~*~SiMpLy CoMpLiCaTeD~*~
~Disclaimer: Nothing is what I own. . .What I own is nothing but I guess it's something. . .and something is better than nothing. . .but wouldn't nothing be something? And since something is what I own. . . Technically, I DO own something. . .not nothing. Ha! Take THAT Joss! Hmph. *crosses arms over chest*
~A/N: Alrighty. . .I finally figured out a way to write this. Wasn't sure how good it turned out. Whatcha think?
Oh, and my lovely darlings. . .*sniffles* Your reviews were just. . .*thinks* You know, words can't describe how much they've made me happy. ^_^ Thank you to those who reviewed and who have continued to read my story. Thank you so much!!!
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It's funny.
There are times in your life when you're looking for something. . .and you just can't ever find it.
William was thinking the exact same thing.
After hearing all the comments about the new babe in school, William was nearing the brink of insanity, wondering who this girl was. He thought Xander lucky because he had gotten at least a glimpse of her hair that morning, but that was it. William, though, had seen nothing.
Now here were the two men, wandering the halls in search of this said-to-be beautiful girl on campus.
The pair proceeded outside and was halted by a herd of students, all crowding around something. . .or someone.
"Look! That's her!" Xander exclaimed.
"Where?!" William asked, eager to see this said-to-be beautiful girl.
Xander pointed at a girl with hair set in waves, smiling at her red headed companion.
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I was enjoying the attention and the unending questioning of who I was. But I simply stayed quiet and smiled at the confusion etched across each of their faces.
Willow sat with me outside and we were laughing about how everyone wouldn't stop looking at me. . .That's when I heard someone shout.
"Look! That's her!"
It was Xander's voice.
And being the best friend of the man I wanted to see me. . .
That meant only one thing: William was finally here.
Then again, I also knew he was here because I had just seen him exit the building with Xander, heads turning with eyes searching. . .for someone.
Searching for me. Did they know who I was?
They began to head towards us.
I guess we'll just have to see. . .
I sucked in a breath and clutched Willow's hand, "Oh my God. . .He's here."
The red head squeaked, "He is? Where?" Her head spun around and her eyes widened when she spotted them. "Eep!"
My heart was pounding, "Oh God, Willow. What do I do? What do I do?" I was panicking now, my hands strayed to my skirt and began to straighten it out.
I was about to reach up to fix my hair when Willow stopped me, saying, "Stay cool. Don't fret. Don't try to look like you're *trying* to get his attention. Play hard to get." I nodded.
Right. Keep it cool. I rolled my shoulders and tilted my head from side to side, then I just sat there; trying my best to look normal.
"Breathe!" Willow instructed.
I nodded quickly, "Right. Right . .I knew that." I took a deep breath and let it out slowly.
"Eep!"
I jumped at her outburst. "What?" I asked in alarm.
She pointed at the glasses on my head, "Shades. Shades!" She pulled the sunglasses over my eyes, making sure that I wouldn't be recognized.
"It's ok, Wills. I doubt he'll know who I am," I tried to persuade her.
"Trust me. . .I-it's e-easier to tell w-who you are without them." Willow advised.
"Ok," I agreed, "Oh shoot! Here they come!"
I could tell Willow was nervous too, she had stuttered and her face was beginning to flush. She was really nervous for me.
"Hello, ladies," William greeted.
What do I do? What do I do? Oh my God. . .What should I say? Shoot! Um. . .
Willow was gazing at William and then noticing that I didn't say anything, she gave me a look, urging me with her eyes to say or do something.
So I stood up and finally decided on saying, "Hi." Then I turned to walk away, Willow trailing behind.
"Hi? That's all I get? A 'hi'?" William pouted.
I sighed, trying my best to look "not interested" by checking my nails, "Did you want something else?"
Will cocked his head to the side, "Maybe I wanted to ask if you wanted to go out sometime."
My heart jumped right then and I tried my best to suppress the growing smile that was about to appear. He wanted to go out with me! With ME! Agh!
Whoa. . .Keep it cool, I remembered.
"Go out. . .with you?" I raised a brow.
"Right."
I put a hand on my hip, "And *why*, exactly, would I want to do *that*?"
William shrugged, shoving his hands in the leather pockets of his duster, "I don't know. . .Maybe because. . .I like you."
My heart was doing summersaults now, but they immediately fell flat on their butt when his words sunk in.
Sure, he liked me. . .But. . .Already? He didn't even know who I *was*. He really *was* a player, wasn't he?
"You like me." I repeated.
"Yeah, I do." He threw me a sexy smile.
I sighed and shook my head sadly, "That's too bad."
"What? Why?" He frowned.
I shrugged, "Because you said that you wanted to be friends."
William was definitely confused, "What? I did? When?"
I smiled, "Just think about it." And with that, I spun on my heel and walked away.
"Hey, wait. What's with the cold shoulder, luv?" William asked, falling into stride with me.
An idea popped in my head. A perfect thing to say back at him to leave him thinking.
I stopped and turned to look at him, "Not possible." I continued walking, with him still planted in place. Saying over my shoulder, I finished, "*No one* has a cold shoulder."
William's brows furrowed as confusion was clearly written on his face. I lowered my shades and winked at him. Smiling as his eyes widened in realization when he saw my green eyes, I slipped through the heavy door and into the building where Willow had watched the whole exchange through the door's windows.
Willow was frowning, but I had no idea why. When I entered the building though, she smiled at me and congratulated me on a job well done.
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I left school earlier than usual. I *knew* that William finally knew who I was. I couldn't let him find me. I wasn't up to talking to him just yet. So, I decided to slip out of class at least fifteen minutes before the bell.
As I walked down the cement steps, a deep voice sounded behind me.
"I was wondering when you'd come out. I thought I'd have to wait for you all day," William said, tossing a cigarette to the ground.
My eyes widened and I slowly turned around. "So, you figured it out."
William shrugged and shoved his hand into his pockets, "Wasn't so hard." he looked up at me, "When I saw your eyes. . .I knew who you were."
We held each other's gazes for a moment until it became to much for me. What the heck? I thought he wanted to be friends. . .but what's with these little hints? Argh!
"So why'd you wait?" I asked, leaning on a low wall.
He sighed and looked up, making it seem as if he was trying to hear the heavens answer that question for him. "I. . .I just wanted to tell you. . ."
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A/N: Oh, pickle. *pulling hair out* I am driving myself nutty! NUTTY I TELL YOU! I think I'm gonna rewrite this. . .I think. . .I think. . .*sobs* I think I'm catching writer's block!!! *enter scary music: dum dum dum. . .* I'm serious, though! HELP! I don't want writer's block. Uh-uh. *sniffles*
So. . .I HOPE you don't mind that this chapter was kind of short. (Kind of short? Ok. . .try REALLY short)*hides under blankets* I didn't mean to write it this short. . .It's just that. . .school and writer's block and such. . .*sigh*
Please be kind and review. =) Please? Pretty please? I soooo need some inspiration on how to continue.
~Disclaimer: Nothing is what I own. . .What I own is nothing but I guess it's something. . .and something is better than nothing. . .but wouldn't nothing be something? And since something is what I own. . . Technically, I DO own something. . .not nothing. Ha! Take THAT Joss! Hmph. *crosses arms over chest*
~A/N: Alrighty. . .I finally figured out a way to write this. Wasn't sure how good it turned out. Whatcha think?
Oh, and my lovely darlings. . .*sniffles* Your reviews were just. . .*thinks* You know, words can't describe how much they've made me happy. ^_^ Thank you to those who reviewed and who have continued to read my story. Thank you so much!!!
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It's funny.
There are times in your life when you're looking for something. . .and you just can't ever find it.
William was thinking the exact same thing.
After hearing all the comments about the new babe in school, William was nearing the brink of insanity, wondering who this girl was. He thought Xander lucky because he had gotten at least a glimpse of her hair that morning, but that was it. William, though, had seen nothing.
Now here were the two men, wandering the halls in search of this said-to-be beautiful girl on campus.
The pair proceeded outside and was halted by a herd of students, all crowding around something. . .or someone.
"Look! That's her!" Xander exclaimed.
"Where?!" William asked, eager to see this said-to-be beautiful girl.
Xander pointed at a girl with hair set in waves, smiling at her red headed companion.
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I was enjoying the attention and the unending questioning of who I was. But I simply stayed quiet and smiled at the confusion etched across each of their faces.
Willow sat with me outside and we were laughing about how everyone wouldn't stop looking at me. . .That's when I heard someone shout.
"Look! That's her!"
It was Xander's voice.
And being the best friend of the man I wanted to see me. . .
That meant only one thing: William was finally here.
Then again, I also knew he was here because I had just seen him exit the building with Xander, heads turning with eyes searching. . .for someone.
Searching for me. Did they know who I was?
They began to head towards us.
I guess we'll just have to see. . .
I sucked in a breath and clutched Willow's hand, "Oh my God. . .He's here."
The red head squeaked, "He is? Where?" Her head spun around and her eyes widened when she spotted them. "Eep!"
My heart was pounding, "Oh God, Willow. What do I do? What do I do?" I was panicking now, my hands strayed to my skirt and began to straighten it out.
I was about to reach up to fix my hair when Willow stopped me, saying, "Stay cool. Don't fret. Don't try to look like you're *trying* to get his attention. Play hard to get." I nodded.
Right. Keep it cool. I rolled my shoulders and tilted my head from side to side, then I just sat there; trying my best to look normal.
"Breathe!" Willow instructed.
I nodded quickly, "Right. Right . .I knew that." I took a deep breath and let it out slowly.
"Eep!"
I jumped at her outburst. "What?" I asked in alarm.
She pointed at the glasses on my head, "Shades. Shades!" She pulled the sunglasses over my eyes, making sure that I wouldn't be recognized.
"It's ok, Wills. I doubt he'll know who I am," I tried to persuade her.
"Trust me. . .I-it's e-easier to tell w-who you are without them." Willow advised.
"Ok," I agreed, "Oh shoot! Here they come!"
I could tell Willow was nervous too, she had stuttered and her face was beginning to flush. She was really nervous for me.
"Hello, ladies," William greeted.
What do I do? What do I do? Oh my God. . .What should I say? Shoot! Um. . .
Willow was gazing at William and then noticing that I didn't say anything, she gave me a look, urging me with her eyes to say or do something.
So I stood up and finally decided on saying, "Hi." Then I turned to walk away, Willow trailing behind.
"Hi? That's all I get? A 'hi'?" William pouted.
I sighed, trying my best to look "not interested" by checking my nails, "Did you want something else?"
Will cocked his head to the side, "Maybe I wanted to ask if you wanted to go out sometime."
My heart jumped right then and I tried my best to suppress the growing smile that was about to appear. He wanted to go out with me! With ME! Agh!
Whoa. . .Keep it cool, I remembered.
"Go out. . .with you?" I raised a brow.
"Right."
I put a hand on my hip, "And *why*, exactly, would I want to do *that*?"
William shrugged, shoving his hands in the leather pockets of his duster, "I don't know. . .Maybe because. . .I like you."
My heart was doing summersaults now, but they immediately fell flat on their butt when his words sunk in.
Sure, he liked me. . .But. . .Already? He didn't even know who I *was*. He really *was* a player, wasn't he?
"You like me." I repeated.
"Yeah, I do." He threw me a sexy smile.
I sighed and shook my head sadly, "That's too bad."
"What? Why?" He frowned.
I shrugged, "Because you said that you wanted to be friends."
William was definitely confused, "What? I did? When?"
I smiled, "Just think about it." And with that, I spun on my heel and walked away.
"Hey, wait. What's with the cold shoulder, luv?" William asked, falling into stride with me.
An idea popped in my head. A perfect thing to say back at him to leave him thinking.
I stopped and turned to look at him, "Not possible." I continued walking, with him still planted in place. Saying over my shoulder, I finished, "*No one* has a cold shoulder."
William's brows furrowed as confusion was clearly written on his face. I lowered my shades and winked at him. Smiling as his eyes widened in realization when he saw my green eyes, I slipped through the heavy door and into the building where Willow had watched the whole exchange through the door's windows.
Willow was frowning, but I had no idea why. When I entered the building though, she smiled at me and congratulated me on a job well done.
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I left school earlier than usual. I *knew* that William finally knew who I was. I couldn't let him find me. I wasn't up to talking to him just yet. So, I decided to slip out of class at least fifteen minutes before the bell.
As I walked down the cement steps, a deep voice sounded behind me.
"I was wondering when you'd come out. I thought I'd have to wait for you all day," William said, tossing a cigarette to the ground.
My eyes widened and I slowly turned around. "So, you figured it out."
William shrugged and shoved his hand into his pockets, "Wasn't so hard." he looked up at me, "When I saw your eyes. . .I knew who you were."
We held each other's gazes for a moment until it became to much for me. What the heck? I thought he wanted to be friends. . .but what's with these little hints? Argh!
"So why'd you wait?" I asked, leaning on a low wall.
He sighed and looked up, making it seem as if he was trying to hear the heavens answer that question for him. "I. . .I just wanted to tell you. . ."
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A/N: Oh, pickle. *pulling hair out* I am driving myself nutty! NUTTY I TELL YOU! I think I'm gonna rewrite this. . .I think. . .I think. . .*sobs* I think I'm catching writer's block!!! *enter scary music: dum dum dum. . .* I'm serious, though! HELP! I don't want writer's block. Uh-uh. *sniffles*
So. . .I HOPE you don't mind that this chapter was kind of short. (Kind of short? Ok. . .try REALLY short)*hides under blankets* I didn't mean to write it this short. . .It's just that. . .school and writer's block and such. . .*sigh*
Please be kind and review. =) Please? Pretty please? I soooo need some inspiration on how to continue.