/N: sorry.no B/S interaction in this chapter! o.O
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CHAPTER 4: Restlessly Waiting
It was 4:00. William was lying back in a large leather couch with his guitar leaned against his leg. Stretching his arms out in front and then placing them behind his head, William let out a yawn and restlessly glanced at the clock hung on the wall adjacent to him.
"That's about the twentieth time you've looked back at the clock," Xander stated as he glanced at William from above his music composition book, which he had been scribbling in profusely for about thirty minutes already.
William had been home all day. He had nothing to do. Staying at his loft which he shared with his band mates, Xander, Matt, and Jared, William had been restless and been annoying Xander to the max since Xander, the keyboardist, had been hit with inspiration and had been intensely trying to scribble all the notes down on paper.
"Why are you home?" Matt asked William as he entered the main living room with a sandwich in his hands.
"Why? Can't a bloke stay at home when he has no where to go?" William retorted.
"YEAH," Xander said with sarcasm, "You're never here, much less in the afternoons," Xander added.
"Bored."
"So, when are you going to start working on that collaboration with the classical?" Xander asked, his pen down, as he seemed to have been finished with his composition.
"Tonight supposedly."
"Supposedly?" Matt asked with mild interest in his voice as he continued to eat his sandwich in the lazy-boy seat.
"Well mate, I've got to say that this cello-playing girl is quite the looker."
"Didn't know there was classical music playing girls that were 'lookers' as you called them," Xander answered.
"Who is she?" Matt asked.
"Buffy. Buffy Summers."
"Hey! Didn't she go to Peabody while we were there?" Xander exclaimed.
"Dunno. I didn't know many classical kids. Didn't even know that cello's owner. You remember?" William replied off-handedly.
"Yeah." Matt replied monotonously.
"Well, I'm bored. I think I'll hit the music store and kill some time. Maybe I'll go to the club too," William said. "Wanna join me anyone?"
"No, I'm fine," Xander replied, as Matt said "No," at the same time.
"Ok. I'm out then," William said, packing up his guitar and standing up. Slinging the guitar strap on to his arm, William left through the front door with nothing on his mind but a clock.
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After hitting the music shop with nothing to offer, William quickly retreated to the club. Jared was already there, crowded by a group of young girls, and for 6:30, there were many people occupying the club. The club was dark and smoky and for the most part, loud. People were dancing to the loud, fast beat music that was not fitting for the light world outside while others were just occupying a table, watching, talking, and drinking. Seeing William enter the club, Jared acknowledged his presence by giving him a nod of the head and wicked grin towards the girls.
William, not wanting company and wanting to be alone, found a bar stool in a dark corner and ordered a beer.
"Bloody American beer," William thought as he took a big swing from the bottle of beer.
Having nothing to do, William started to look out into the dance floor. Gradually, he started to faze everything out and was basically staring out in to a nothing on the dance floor.
"Hey man, why didn't you join me up there?" Jared asked with a friendly hit on his back from behind him.
"Didn't feel up to it mate," William answered, wondering how Jared had managed to part himself from the group at all.
"So, what are you doing here man?" Jared asked. "You usually don't come here until much later in to the night don't you?"
"Nothing to do. Bored," he replied, still staring out on to nowhere particular. Shaking himself out of the faze he asked Jared, "Is our studio free right now?"
"Well, usually it would be occupied by me... if you know what I mean, but yeah, I'm out here aren't I?" Jared asked with a grin.
"Ok mate. Well I'm off to back there. Think I'll take a nap or something."
William stood up and started to the studio behind the stage. Ignoring the stares of both women and men alike admiring him, he went across the dance floor. Unlocking and opening the door to the locked studio, he promptly headed for the couch and fell into a glorious slumber as he thought, "Waiting for something really takes a lot out of a bloke."
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3 hours later:
"Hey man, wake up," Jared said, shaking William. "Come on, I've got a girl out there waiting," he said with enthusiasm and urgency.
"Huh? Oh, ok," William said groggily as he was waking from a slumber.
Gaining consciousness, William abruptly stood up and asked, "What time is it mate? WHAT TIME??"
"Uhhhhh," Jared said taking first glance at his watch, "It's almost ten," Jared answered.
"WHAA?"
"Almost ten," Jared repeated before he noticed that William had already run out the door.
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A/N: Thanks to those people who are leaving me reviews and such. Those reviews are the only things that are pushing me to continue this fic. Also, thanks to Spyki_gurl for archiving this fic at her relatively new site: . AND yay! This is the longest chapter yet. I'm going to try to write and post the next chapter by tomorrow. Cross your finger everyone! =)
A/N: sorry.no B/S interaction in this chapter! o.O
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CHAPTER 4: Restlessly Waiting
It was 4:00. William was lying back in a large leather couch with his guitar leaned against his leg. Stretching his arms out in front and then placing them behind his head, William let out a yawn and restlessly glanced at the clock hung on the wall adjacent to him.
"That's about the twentieth time you've looked back at the clock," Xander stated as he glanced at William from above his music composition book, which he had been scribbling in profusely for about thirty minutes already.
William had been home all day. He had nothing to do. Staying at his loft which he shared with his band mates, Xander, Matt, and Jared, William had been restless and been annoying Xander to the max since Xander, the keyboardist, had been hit with inspiration and had been intensely trying to scribble all the notes down on paper.
"Why are you home?" Matt asked William as he entered the main living room with a sandwich in his hands.
"Why? Can't a bloke stay at home when he has no where to go?" William retorted.
"YEAH," Xander said with sarcasm, "You're never here, much less in the afternoons," Xander added.
"Bored."
"So, when are you going to start working on that collaboration with the classical?" Xander asked, his pen down, as he seemed to have been finished with his composition.
"Tonight supposedly."
"Supposedly?" Matt asked with mild interest in his voice as he continued to eat his sandwich in the lazy-boy seat.
"Well mate, I've got to say that this cello-playing girl is quite the looker."
"Didn't know there was classical music playing girls that were 'lookers' as you called them," Xander answered.
"Who is she?" Matt asked.
"Buffy. Buffy Summers."
"Hey! Didn't she go to Peabody while we were there?" Xander exclaimed.
"Dunno. I didn't know many classical kids. Didn't even know that cello's owner. You remember?" William replied off-handedly.
"Yeah." Matt replied monotonously.
"Well, I'm bored. I think I'll hit the music store and kill some time. Maybe I'll go to the club too," William said. "Wanna join me anyone?"
"No, I'm fine," Xander replied, as Matt said "No," at the same time.
"Ok. I'm out then," William said, packing up his guitar and standing up. Slinging the guitar strap on to his arm, William left through the front door with nothing on his mind but a clock.
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After hitting the music shop with nothing to offer, William quickly retreated to the club. Jared was already there, crowded by a group of young girls, and for 6:30, there were many people occupying the club. The club was dark and smoky and for the most part, loud. People were dancing to the loud, fast beat music that was not fitting for the light world outside while others were just occupying a table, watching, talking, and drinking. Seeing William enter the club, Jared acknowledged his presence by giving him a nod of the head and wicked grin towards the girls.
William, not wanting company and wanting to be alone, found a bar stool in a dark corner and ordered a beer.
"Bloody American beer," William thought as he took a big swing from the bottle of beer.
Having nothing to do, William started to look out into the dance floor. Gradually, he started to faze everything out and was basically staring out in to a nothing on the dance floor.
"Hey man, why didn't you join me up there?" Jared asked with a friendly hit on his back from behind him.
"Didn't feel up to it mate," William answered, wondering how Jared had managed to part himself from the group at all.
"So, what are you doing here man?" Jared asked. "You usually don't come here until much later in to the night don't you?"
"Nothing to do. Bored," he replied, still staring out on to nowhere particular. Shaking himself out of the faze he asked Jared, "Is our studio free right now?"
"Well, usually it would be occupied by me... if you know what I mean, but yeah, I'm out here aren't I?" Jared asked with a grin.
"Ok mate. Well I'm off to back there. Think I'll take a nap or something."
William stood up and started to the studio behind the stage. Ignoring the stares of both women and men alike admiring him, he went across the dance floor. Unlocking and opening the door to the locked studio, he promptly headed for the couch and fell into a glorious slumber as he thought, "Waiting for something really takes a lot out of a bloke."
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3 hours later:
"Hey man, wake up," Jared said, shaking William. "Come on, I've got a girl out there waiting," he said with enthusiasm and urgency.
"Huh? Oh, ok," William said groggily as he was waking from a slumber.
Gaining consciousness, William abruptly stood up and asked, "What time is it mate? WHAT TIME??"
"Uhhhhh," Jared said taking first glance at his watch, "It's almost ten," Jared answered.
"WHAA?"
"Almost ten," Jared repeated before he noticed that William had already run out the door.
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A/N: Thanks to those people who are leaving me reviews and such. Those reviews are the only things that are pushing me to continue this fic. Also, thanks to Spyki_gurl for archiving this fic at her relatively new site: . AND yay! This is the longest chapter yet. I'm going to try to write and post the next chapter by tomorrow. Cross your finger everyone! =)
