~*~SiMpLy CoMpLiCaTeD~*~
~Disclaimer: Tsk tsk, Joss. Didn't anyone ever teach you how to share? ^_~
~A/N: "Good things come to those who wait . . .Good things come to those who wait . . . Patience is a virtue . . .Patience is a virtue . . ." You're all still chanting that, right? Don't worry. Spuffy will come some time soon . . . I promise. *cough* *cough* Ugh. Itchy throat . . .
Thank you to all those who have read and reviewed! *sniffles* Thank you so much!
~*~*~*~*~*~*~Discovering the female specimen~*~*~*~*~*~*~
So over the years, I developed a "routine schedule," so to put it. And it went a little like this:
In the mornings, I would wake up, take a shower, fix myself up and head downstairs.
I would see my mom. She would be making breakfast in the kitchen while sipping her hot coffee. Sometimes she'd be talking on the phone or watching tv . . .but must we get into details?
After breakfast, she would say that she loved me and kiss my forehead before allowing me to leave the house.
Once at the bus stop, I'd see William turning the corner on the sidewalk and he'd wave to me. He lived only a few blocks away from my house and we rode the school bus together to school.
William shuffled his feet, glasses hanging low on his nose and he looked down at the floor.
"What's the matter, William?" Elizabeth asked worried, putting a hand on his shoulder.
He slowly tilted his head up and nervously asked, "W-would you l-like to s- sit with me?"
She smiled.
But he didn't notice this. He was too busy trying to persuade her into riding with him.
"I mean, if you don't want to, you don't have to. It's just that I thought you'd like to since we-" His sentence was cut off and his eyes widened as Elizabeth's fingers covered his mouth.
His lips curled into a smile when she said, "I'd love to, William."
It was like that everyday.
I couldn't understand why William would ride with me. I *was* younger than him after all. And the local bullies *loved* to use me as ammunition.
When we were younger, it used to be:
"Ew! You're sitting by a girl? Yuck, they have coooooties!" They would taunt.
But as we got older, the taunting became worse:
"Wow, Willie. Aren't you just the little perv? So you like hitting on young ones, eh?" They would chuckle, "Young ones who are *related* to you! Haha!"
Jerks.
But even though he would be made fun of, he would still sit by me.
Over the years, we became the best of friends. We would hang out after school watching tv or going to the park. He would also help me with my homework when I needed him. William was like the big brother I never had.
Of course, such good things *never* last.
It was a day like every other . . .
Wake up, get ready for school, breakfast, and kiss goodbye from mom.
I waited by the bus stop . . . and I didn't see William.
Searching through the lot of awaiting kids, I couldn't spot his brown mop of hair. I pushed past people and having no avail to finding the person who had come to be my best friend.
After a few minutes, I was about to give up when I finally saw him walking down the sidewalk.
"William! There you are! I've been looking all over for y-" I was shocked to see that he wasn't alone.
He stood by a very pretty girl. She had bright, blue eyes and long lashes along with beautiful blonde hair. Long and straight, it was, strands glinting in the sun.
Nothing like my hair. Mine was brown and shoulder-length . . . It *didn't* glint in the sun. But who was I to care? I was just twelve.
This girl was older. William's age to be exact. Fourteen,
We all stared at one another in silence, the blonde girl and I waiting for William to explain.
He cleared his throat and allowed a sheepish grin to form on his face, "Heh. Sorry. Um . . ." He gestured to the blonde girl, "This is Missy."
I instantly took a dislike to her, but offered a smile anyway, holding my hand out for a handshake. If she was William's friend, then I guess I could be her friend . . . Or at least *try.*
"Hi." I said in fake cheeriness.
The girl merely smiled sarcastically and nodded at me, saying non-too nicely, "Hi." She popped the bubble gum that was in her mouth, clearly not interested in making friends with me.
William felt awkward and rubbed the back of his neck, "Missy . . . This is . . .uh . . ." He seemed at lost for words.
"Elizabeth . . ." I encouraged.
He nodded, "Yeah. This is Elizabeth."
Missy crossed her arms over chest, giving me a hostile look, "And who is she?"
Forget it.
I crossed my arms over my chest as well, "Excuse me?"
"S-she's . . . eh . . . Uh . . ." William stuttered, looking back and forth between us.
"Who is she?" Missy demanded.
Forget it.
Forget it.
Forget it.
I am *so* not being nice to her anymore.
"He said my name was Elizabeth. Are you stupid?" Voice dripping with sarcasm.
The look on William's face was enough to shut me up.
"Hey!" Missy pouted.
"Don't talk to her like that." He said, voice low.
Missy turned to William, "Who *is* she, William?"
William looked at me for a moment and went to look at Missy, "She's . . . nobody."
Missy had a relieved look on her face and looped her arm through his, fanning herself.
"That's good. Cause I wouldn't want any other girl taking *my* William away." She cooed, pinching his cheek.
She led him away and William didn't look back at me. He was too busy staring adoringly at his beautiful blonde haired companion.
William Giles had finally discovered the female specimen.
"*My* William?" I repeated in confusion.
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A/N: That's where I'm leaving off for chapter 3. It was originally longer . . .but I cut it shorter because, well, I dunno. *giggles* It was too long I guess. teehee. ^_^
Oh, and to tinkerbell42, I dunno how long I'm gonna make this . . . But I can assure you that I'm planning on making this, at the least, 10 chapters . . . I think. *sheepish grin*
And Marie J . . . I am planning on having Angel and Riley appear in the story later. And as much as I would *love* to kill off Angel and Riley . . .*evil cackle* Sadly . . . *pout* They are *actually* essential to the story . . . *sad sigh*
Anyhwho . . . please review! *bounces in seat* Ooh! I made a rhyme! I made a rhyme!
Please be kind and review. =) Pretty please? This is all I ask . . . *sniffles*
~Disclaimer: Tsk tsk, Joss. Didn't anyone ever teach you how to share? ^_~
~A/N: "Good things come to those who wait . . .Good things come to those who wait . . . Patience is a virtue . . .Patience is a virtue . . ." You're all still chanting that, right? Don't worry. Spuffy will come some time soon . . . I promise. *cough* *cough* Ugh. Itchy throat . . .
Thank you to all those who have read and reviewed! *sniffles* Thank you so much!
~*~*~*~*~*~*~Discovering the female specimen~*~*~*~*~*~*~
So over the years, I developed a "routine schedule," so to put it. And it went a little like this:
In the mornings, I would wake up, take a shower, fix myself up and head downstairs.
I would see my mom. She would be making breakfast in the kitchen while sipping her hot coffee. Sometimes she'd be talking on the phone or watching tv . . .but must we get into details?
After breakfast, she would say that she loved me and kiss my forehead before allowing me to leave the house.
Once at the bus stop, I'd see William turning the corner on the sidewalk and he'd wave to me. He lived only a few blocks away from my house and we rode the school bus together to school.
William shuffled his feet, glasses hanging low on his nose and he looked down at the floor.
"What's the matter, William?" Elizabeth asked worried, putting a hand on his shoulder.
He slowly tilted his head up and nervously asked, "W-would you l-like to s- sit with me?"
She smiled.
But he didn't notice this. He was too busy trying to persuade her into riding with him.
"I mean, if you don't want to, you don't have to. It's just that I thought you'd like to since we-" His sentence was cut off and his eyes widened as Elizabeth's fingers covered his mouth.
His lips curled into a smile when she said, "I'd love to, William."
It was like that everyday.
I couldn't understand why William would ride with me. I *was* younger than him after all. And the local bullies *loved* to use me as ammunition.
When we were younger, it used to be:
"Ew! You're sitting by a girl? Yuck, they have coooooties!" They would taunt.
But as we got older, the taunting became worse:
"Wow, Willie. Aren't you just the little perv? So you like hitting on young ones, eh?" They would chuckle, "Young ones who are *related* to you! Haha!"
Jerks.
But even though he would be made fun of, he would still sit by me.
Over the years, we became the best of friends. We would hang out after school watching tv or going to the park. He would also help me with my homework when I needed him. William was like the big brother I never had.
Of course, such good things *never* last.
It was a day like every other . . .
Wake up, get ready for school, breakfast, and kiss goodbye from mom.
I waited by the bus stop . . . and I didn't see William.
Searching through the lot of awaiting kids, I couldn't spot his brown mop of hair. I pushed past people and having no avail to finding the person who had come to be my best friend.
After a few minutes, I was about to give up when I finally saw him walking down the sidewalk.
"William! There you are! I've been looking all over for y-" I was shocked to see that he wasn't alone.
He stood by a very pretty girl. She had bright, blue eyes and long lashes along with beautiful blonde hair. Long and straight, it was, strands glinting in the sun.
Nothing like my hair. Mine was brown and shoulder-length . . . It *didn't* glint in the sun. But who was I to care? I was just twelve.
This girl was older. William's age to be exact. Fourteen,
We all stared at one another in silence, the blonde girl and I waiting for William to explain.
He cleared his throat and allowed a sheepish grin to form on his face, "Heh. Sorry. Um . . ." He gestured to the blonde girl, "This is Missy."
I instantly took a dislike to her, but offered a smile anyway, holding my hand out for a handshake. If she was William's friend, then I guess I could be her friend . . . Or at least *try.*
"Hi." I said in fake cheeriness.
The girl merely smiled sarcastically and nodded at me, saying non-too nicely, "Hi." She popped the bubble gum that was in her mouth, clearly not interested in making friends with me.
William felt awkward and rubbed the back of his neck, "Missy . . . This is . . .uh . . ." He seemed at lost for words.
"Elizabeth . . ." I encouraged.
He nodded, "Yeah. This is Elizabeth."
Missy crossed her arms over chest, giving me a hostile look, "And who is she?"
Forget it.
I crossed my arms over my chest as well, "Excuse me?"
"S-she's . . . eh . . . Uh . . ." William stuttered, looking back and forth between us.
"Who is she?" Missy demanded.
Forget it.
Forget it.
Forget it.
I am *so* not being nice to her anymore.
"He said my name was Elizabeth. Are you stupid?" Voice dripping with sarcasm.
The look on William's face was enough to shut me up.
"Hey!" Missy pouted.
"Don't talk to her like that." He said, voice low.
Missy turned to William, "Who *is* she, William?"
William looked at me for a moment and went to look at Missy, "She's . . . nobody."
Missy had a relieved look on her face and looped her arm through his, fanning herself.
"That's good. Cause I wouldn't want any other girl taking *my* William away." She cooed, pinching his cheek.
She led him away and William didn't look back at me. He was too busy staring adoringly at his beautiful blonde haired companion.
William Giles had finally discovered the female specimen.
"*My* William?" I repeated in confusion.
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A/N: That's where I'm leaving off for chapter 3. It was originally longer . . .but I cut it shorter because, well, I dunno. *giggles* It was too long I guess. teehee. ^_^
Oh, and to tinkerbell42, I dunno how long I'm gonna make this . . . But I can assure you that I'm planning on making this, at the least, 10 chapters . . . I think. *sheepish grin*
And Marie J . . . I am planning on having Angel and Riley appear in the story later. And as much as I would *love* to kill off Angel and Riley . . .*evil cackle* Sadly . . . *pout* They are *actually* essential to the story . . . *sad sigh*
Anyhwho . . . please review! *bounces in seat* Ooh! I made a rhyme! I made a rhyme!
Please be kind and review. =) Pretty please? This is all I ask . . . *sniffles*