~*~SiMpLy CoMpLiCaTeD~*~
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~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~Lyrics for my thoughts~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
I walked away, papers hugged to my chest and guitar case swinging by my side. I looked ahead, satisfied that I didn't have to be the one to slap him, but his girlfriend. It gave me some comfort that he was hurting physically to the pain I felt emotionally. But I knew this not to be true, for I knew, my pain exceeded that of a hard pinch on the cheek and a slap.
I just don't understand him! I irritably scratched my head and stepped off his driveway. He is such a bastard. I tried to be nice. Really, I did. But every time we try to become friends again, he's always pushing me away. I snorted. No. He's always pushing me down, like, what? He thinks he's better than me? As if!
I turned a corner and lost sight of William's house. I didn't dare look his way, for fear that he would see the emotions on my face and he would know.
Whoa!
I stopped in my tracks.
The force of it, the sudden feeling of "knowing," of realizing . . . My God! What a revelation! I was shocked and my feet were both planted to the ground.
My heart best fast in my chest and suddenly, my legs buckled under me. I fell in a heap on the floor. Sitting with my guitar set by my side and papers being tightly clutched between my fingers, I stared blankly at the empty street.
Thank God no one was around to see me! They would've thought I was some runaway psychopath missing from the mental institution.
Finally finding my voice, I whispered, "I like William."
I shook my head in panic and looked to my left and right to see that no on had heard me. I sighed as the area truly was deserted.
Picking myself up, I leaned on someone's wooden fence and repeated the thought over and over again.
"I like William. I like William. I like William." I chanted in a quiet voice.
I smiled at the memories.
William. Now that I think about it, I did think he was cute. Ok, fine. Hot! He's hot . . . *is* hot . . . But his looks aren't his only good attributes. He always made me laugh. Always made me smile by just "being there." William was sweet. Thinking back, I never knew him as selfish. He was always the giver. As well as a lover. Lover, meaning that he had such kindness in his heart that he accepted everyone with open arms. He helped me through tough times -
"Whoa. Hold up." I said aloud, effectively stopping my thoughts.
Tough times? Tough times?! I rolled my eyes. *He* was the cause of those "tough times." And has he come to comfort me since? I shook my head. I don't think so.
I grabbed my guitar and proceeded to walk away, leaving the cement walk behind me, making sure that I left my "feelings" for William behind me as well.
"I can't feel anything for William. I can't feel anything for Wi-" I stopped as his convertible passed by . . . Oh. And Amy was in the mustang too, her head rested on his shoulder and his hand on her leg.
I sighed and that was it.
That told me, proved to me, how I truly felt about William.
"I can't feel anything for William . . ." I began, and shook my head as I headed to the direction of my house, "But I *do*."
As my gaze followed William's car, my mind went on autopilot, or should I say, my heart?
"I hear you're taking the town again . . ." I frowned, and discovered that my lips and voice had found a mind of their own.
This happened quite often. Now before you think me a freak, let me explain. I have always been a musical person. Had been since a child. And in my experience, when something major happened in my life, or in another's, something that effected my emotions so greatly, I'd find myself, well . . . Making a song.
"I hear you're taking the town again," I murmured and laid my guitar down, for the millionth time that day, and grabbed the pen that was always tucked in somewhere. Be it that I always had inspiration to write. The back pocket of my jeans was it's hiding place today.
I quickly wrote the words down onto the paper and continued to sing, "Having a good time . . ." William's car was still in my view. They were at a red light and I saw him put his arm around Amy's shoulders as he drove away when the light changed. I continued with a sad sigh, " . . . With all your good time friends."
I shook my head in sadness and stopped writing. I folded the papers and shoved them into my side pack.
"I am so foolish." I muttered angrily and for the last time, grabbed my guitar and headed home.
~*~*~*~*~*~
"Hey, Miss Summers!" called Mr. Lee as he tended to his car,
I waved, "Hey, Mr. Lee. Hi, Sammy!" I cooed at the golden retriever that had bounded his way over to me. I ruffled his hair and found myself wrapped in the arms of two people.
"Lizzie! Lizzie! Lizzie!" The two chanted happily.
I giggled and hugged the two children back. How I absolutely adored children. My house was situated by many other houses that contained kids. You'd think something like this would be annoying, but I cherished it. I didn't have any neighbors who were of my age, the exception being Willow, nobody else from my school lived near. I didn't mind though. Loving and lovable children and my best friend were nothing I'd ever want to trade.
"Hey Nick," giving him a kiss on his blonde hair. "I love your pigtails Katie." I kissed her brown hair as well. She thanked me and told me her mother did it.
"Guess what? Guess what?" Nick bounced in his place with excitement.
I laughed at him and asked, "Um . . . Fine. I give up."
He ran to his bike and ran back to me, a key dangling from his fingers, "I was digging with my shovel and I found this key buried a hundwed miles undagwound!
This brought another startling realization to mind, "Oh shoot."
The kids looked up at me with curiosity and I said bye to the two. They shrugged and waved, then went back to play.
Once at my door, I rummaged through my bag with no avail. I didn't have my key.
"Damn." I muttered. I put my hands on my hips and looked up at my window to find that all of them were securely closed. "Greaaaat." I groaned and buried my head in my hands.
Of all the places to leave my key, I just *had* to leave my key at William's. Ugh.
"This is just perfects, you know? Just perfect." I muttered sarcastically. My mom wouldn't be home 'till midnight. I'd have to wait out here until she came home. That sucked.
Clearly, I didn't want to stay out here. Now let's see, my options were:
1. Go to Willow's and stay there for the night.
2. Go back to William's and get my key.
Or
3. Stay out here all night.
Then if I was *really* desperate . . .
4. I'd go to one of the neighbors and crash there.
I went over these options and crossed them out mentally, one by one.
"Number 4, I *so* cannot do." I know they'd accept me into their homes, but I never really got to know them that well. Instead of calling us friends, call us close acquaintances.
"Number 3, I *so* wouldn't *like* to do." Staying out wouldn't bug me . . . Oh, except for the fact that I'd be sitting out in the dark for some time and be eaten alive my mosquitoes. Riiiight. I would *love* to have that.
"Number 2, I just *totally* dread." I whined, "But gladly, can't do." William had left with Amy, that means the house was locked. I felt shame on myself. I *knew* I was just trying to make excuses not to go back there. Grandma Jenny would be home and she would be able to open the door for me, but how was I to know if William was back or not? I *so* did not like risking the fact that I could see him again. Especially since I now liked him, no matter how hard I tried not to.
"Number 1 . . . I could go to Willow's." But she was tutoring today. You know, being the brainiac n' all. Sure, I was in honors and advanced classes with her, but I could never live up to having straight A's since, like, forever! Which she had. Having A's all her life has *got* to make that person conceited, but hello? She's *my friend*. I wouldn't have a friend who's conceited. How could I stand it?
I pulled out my cell and called Willow who gladly complied. She told me that she'd stop by my house after her lesson.
Now, having nothing to occupy my mind, my thoughts floated back to this evenings incident. No, not the incident where I forgot my key, but the incident that kept me from getting back my key.
William had almost kissed me! For God's sake! My face flamed at the memory of him holding me in his arms as he had kissed my neck, feeling his hard on against me.
I shook my head in embarrassment of not being experienced. I never had a boyfriend in my life and without touching my lips, he had brought forth such powerful feelings, needs, in me.
I shook my head again to clear my thoughts and turned to my guitar.
Strumming a chord, I closed my eyes and let my feelings wash over me, "I could lose my heart tonight . . . If you don't turn and walk away . . ."
My eyes drifted open in surprise and I said, "Wow. That sounds good." I giggled at myself and wrote the lyrics down, along with the chords. Then, continued to sing.
"Cause the way I feel I might . . . Lose control and let you stay." I noted these words onto paper as well and went on, "Cause I could . . . Take you in my arms . . . And never let you go." Closing my eyes once more, I imagined William's face and sang truly, from my heart, "I could fall in love with you . . . I could fall in love with you . . ."
My eyes brimmed with tears and I opened my eyes to let the salty water flow freely, as did my singing, "I can only wonder how, touching you would make me feel . . ." I remembered our encounter in his house and how good, how right and wrong it felt. "But if I take that chance right now, tomorrow, will you want me still?" William had pulled me and pushed me to the point where I didn't know what to do anymore. "So I should, keep this to myself . . . And never let you know -" I stopped playing and buried my face in my hands. That's what I was going to do.
I was never going to tell him how I felt. I mean, if I *did* kiss him, *would* he want me the next day? The next moment? Every. Single. Time that I tried to be his friend again . . . Or maybe even something more, he *pushed* me away. He told me I was a nobody and that's how it was going to stay.
"Damn, this sucks." I pouted.
~*~*~*~*~*~
I had long stopped crying and pondering whether or not I should continue liking William, and my answer was still, well, unanswered. Instead, I pushed all my questions aside and dedicated my time to my music.
"I could fall . . . in love . . . With you . . ." I sang, fingers plucking at strings. I paused and checked my left hand to see what chord I was playing and noted it on my paper. "And I know it's not right . . . And I guess I should try . . . To do what I should do . . . But I . . . Could fall in love . . . Fall in love with -"
"Wow."
I froze and slowly turned my head to the sound of the voice.
"How long have you been standing there?" I asked, freaked that someone actually heard one of my compositions. Especially since that someone who had heard it was the object of my inspiration, misery, and of whom I meant this song for, *but* never wanted to let hear it, or even *know* about it. God, this was embarrassing. Maybe he didn't know it was about him. Yeah! If he gets any suspicions, I could just say it's about somebody else.
William shrugged, "Not long." His hands were shoved into his black jeans pockets, much like he had done the first time we had met.
He stood there in awkward silence with me just staring blankly at him while he looked anywhere but me. I just couldn't take the quiet anymore and finally said, "Penny for your thoughts?"
William's eyes finally landed on me and he walked over to sit on one of the steps, "Lyrics for yours?"
"What?"
He grabbed a sheet of paper that had part of my song scribbled on it and he scanned through it, "Lyrics for your thoughts, pet."
I made a move to grab the paper, clearly embarrassed. He pulled away. "Give it back."
"No, I'm reading it."
"William!"
He smirked, "I'm reading it! Be polite." He read through it as I tried to snatch it away.
I rolled my eyes, "William, can you *please* give me back my paper?"
He pretended to think, "Hm . . . Can I?"
"*May* you *please*?!" I asked irritated.
He sat and looked at the sky a moment, then shook his head, "Nah."
I swatted his arm, "Will! Just give it to me!"
"No." He stuck his tongue at me. He *actually* stuck his *tongue* at me.
I giggled, "My God. I think you're the most immature person I've ever met." I shook my head and he playfully looked offended. I took this chance to grab the paper from his hands.
"Aha! Got it." I held the paper to me.
"Hey!" William pouted and lunged for the paper. Holding it out of his reach, he dove for me and tackled me onto the lawn. We rolled as he tried to pull the sheet from me. Out of breath, we stopped moving and the two us breathed heavily.
William was on top of me and me under, encaged by his arms and leather duster. I looked up and was met with a pair of beautiful, blue eyes. Our faces were so close. He was staring intensely at me and I could almost see what was going on in his head.
I turned away from his stare and laid my hands on his chest. I lightly pushed on him, but he didn't move.
I was then forced to look at him. "William?" I asked in confusion.
He laid a finger to my lips, which traveled down to my neck, to my collar bone, between the valley of my breasts, and finally made it's journey to the end of my shirt. He licked his lips as he brushed his fingers across my skin once his hand had gotten under my shirt. His gaze bounced from my eyes to my mouth. He leaned in, continuing to look from my eyes and mouth until he was a breath away from my lips. His eyes fluttered closed and I felt such a strong desire to pull him close, but as quickly as I felt that, anger welled up inside me.
Before he kissed me, I pushed him off with force. He rolled to his side and his eyes shot open in surprise.
I quickly straightened up my shirt and turned to look at him, "What the *hell* of a game are you playing at, William?"
He stood and asked in confusion, "What?"
I stood up as well and stared into his eyes, "What do you *want* from me?" He opened his mouth to speak, but like always, I cut him off, "I mean, first - first you want me . . . And then. Then the next, you *don't*! God, I can't make you out! I just don't understand you!"
He ran a hand through his hair, "I'm sorry."
I threw my hands in the air and talked to an invisible person, "He says he's sorry." I rolled my eyes but said in a calmer, "Look, why are you here, anyways?" Somewhere in my mind, I was hoping, *hoping*, that he had come here to tell him how much he was wrong in all that he had done. I was hoping that he would tell me that he liked me too . . . But alas. It is *my* life we're talking about here. *Nothing* ever goes my way.
He pointed to his eyes, "No glasses."
My eyes widened and I replied, "Oh! I forgot my glasses at your house. Thanks for bringing them."
He gave me a look and I asked, "What? You didn't bring them?"
He rolled he eyes and said, "No, pet! Look at me! I'm wearing no glasses! I got contacts!" His arms were stretched out to display himself, ginning from ear to ear.
I shook my head in sadness and a frown marred my face, "I really don't get you."
"What's there to get?" His grin faded, his hands flopped to his sides.
I snorted, "For one, why do you think I'd *care*? After how you treated me at your house?"
He looked sheepish and embarrassed, "I just thought -"
I shook me head, "You thought wrong. And then, you come here, thinking you can *kiss* me? What the *hell* is your problem?"
Just as he was about to reply, Willow made her appearance on my driveway, "Hey, Lizzie! I'm -" She paused as she tried to recognize the man on her yard, "William?"
"Hello, Red." He said happily.
Her face soon turned into a scowl and she replied coldy, "Don't you 'Hello, Red,' me, buster. What are you doing here?"
In ignoring me all these years, he had also ignored Willow. She had nothing but anger towards him.
As the two talked, I gathered up my things without William noticing and when I interrupted the pair's sparring with a, "Can we go?" to Willow, she agreed and left William standing on the front of my lawn by himself.
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A/N: *giggles* I kind of figured that this chapter was a "little" long. But can't you see how much I want this story to get to the main part? *growls* Grr . . . *pouts* Oh how long it takes! *faints* heheheeh . . .
~Disclaimer: Agh! I forgot to add this . . . *sheepish grin* The two songs that Elizabeth sang were, "I'll never get over you (getting over me) by Expose and the other is called "I could fall in love" by Selena.
*sobs* Selena, may you rest in peace. *sniffles*
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~Disclaimer: It's all Mr. Whedon's. Can you believe he *owns* Spike? *shakes head* Total absurdity . . .
~A/N: Guess what? Guess what? I finally got the whole plot of this story figured out! Woo hoo! Woo hoo! *hugs self* I'm so happy! I'm not only happy because of that, but because of the kind reviews everyone had been giving. Thank youz! I love you all so much. *sniffles*
Tickle me happy, I'm so glad you're happy! *giggles* I'd love to r&r your story. *smiles* Is it on ff.net already?
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~Lyrics for my thoughts~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
I walked away, papers hugged to my chest and guitar case swinging by my side. I looked ahead, satisfied that I didn't have to be the one to slap him, but his girlfriend. It gave me some comfort that he was hurting physically to the pain I felt emotionally. But I knew this not to be true, for I knew, my pain exceeded that of a hard pinch on the cheek and a slap.
I just don't understand him! I irritably scratched my head and stepped off his driveway. He is such a bastard. I tried to be nice. Really, I did. But every time we try to become friends again, he's always pushing me away. I snorted. No. He's always pushing me down, like, what? He thinks he's better than me? As if!
I turned a corner and lost sight of William's house. I didn't dare look his way, for fear that he would see the emotions on my face and he would know.
Whoa!
I stopped in my tracks.
The force of it, the sudden feeling of "knowing," of realizing . . . My God! What a revelation! I was shocked and my feet were both planted to the ground.
My heart best fast in my chest and suddenly, my legs buckled under me. I fell in a heap on the floor. Sitting with my guitar set by my side and papers being tightly clutched between my fingers, I stared blankly at the empty street.
Thank God no one was around to see me! They would've thought I was some runaway psychopath missing from the mental institution.
Finally finding my voice, I whispered, "I like William."
I shook my head in panic and looked to my left and right to see that no on had heard me. I sighed as the area truly was deserted.
Picking myself up, I leaned on someone's wooden fence and repeated the thought over and over again.
"I like William. I like William. I like William." I chanted in a quiet voice.
I smiled at the memories.
William. Now that I think about it, I did think he was cute. Ok, fine. Hot! He's hot . . . *is* hot . . . But his looks aren't his only good attributes. He always made me laugh. Always made me smile by just "being there." William was sweet. Thinking back, I never knew him as selfish. He was always the giver. As well as a lover. Lover, meaning that he had such kindness in his heart that he accepted everyone with open arms. He helped me through tough times -
"Whoa. Hold up." I said aloud, effectively stopping my thoughts.
Tough times? Tough times?! I rolled my eyes. *He* was the cause of those "tough times." And has he come to comfort me since? I shook my head. I don't think so.
I grabbed my guitar and proceeded to walk away, leaving the cement walk behind me, making sure that I left my "feelings" for William behind me as well.
"I can't feel anything for William. I can't feel anything for Wi-" I stopped as his convertible passed by . . . Oh. And Amy was in the mustang too, her head rested on his shoulder and his hand on her leg.
I sighed and that was it.
That told me, proved to me, how I truly felt about William.
"I can't feel anything for William . . ." I began, and shook my head as I headed to the direction of my house, "But I *do*."
As my gaze followed William's car, my mind went on autopilot, or should I say, my heart?
"I hear you're taking the town again . . ." I frowned, and discovered that my lips and voice had found a mind of their own.
This happened quite often. Now before you think me a freak, let me explain. I have always been a musical person. Had been since a child. And in my experience, when something major happened in my life, or in another's, something that effected my emotions so greatly, I'd find myself, well . . . Making a song.
"I hear you're taking the town again," I murmured and laid my guitar down, for the millionth time that day, and grabbed the pen that was always tucked in somewhere. Be it that I always had inspiration to write. The back pocket of my jeans was it's hiding place today.
I quickly wrote the words down onto the paper and continued to sing, "Having a good time . . ." William's car was still in my view. They were at a red light and I saw him put his arm around Amy's shoulders as he drove away when the light changed. I continued with a sad sigh, " . . . With all your good time friends."
I shook my head in sadness and stopped writing. I folded the papers and shoved them into my side pack.
"I am so foolish." I muttered angrily and for the last time, grabbed my guitar and headed home.
~*~*~*~*~*~
"Hey, Miss Summers!" called Mr. Lee as he tended to his car,
I waved, "Hey, Mr. Lee. Hi, Sammy!" I cooed at the golden retriever that had bounded his way over to me. I ruffled his hair and found myself wrapped in the arms of two people.
"Lizzie! Lizzie! Lizzie!" The two chanted happily.
I giggled and hugged the two children back. How I absolutely adored children. My house was situated by many other houses that contained kids. You'd think something like this would be annoying, but I cherished it. I didn't have any neighbors who were of my age, the exception being Willow, nobody else from my school lived near. I didn't mind though. Loving and lovable children and my best friend were nothing I'd ever want to trade.
"Hey Nick," giving him a kiss on his blonde hair. "I love your pigtails Katie." I kissed her brown hair as well. She thanked me and told me her mother did it.
"Guess what? Guess what?" Nick bounced in his place with excitement.
I laughed at him and asked, "Um . . . Fine. I give up."
He ran to his bike and ran back to me, a key dangling from his fingers, "I was digging with my shovel and I found this key buried a hundwed miles undagwound!
This brought another startling realization to mind, "Oh shoot."
The kids looked up at me with curiosity and I said bye to the two. They shrugged and waved, then went back to play.
Once at my door, I rummaged through my bag with no avail. I didn't have my key.
"Damn." I muttered. I put my hands on my hips and looked up at my window to find that all of them were securely closed. "Greaaaat." I groaned and buried my head in my hands.
Of all the places to leave my key, I just *had* to leave my key at William's. Ugh.
"This is just perfects, you know? Just perfect." I muttered sarcastically. My mom wouldn't be home 'till midnight. I'd have to wait out here until she came home. That sucked.
Clearly, I didn't want to stay out here. Now let's see, my options were:
1. Go to Willow's and stay there for the night.
2. Go back to William's and get my key.
Or
3. Stay out here all night.
Then if I was *really* desperate . . .
4. I'd go to one of the neighbors and crash there.
I went over these options and crossed them out mentally, one by one.
"Number 4, I *so* cannot do." I know they'd accept me into their homes, but I never really got to know them that well. Instead of calling us friends, call us close acquaintances.
"Number 3, I *so* wouldn't *like* to do." Staying out wouldn't bug me . . . Oh, except for the fact that I'd be sitting out in the dark for some time and be eaten alive my mosquitoes. Riiiight. I would *love* to have that.
"Number 2, I just *totally* dread." I whined, "But gladly, can't do." William had left with Amy, that means the house was locked. I felt shame on myself. I *knew* I was just trying to make excuses not to go back there. Grandma Jenny would be home and she would be able to open the door for me, but how was I to know if William was back or not? I *so* did not like risking the fact that I could see him again. Especially since I now liked him, no matter how hard I tried not to.
"Number 1 . . . I could go to Willow's." But she was tutoring today. You know, being the brainiac n' all. Sure, I was in honors and advanced classes with her, but I could never live up to having straight A's since, like, forever! Which she had. Having A's all her life has *got* to make that person conceited, but hello? She's *my friend*. I wouldn't have a friend who's conceited. How could I stand it?
I pulled out my cell and called Willow who gladly complied. She told me that she'd stop by my house after her lesson.
Now, having nothing to occupy my mind, my thoughts floated back to this evenings incident. No, not the incident where I forgot my key, but the incident that kept me from getting back my key.
William had almost kissed me! For God's sake! My face flamed at the memory of him holding me in his arms as he had kissed my neck, feeling his hard on against me.
I shook my head in embarrassment of not being experienced. I never had a boyfriend in my life and without touching my lips, he had brought forth such powerful feelings, needs, in me.
I shook my head again to clear my thoughts and turned to my guitar.
Strumming a chord, I closed my eyes and let my feelings wash over me, "I could lose my heart tonight . . . If you don't turn and walk away . . ."
My eyes drifted open in surprise and I said, "Wow. That sounds good." I giggled at myself and wrote the lyrics down, along with the chords. Then, continued to sing.
"Cause the way I feel I might . . . Lose control and let you stay." I noted these words onto paper as well and went on, "Cause I could . . . Take you in my arms . . . And never let you go." Closing my eyes once more, I imagined William's face and sang truly, from my heart, "I could fall in love with you . . . I could fall in love with you . . ."
My eyes brimmed with tears and I opened my eyes to let the salty water flow freely, as did my singing, "I can only wonder how, touching you would make me feel . . ." I remembered our encounter in his house and how good, how right and wrong it felt. "But if I take that chance right now, tomorrow, will you want me still?" William had pulled me and pushed me to the point where I didn't know what to do anymore. "So I should, keep this to myself . . . And never let you know -" I stopped playing and buried my face in my hands. That's what I was going to do.
I was never going to tell him how I felt. I mean, if I *did* kiss him, *would* he want me the next day? The next moment? Every. Single. Time that I tried to be his friend again . . . Or maybe even something more, he *pushed* me away. He told me I was a nobody and that's how it was going to stay.
"Damn, this sucks." I pouted.
~*~*~*~*~*~
I had long stopped crying and pondering whether or not I should continue liking William, and my answer was still, well, unanswered. Instead, I pushed all my questions aside and dedicated my time to my music.
"I could fall . . . in love . . . With you . . ." I sang, fingers plucking at strings. I paused and checked my left hand to see what chord I was playing and noted it on my paper. "And I know it's not right . . . And I guess I should try . . . To do what I should do . . . But I . . . Could fall in love . . . Fall in love with -"
"Wow."
I froze and slowly turned my head to the sound of the voice.
"How long have you been standing there?" I asked, freaked that someone actually heard one of my compositions. Especially since that someone who had heard it was the object of my inspiration, misery, and of whom I meant this song for, *but* never wanted to let hear it, or even *know* about it. God, this was embarrassing. Maybe he didn't know it was about him. Yeah! If he gets any suspicions, I could just say it's about somebody else.
William shrugged, "Not long." His hands were shoved into his black jeans pockets, much like he had done the first time we had met.
He stood there in awkward silence with me just staring blankly at him while he looked anywhere but me. I just couldn't take the quiet anymore and finally said, "Penny for your thoughts?"
William's eyes finally landed on me and he walked over to sit on one of the steps, "Lyrics for yours?"
"What?"
He grabbed a sheet of paper that had part of my song scribbled on it and he scanned through it, "Lyrics for your thoughts, pet."
I made a move to grab the paper, clearly embarrassed. He pulled away. "Give it back."
"No, I'm reading it."
"William!"
He smirked, "I'm reading it! Be polite." He read through it as I tried to snatch it away.
I rolled my eyes, "William, can you *please* give me back my paper?"
He pretended to think, "Hm . . . Can I?"
"*May* you *please*?!" I asked irritated.
He sat and looked at the sky a moment, then shook his head, "Nah."
I swatted his arm, "Will! Just give it to me!"
"No." He stuck his tongue at me. He *actually* stuck his *tongue* at me.
I giggled, "My God. I think you're the most immature person I've ever met." I shook my head and he playfully looked offended. I took this chance to grab the paper from his hands.
"Aha! Got it." I held the paper to me.
"Hey!" William pouted and lunged for the paper. Holding it out of his reach, he dove for me and tackled me onto the lawn. We rolled as he tried to pull the sheet from me. Out of breath, we stopped moving and the two us breathed heavily.
William was on top of me and me under, encaged by his arms and leather duster. I looked up and was met with a pair of beautiful, blue eyes. Our faces were so close. He was staring intensely at me and I could almost see what was going on in his head.
I turned away from his stare and laid my hands on his chest. I lightly pushed on him, but he didn't move.
I was then forced to look at him. "William?" I asked in confusion.
He laid a finger to my lips, which traveled down to my neck, to my collar bone, between the valley of my breasts, and finally made it's journey to the end of my shirt. He licked his lips as he brushed his fingers across my skin once his hand had gotten under my shirt. His gaze bounced from my eyes to my mouth. He leaned in, continuing to look from my eyes and mouth until he was a breath away from my lips. His eyes fluttered closed and I felt such a strong desire to pull him close, but as quickly as I felt that, anger welled up inside me.
Before he kissed me, I pushed him off with force. He rolled to his side and his eyes shot open in surprise.
I quickly straightened up my shirt and turned to look at him, "What the *hell* of a game are you playing at, William?"
He stood and asked in confusion, "What?"
I stood up as well and stared into his eyes, "What do you *want* from me?" He opened his mouth to speak, but like always, I cut him off, "I mean, first - first you want me . . . And then. Then the next, you *don't*! God, I can't make you out! I just don't understand you!"
He ran a hand through his hair, "I'm sorry."
I threw my hands in the air and talked to an invisible person, "He says he's sorry." I rolled my eyes but said in a calmer, "Look, why are you here, anyways?" Somewhere in my mind, I was hoping, *hoping*, that he had come here to tell him how much he was wrong in all that he had done. I was hoping that he would tell me that he liked me too . . . But alas. It is *my* life we're talking about here. *Nothing* ever goes my way.
He pointed to his eyes, "No glasses."
My eyes widened and I replied, "Oh! I forgot my glasses at your house. Thanks for bringing them."
He gave me a look and I asked, "What? You didn't bring them?"
He rolled he eyes and said, "No, pet! Look at me! I'm wearing no glasses! I got contacts!" His arms were stretched out to display himself, ginning from ear to ear.
I shook my head in sadness and a frown marred my face, "I really don't get you."
"What's there to get?" His grin faded, his hands flopped to his sides.
I snorted, "For one, why do you think I'd *care*? After how you treated me at your house?"
He looked sheepish and embarrassed, "I just thought -"
I shook me head, "You thought wrong. And then, you come here, thinking you can *kiss* me? What the *hell* is your problem?"
Just as he was about to reply, Willow made her appearance on my driveway, "Hey, Lizzie! I'm -" She paused as she tried to recognize the man on her yard, "William?"
"Hello, Red." He said happily.
Her face soon turned into a scowl and she replied coldy, "Don't you 'Hello, Red,' me, buster. What are you doing here?"
In ignoring me all these years, he had also ignored Willow. She had nothing but anger towards him.
As the two talked, I gathered up my things without William noticing and when I interrupted the pair's sparring with a, "Can we go?" to Willow, she agreed and left William standing on the front of my lawn by himself.
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A/N: *giggles* I kind of figured that this chapter was a "little" long. But can't you see how much I want this story to get to the main part? *growls* Grr . . . *pouts* Oh how long it takes! *faints* heheheeh . . .
~Disclaimer: Agh! I forgot to add this . . . *sheepish grin* The two songs that Elizabeth sang were, "I'll never get over you (getting over me) by Expose and the other is called "I could fall in love" by Selena.
*sobs* Selena, may you rest in peace. *sniffles*
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