~*~SiMpLy CoMpLiCaTeD~*~
~Disclaimer: Joss Whedon owns all. *pout*
~A/N: Ugh. I just wanna get to the part where they're older already I think *I'm* the one who's having a hard time with patience here . . . *giggles*
Thanks to everyone who's reviewed this. And to those who've just read this and *not* reviewed . . . *sniffles* *teary eyed* Have some pity on a young girl who loves to write . . . no matter *how* bad it is. *sobs*
~*~At school, at lunch~*~
"*My* William?" Willow repeated after me once I had recited the whole incident that happened that morning. "My Goddess."
"Yeah!" I exclaimed, "Can you believe it?" I threw my violin case on the floor next to our lunch table.
I winced as I heard the clutter and the strings popping from the instrument, "Oops, bad idea." I groaned, "Just great. I lose my best friend - not that you're not my best friend - and now I break my violin. My day is going just fine." I moaned again and thumped my head on the table.
Willow sat back in her chair, shocked, "My Goddess."
I looked up at her, guilt plain across my face, "I know, I know. I can't believe I broke my violin either," My red headed friend gave me a look. Enter sheepish grin, "Oh, right. Heh. I totally can't believe William blew me off too."
She shook her head, "My Goddess."
"Yeah." I said again, pain evident in my voice.
I rested my chin on my hand and lazily watched a group of seventh graders pass by our table, although my thoughts were else where.
What the heck is his problem? I'm supposed to be his *best friend.* And yet, he called me a "nobody." A nobody! Geez! I'm sorry I was mean to Missy and all, but she was being totally rude. It's not my fault . . .
Yeah, but she's William's friend. I should've been just a little bit nicer. I mean, he wouldn't be friends with her if she wasn't, right?
But they're *not* friends. She had said *my William.* Does that mean . . . that she's his - that he's her - Oh God . . .
Whoa. Back up! I'm not . . . Jealous, am I? Why would I need to be jealous? There's no need for jealousness! It's not like I like him or anything . . . Well, I do, but not *like-like* him . . . Argh!
"My Goddess." My red headed friend said once more.
I was snapped out of my thoughts and turned to look at her, "Is that all you're gonna be saying for the rest of the day?"
"No," She said distractedly, "But you can't blame me. Look!" She took hold of my head and twisted it to the group of seventh graders.
There . . . In the middle of the huddle of young teens. . . Arms around Missy's waist . . . Stood William Giles.
"My Goddess." I managed to whisper.
"Now do you see? How do you expect me to form other words than 'My Goddess,' when you see William Giles *holding* a *girl*?"
Alright . . . Alright!
No big deal.
William had his arms around a girl. So what?
Well, it was a *big* thing for us. I mean, we were twelve! I think I still believed that you had to be married before you kissed a girl when I was that age.
Days came and went after that fateful day.
William stopped riding with me on the bus. I had seen him around school with groups of guys and pretty girls. I don't think I even remembered the last time I had talked to him even though I was at his house everyday after school.
We were growing apart . . . And it hurt.
It was painful to watch him distance himself from me.
It wasn't only Missy who took an interest in him.
The girls who used to make fun of him were now giving him second looks.
William Giles was becoming popular . . . And he was loving every minute of it. He loved it so much that he ignored me, *even* when his so-called "friends" made fun of me. They would tease me unmercifully while he stood there laughing along with them.
I bet some of you are wondering why I never came up and talked to him, to see what was up. Well, in answer to that, "I did." Well . . . At least I tried. It just didn't turn out the way I planned.
I was a Sophomore. He was a junior. Me, with the geeky glasses. Him, with none.
Yup. That's right. Ladies and gentlemen, William chose to lose the glasses and replaced them with contacts.
William slammed the door to the house and stomped towards his bedroom. Raising an questioning eyebrow, she pulled off her glasses and rubbed her eyes. Elizabeth pulled herself from the floor where she was writing a song, setting down her guitar.
She debated on whether to check on him or not. She had never seen him that mad before. Thinking this was her chance to make peace with him again, she knocked on the seventeen year old's door.
She rolled her eyes when the door didn't budge and a muffled, "Go away" was heard from the other side.
Elizabeth sighed as she lifted her fist and began lightly pounding on the door. After her continuous knocking, he finally swung the door open, face red.
"What the *bloody hell* do you want?!" He growled.
She backed away, slightly frightened, but knew that he was the same William she had worn the Power Ranger's costume with. Sure, that was a long time ago, but still. This was William.
"Sorry, William." She said in calm tones, "I was just wondering why you were so upset." Elizabeth leaned on the door frame, making sure he wouldn't shut it on her like he did countless times before they became distant.
"I'm not upset." He turned and plopped onto his bed, arms crossed over his chest.
I gave him a knowing smile, "Riiiiiight."
"I'm not." He denied.
"Yes you are."
"No I'm not." He shook his head stubbornly.
"Yes, you are." God, this felt like old times.
"No I'm not!"
"Yes you are."
"No I'm not -" He stopped and ran his hand over his face, glasses becoming crooked because of this.
"Bloody hell . . ." He groaned.
She cautiously walked over to him, never being in his room since he started dating girls and sat beside him. Elizabeth reached out a hand and slowly rubbed his back. When he didn't shrug her off, she continued rubbing soothing circles, "What's the matter, William?"
He looked up to her with unshed tears sparkling in the depths of his eyes.
"These nancy boy glasses . . .I hate them." He whispered like he was being tortured. As if that were to explain it all.
The brunette girl gave him a concerned look, "Are you sure that's it?"
He looked at her again, this time with anger. "Yes! That's it! These bloody glasses keep me from being so bloody cool!" He yelled, throwing his hands in the air.
"Oh, how terrible." She sympathized in flat tones.
Not hearing her comment, he abruptly stood up and began pacing in front of the younger teen, "I mean, damnit. I look like a right ponce."
She scrunched up her face, "What's a ponce?"
He stopped to stare at her. 'She looks cute like that.' William gave himself a mental shake. 'What the hell was that? Cute?' He pushed his thoughts aside and ignored the girls question, continuing his rant of his "un-coolness."
"I mean, look at me!" Pointing to himself.
She gave him a confused face. "What?"
"I look bloody stupid that's what. Glasses aren't part of being cool. Don't you understand? It makes one look geeky, nerdy - "
Elizabeth interrupted him, holding a finger up, " - And smart?"
He whirled around and faced her, "Yeah!"
A moment of silence passed with just the two of them looking at each other. William looking self righteous while Elizabeth giving William a "so what" expression. "So?"
His whole body went limp in defeat. He sighed in exasperation, "God, pet. Are you asinine?"
"Considering that I know what asinine means, I don't think so, mister." She replied, waving a finger at him.
"Don't care." He rolled his eyes, "My point is, I wanna stop wearing these hideous things." He whipped his glasses off and glared at them.
Elizabeth giggled, clearly amused, "Willing them to disappear won't do anything."
He chuckled and sighed as he threw them on his nightstand, "Yeah, well it was worth a try." He laid back on his bed, arms folded behind his head as he stared at the brunette girl.
She had gotten prettier over the years and he never even noticed. Being sucked into a world of beautiful, hungry girls, he never took notice at the one who had been staying in his house all this time.
'Her brown hair's longer and she's wearing no makeup. But her natural beauty is just enough to make any guy swoon . . . Bloody hell! This is my father's, girlfriend's, grand daughter! My God! What the bloody hell am I thinking?' He visibly shook himself. 'Did I use the word, *swoon*?'
"You ok?" Elizabeth asked worriedly, her hand unconsciously finding it's way onto his leg.
William noticed this action and moved back up into a sitting position.
He shook his head to clear his thoughts, "I need to get rid of these round things on my nose," Elizabeth giggled at that sentence.
"You wanna get rid of your *nostrils*? Cause I *do* believe they're essential to breathing -" She joked.
"Glasses, pet! Geez!" He chuckled, hitting her with a pillow. He had forgotten how much fun she was. Nothing like the girls he met at school. They were always trying to make a move on him. Sometimes, he just wanted a girl who he could be friends with. He didn't want to constantly watch what he said when talking to them. Girls immediately thought he took an *interest* in them when he said "Hello."
Elizabeth's giggles subsided, "Ok . . . Ok. So. Why get rid of the glasses again?"
William drew back his curly, brown hair and stared at the topic of the conversation "I told you. It makes me look bloody geeky, bloody nerdy, and bloody smart." He said matter-of-factly.
His brown haired companion sighed and fell backwards on his bed, "You know, getting rid of the glasses *would* help you on not *looking* smart . . . but you still would be." She looked at the distracted William.
"What?" William was having a hard time concentrating on what she was saying as her body was spread on *his* bed which caused him to have *very* bad thoughts race through his head.
"You're a smart person, William." She complimented and smiled sincerely.
He frowned and laid beside her, propping himself on one elbow, "Why are you being so nice?"
She frowned as well. "What?"
"You . . . You're being nice." She raised an inquiring eyebrow. "It's just, after all that I've done . . . I'd think you should be giving me the cold shoulder just about now."
She smiled and punched him playfully on the arm, "Not possible. *No one* has cold shoulder."
He rolled his eyes, "I'm serious, pet."
Elizabeth stared into his eyes and nodded, "I know."
"Then why?" He asked quietly, playing with a strand of her hair.
She shrugged, "Because you're my best friend," She shyly looked away, "Or was . . ."
William felt a stab in his chest at her words.
Was he really that big of a jerk? Did he ignore her *that* much?
Common sense slapped him in the face, hard. And it said, "Yes, you stupid, idiot."
And being the "stupid idiot" he was, he reflected his thoughts and said them aloud.
"Did I ignore you *that* much?" he whispered, emotion choking him.
Elizabeth's eyes showed hatred and hurt, "My God, William." She shook her head, "How do you ignore someone with an amount? That's not possible. When you ignore someone, you ignore them. There's no such thing as 'kind of ignored' or 'ignored a little.' You *did* ignore me. You paid no attention to me. At all."
Somewhere during her outburst, she had leaned up on her elbows and William had an extreme close view of her breasts.
Elizabeth noticed this too. She also noticed that he had been leaning on his elbow close enough that his lips were in complete contact with the side of said assets. In a second, all Elizabeth's anger dissipated.
'Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my God.' Elizabeth chanted in her head. 'A guy's lips. William's lips. Lips of William's. On breasts. *My breasts!*'
William, on the other hand, didn't move an inch. He didn't lift his eyes or move his head. The shock of having Elizabeth Summer's breasts on his lips was . . . He wanted to do more than just have his lips there.
The two stayed frozen still in the screaming silence until the brunette girl finally dared to move.
She bit her lip from moaning as William's lips brushed against her more as she proceeded to stand up.
"Don't."
Elizabeth turned to the pleading eyes of William.
"Don't go."
She opened her mouth to speak . . .
The phone rang, splashing cold water on their moment.
Elizabeth turned around and listened to William's colorful curses and frustrated growls. When the phone continued to ring, she wondered what he was doing.
She turned around to find William standing right behind her. His arms went around her waist and Elizabeth gasped when she felt his arousal against her body.
He looked intensely into her eyes, head inching closer to hers. His eyes drifted close as the two could feel each other's breath on each others lips . . .
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A/N: *pained expression* Ouch . . . My back hurts . . .
=) Please be kind and review . . . *puppy dog eyes* I'm begging of you. I need constructive criticism here . . . OR constructive compliments . . . *wink* ^_~
~Disclaimer: Joss Whedon owns all. *pout*
~A/N: Ugh. I just wanna get to the part where they're older already I think *I'm* the one who's having a hard time with patience here . . . *giggles*
Thanks to everyone who's reviewed this. And to those who've just read this and *not* reviewed . . . *sniffles* *teary eyed* Have some pity on a young girl who loves to write . . . no matter *how* bad it is. *sobs*
~*~At school, at lunch~*~
"*My* William?" Willow repeated after me once I had recited the whole incident that happened that morning. "My Goddess."
"Yeah!" I exclaimed, "Can you believe it?" I threw my violin case on the floor next to our lunch table.
I winced as I heard the clutter and the strings popping from the instrument, "Oops, bad idea." I groaned, "Just great. I lose my best friend - not that you're not my best friend - and now I break my violin. My day is going just fine." I moaned again and thumped my head on the table.
Willow sat back in her chair, shocked, "My Goddess."
I looked up at her, guilt plain across my face, "I know, I know. I can't believe I broke my violin either," My red headed friend gave me a look. Enter sheepish grin, "Oh, right. Heh. I totally can't believe William blew me off too."
She shook her head, "My Goddess."
"Yeah." I said again, pain evident in my voice.
I rested my chin on my hand and lazily watched a group of seventh graders pass by our table, although my thoughts were else where.
What the heck is his problem? I'm supposed to be his *best friend.* And yet, he called me a "nobody." A nobody! Geez! I'm sorry I was mean to Missy and all, but she was being totally rude. It's not my fault . . .
Yeah, but she's William's friend. I should've been just a little bit nicer. I mean, he wouldn't be friends with her if she wasn't, right?
But they're *not* friends. She had said *my William.* Does that mean . . . that she's his - that he's her - Oh God . . .
Whoa. Back up! I'm not . . . Jealous, am I? Why would I need to be jealous? There's no need for jealousness! It's not like I like him or anything . . . Well, I do, but not *like-like* him . . . Argh!
"My Goddess." My red headed friend said once more.
I was snapped out of my thoughts and turned to look at her, "Is that all you're gonna be saying for the rest of the day?"
"No," She said distractedly, "But you can't blame me. Look!" She took hold of my head and twisted it to the group of seventh graders.
There . . . In the middle of the huddle of young teens. . . Arms around Missy's waist . . . Stood William Giles.
"My Goddess." I managed to whisper.
"Now do you see? How do you expect me to form other words than 'My Goddess,' when you see William Giles *holding* a *girl*?"
Alright . . . Alright!
No big deal.
William had his arms around a girl. So what?
Well, it was a *big* thing for us. I mean, we were twelve! I think I still believed that you had to be married before you kissed a girl when I was that age.
Days came and went after that fateful day.
William stopped riding with me on the bus. I had seen him around school with groups of guys and pretty girls. I don't think I even remembered the last time I had talked to him even though I was at his house everyday after school.
We were growing apart . . . And it hurt.
It was painful to watch him distance himself from me.
It wasn't only Missy who took an interest in him.
The girls who used to make fun of him were now giving him second looks.
William Giles was becoming popular . . . And he was loving every minute of it. He loved it so much that he ignored me, *even* when his so-called "friends" made fun of me. They would tease me unmercifully while he stood there laughing along with them.
I bet some of you are wondering why I never came up and talked to him, to see what was up. Well, in answer to that, "I did." Well . . . At least I tried. It just didn't turn out the way I planned.
I was a Sophomore. He was a junior. Me, with the geeky glasses. Him, with none.
Yup. That's right. Ladies and gentlemen, William chose to lose the glasses and replaced them with contacts.
William slammed the door to the house and stomped towards his bedroom. Raising an questioning eyebrow, she pulled off her glasses and rubbed her eyes. Elizabeth pulled herself from the floor where she was writing a song, setting down her guitar.
She debated on whether to check on him or not. She had never seen him that mad before. Thinking this was her chance to make peace with him again, she knocked on the seventeen year old's door.
She rolled her eyes when the door didn't budge and a muffled, "Go away" was heard from the other side.
Elizabeth sighed as she lifted her fist and began lightly pounding on the door. After her continuous knocking, he finally swung the door open, face red.
"What the *bloody hell* do you want?!" He growled.
She backed away, slightly frightened, but knew that he was the same William she had worn the Power Ranger's costume with. Sure, that was a long time ago, but still. This was William.
"Sorry, William." She said in calm tones, "I was just wondering why you were so upset." Elizabeth leaned on the door frame, making sure he wouldn't shut it on her like he did countless times before they became distant.
"I'm not upset." He turned and plopped onto his bed, arms crossed over his chest.
I gave him a knowing smile, "Riiiiiight."
"I'm not." He denied.
"Yes you are."
"No I'm not." He shook his head stubbornly.
"Yes, you are." God, this felt like old times.
"No I'm not!"
"Yes you are."
"No I'm not -" He stopped and ran his hand over his face, glasses becoming crooked because of this.
"Bloody hell . . ." He groaned.
She cautiously walked over to him, never being in his room since he started dating girls and sat beside him. Elizabeth reached out a hand and slowly rubbed his back. When he didn't shrug her off, she continued rubbing soothing circles, "What's the matter, William?"
He looked up to her with unshed tears sparkling in the depths of his eyes.
"These nancy boy glasses . . .I hate them." He whispered like he was being tortured. As if that were to explain it all.
The brunette girl gave him a concerned look, "Are you sure that's it?"
He looked at her again, this time with anger. "Yes! That's it! These bloody glasses keep me from being so bloody cool!" He yelled, throwing his hands in the air.
"Oh, how terrible." She sympathized in flat tones.
Not hearing her comment, he abruptly stood up and began pacing in front of the younger teen, "I mean, damnit. I look like a right ponce."
She scrunched up her face, "What's a ponce?"
He stopped to stare at her. 'She looks cute like that.' William gave himself a mental shake. 'What the hell was that? Cute?' He pushed his thoughts aside and ignored the girls question, continuing his rant of his "un-coolness."
"I mean, look at me!" Pointing to himself.
She gave him a confused face. "What?"
"I look bloody stupid that's what. Glasses aren't part of being cool. Don't you understand? It makes one look geeky, nerdy - "
Elizabeth interrupted him, holding a finger up, " - And smart?"
He whirled around and faced her, "Yeah!"
A moment of silence passed with just the two of them looking at each other. William looking self righteous while Elizabeth giving William a "so what" expression. "So?"
His whole body went limp in defeat. He sighed in exasperation, "God, pet. Are you asinine?"
"Considering that I know what asinine means, I don't think so, mister." She replied, waving a finger at him.
"Don't care." He rolled his eyes, "My point is, I wanna stop wearing these hideous things." He whipped his glasses off and glared at them.
Elizabeth giggled, clearly amused, "Willing them to disappear won't do anything."
He chuckled and sighed as he threw them on his nightstand, "Yeah, well it was worth a try." He laid back on his bed, arms folded behind his head as he stared at the brunette girl.
She had gotten prettier over the years and he never even noticed. Being sucked into a world of beautiful, hungry girls, he never took notice at the one who had been staying in his house all this time.
'Her brown hair's longer and she's wearing no makeup. But her natural beauty is just enough to make any guy swoon . . . Bloody hell! This is my father's, girlfriend's, grand daughter! My God! What the bloody hell am I thinking?' He visibly shook himself. 'Did I use the word, *swoon*?'
"You ok?" Elizabeth asked worriedly, her hand unconsciously finding it's way onto his leg.
William noticed this action and moved back up into a sitting position.
He shook his head to clear his thoughts, "I need to get rid of these round things on my nose," Elizabeth giggled at that sentence.
"You wanna get rid of your *nostrils*? Cause I *do* believe they're essential to breathing -" She joked.
"Glasses, pet! Geez!" He chuckled, hitting her with a pillow. He had forgotten how much fun she was. Nothing like the girls he met at school. They were always trying to make a move on him. Sometimes, he just wanted a girl who he could be friends with. He didn't want to constantly watch what he said when talking to them. Girls immediately thought he took an *interest* in them when he said "Hello."
Elizabeth's giggles subsided, "Ok . . . Ok. So. Why get rid of the glasses again?"
William drew back his curly, brown hair and stared at the topic of the conversation "I told you. It makes me look bloody geeky, bloody nerdy, and bloody smart." He said matter-of-factly.
His brown haired companion sighed and fell backwards on his bed, "You know, getting rid of the glasses *would* help you on not *looking* smart . . . but you still would be." She looked at the distracted William.
"What?" William was having a hard time concentrating on what she was saying as her body was spread on *his* bed which caused him to have *very* bad thoughts race through his head.
"You're a smart person, William." She complimented and smiled sincerely.
He frowned and laid beside her, propping himself on one elbow, "Why are you being so nice?"
She frowned as well. "What?"
"You . . . You're being nice." She raised an inquiring eyebrow. "It's just, after all that I've done . . . I'd think you should be giving me the cold shoulder just about now."
She smiled and punched him playfully on the arm, "Not possible. *No one* has cold shoulder."
He rolled his eyes, "I'm serious, pet."
Elizabeth stared into his eyes and nodded, "I know."
"Then why?" He asked quietly, playing with a strand of her hair.
She shrugged, "Because you're my best friend," She shyly looked away, "Or was . . ."
William felt a stab in his chest at her words.
Was he really that big of a jerk? Did he ignore her *that* much?
Common sense slapped him in the face, hard. And it said, "Yes, you stupid, idiot."
And being the "stupid idiot" he was, he reflected his thoughts and said them aloud.
"Did I ignore you *that* much?" he whispered, emotion choking him.
Elizabeth's eyes showed hatred and hurt, "My God, William." She shook her head, "How do you ignore someone with an amount? That's not possible. When you ignore someone, you ignore them. There's no such thing as 'kind of ignored' or 'ignored a little.' You *did* ignore me. You paid no attention to me. At all."
Somewhere during her outburst, she had leaned up on her elbows and William had an extreme close view of her breasts.
Elizabeth noticed this too. She also noticed that he had been leaning on his elbow close enough that his lips were in complete contact with the side of said assets. In a second, all Elizabeth's anger dissipated.
'Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my God.' Elizabeth chanted in her head. 'A guy's lips. William's lips. Lips of William's. On breasts. *My breasts!*'
William, on the other hand, didn't move an inch. He didn't lift his eyes or move his head. The shock of having Elizabeth Summer's breasts on his lips was . . . He wanted to do more than just have his lips there.
The two stayed frozen still in the screaming silence until the brunette girl finally dared to move.
She bit her lip from moaning as William's lips brushed against her more as she proceeded to stand up.
"Don't."
Elizabeth turned to the pleading eyes of William.
"Don't go."
She opened her mouth to speak . . .
The phone rang, splashing cold water on their moment.
Elizabeth turned around and listened to William's colorful curses and frustrated growls. When the phone continued to ring, she wondered what he was doing.
She turned around to find William standing right behind her. His arms went around her waist and Elizabeth gasped when she felt his arousal against her body.
He looked intensely into her eyes, head inching closer to hers. His eyes drifted close as the two could feel each other's breath on each others lips . . .
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A/N: *pained expression* Ouch . . . My back hurts . . .
=) Please be kind and review . . . *puppy dog eyes* I'm begging of you. I need constructive criticism here . . . OR constructive compliments . . . *wink* ^_~