~*~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: Hey! Sorry for the long wait. *bites lip* I've been pushing myself to get out of this writer's block. I think I shocked MYSELF by having Buffy see Will and. . .well. . .Will, together. I must've shocked myself to the point that I didn't know how to continue. LoL I tried to figure out how to move things along, but I still have *no* idea how. So this chapter is like. . .an intermission kind of thing. PLEASE bear with me. *puppy dog eyes*
Thanks for the reviews! They've kept me motivated to continue writing. Thanks. *sniffles*
~*~*~*~Just a dream~*~*~*~
It was just a dream.
A nightmare.
I had fallen asleep. . .
And. . . And I was just imagining all of this. Nothing was real.
My heart slapped against my ribs and I curled my hand into fist. My nails dug into my skin and I winced.
"Lizzie!" Willow slid off of William and wiped a hand across her sweaty forehead.
Shit.
This wasn't a dream.
My startled gaze slid from Willow to my boyfriend who was squinting at me, not even bothering to pull up his pants that stayed bunched up around his ankles.
No, this wasn't a dream.
If it were, I would've waken up already.
Finally finding my voice, I was able to ask calmly, "I'm sorry, am I interrupting something?"
William's head tilted to the side of his shoulder and like he was dizzy. He shook his head to clear it and hiccupped, glaring at the floor, he ignored me.
I began to back away from the room. My steps faltered, but I grabbed onto the doorknob to help me stand.
Willow walked over to me, guilt plain across her face, "Lizzie, I can explain-"
"You don't have to," I muttered coldly.
She stuttered, "B-but. . .T-this-"
"Can you put some clothes on?" I growled, turning my face away from her.
She nodded quickly, crouching down to the floor and picking her t-shirt off the floor. Slipping it over her head, she continued, "T-this. . .It isn't- ," she swallowed, looking from my pained face to William's dazed one. "It's not w-what it looks like."
I snorted, "It's not what it looks like?! It's not what it fucking LOOKS LIKE?!"
I threw my hands in the air and she looked at the carpet, ashamed, "I-it's not w-what you think. . ."
I laughed humorlessly, "Fine. Tell me, *Willow*," I spat her name, "What is it then? What were you doing to him? Because I sure as *hell* could've sworn that you were having sex with *my* boyfriend."
She snorted, "*To* him," Then she mumbled something under her breath.
"What was that?" I asked angrily.
She tilted her head up to face me. She gave me a steely glare, "I said, 'I wasn't the only willing participant."
That got me.
My eyes widened in shock, "E-excuse me?" I had intended to have my words come out in a shout, but they left my lips in a whisper.
What the hell did she mean by that? Did William want her? Did he make a move on her? Was everything a lie? Oh God. . .
Tears built in my eyes, but I blinked them away. I was determined to show her how unaffected I was by her words, but Willow noticed.
I expected her to continue, rubbing it into my face that she had sex with William when *I* hadn't. I expected her to throw her chin up in the air, saying how he begged her for release and screamed her name, not mine.
And she surprised me.
Because she did.
"Lizzie, I *did* tell you to be careful," Willow sighed, going back to sit on my boyfriend's lap, "What? You thought you could keep him satisfied? Poor Elizabeth, so young, so naïve." She shook her head and ran a finger along his lips and he took it in his mouth.
"William?" I whispered, not believing what I was seeing.
Willow grinned evilly as she pulled William up and pushed him onto his bed. He groaned and I wasn't sure if that was from pain or pleasure as Willow, my best friend, straddled his waist, "He told me he loved me, you know," she turned to kiss him and she said to him, "I finally have you."
"Get off him," I threatened.
"Or what?" She shot back. With a trembling hand, I grabbed a nearby lamp and hurled it at her head. I had never been so angry in my life.
She screamed as it hit the wall above her.
She gasped, "Shit. I thought you were aiming for me." She slumped against William, "For once, I was actually scared that you'd want to kill me-"
I grinded my teeth. "What are you talking about?" I threw her pants at her, "I missed."
She stared at me wide eyed as she slipped on her pants. As her weight moved off the bed, something rolled from under. A glass bottle, I think. . .I didn't care at the moment and the image of the bottle disappeared from my memory.
"I hope you'll be wise and leave here before I do something that I'll regret-" I paused, "Wait - no, stay. I won't regret a thing." I gripped a chair that was by the wall and she tensed. Satisfied, I flipped my hair and left the room.
"Elizabeth!"
"Grandma!" I greeted in false enthusiasm and tried to hide my teary eyes. Grandma Jenny was right beside the door, holding a laundry basket.
She hugged me, "Are you here to see William? It's sweet that you are. You make such a cute couple." I opened my mouth reply, but she cut me off, "Oh, sorry. I'm holding you back. Go on, now. He's in his room with that sweet red head girl, Willow. He needed help with his studies-"
At the mention of *her* name, I backed towards the front door, "I've gotta go."
~*~*~*~*~*~
I ran home that day, feeling the tears begin to rise to the surface.
William. *My* William. . .had cheated on me. God, I was such a fool.
And to think he cheated on me with Willow! God, I wanted to die. Did I do something wrong?
"What did I do to deserve this?" I screamed, looking up at the heaven's through blurry eyes. Tears trailed down my cheek and covered my face in my hands. No, I wasn't gonna cry. He wasn't worth my tears. I knew what I was getting into when I began.
But I trusted him. The way he looked at me told me that I could trust my life- my heart, in his hands. He had made me so happy. . .
I wasn't gonna cry. I wasn't gonna cry.
Damn it.
I can cry all I want.
~*~*~*~*~*~
Returning home, I stepped in to see a brunette girl in the house.
She turned around from looking at the hanging portraits, "Oh, hi! I'm Cordelia."
I smiled and wiped my eyes, "Hi. I'm Buffy. It's nice to finally meet you. Dan has told me so much about you."
She rolled her eyes playfully, "Good things, I hope." I already had taken a liking to this girl. She was nice and easy to get along. Besides. . .I was in need of a good friend, I sadly added.
I laughed, "Of course. So where'd you come from?"
"L.A. My mom lives there, it's why I didn't come here sooner," she shrugged, "We used to have this schedule thing where mom would have me for a year and then my dad for a year."
"Wow."
She sighed, "Yeah. And I'm sick of it." She winked at me and my eyes widened.
I nodded, "So. . .does that mean. . .?"
She nodded happily, "I'm staying here with my dad!" We hugged each other and I told her about how I would show her all the hot spots in Sunnydale this weekend.
~*~*~*~*~*~
Meanwhile. . .At William's house
"Fuck!" William swore.
Willow joined in with the cursing and pouted, "Shit."
He groaned, putting a hand to his pounding head, "What the bloody hell?" He shook his head and looked up at the girl above him. His eyes widened in shock, "Red?!"
Willow bit her lip and stopped rocking against him. I didn't even to cum first, Willow thought angrily. She looked down at him, "Looks like the alcohol wore off. . ."
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A/N: Writer's block is a *bleep*. Ugh. *sobs* *kicks wall*
Please be kind and reivew. =)
~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: Hey! Sorry for the long wait. *bites lip* I've been pushing myself to get out of this writer's block. I think I shocked MYSELF by having Buffy see Will and. . .well. . .Will, together. I must've shocked myself to the point that I didn't know how to continue. LoL I tried to figure out how to move things along, but I still have *no* idea how. So this chapter is like. . .an intermission kind of thing. PLEASE bear with me. *puppy dog eyes*
Thanks for the reviews! They've kept me motivated to continue writing. Thanks. *sniffles*
~*~*~*~Just a dream~*~*~*~
It was just a dream.
A nightmare.
I had fallen asleep. . .
And. . . And I was just imagining all of this. Nothing was real.
My heart slapped against my ribs and I curled my hand into fist. My nails dug into my skin and I winced.
"Lizzie!" Willow slid off of William and wiped a hand across her sweaty forehead.
Shit.
This wasn't a dream.
My startled gaze slid from Willow to my boyfriend who was squinting at me, not even bothering to pull up his pants that stayed bunched up around his ankles.
No, this wasn't a dream.
If it were, I would've waken up already.
Finally finding my voice, I was able to ask calmly, "I'm sorry, am I interrupting something?"
William's head tilted to the side of his shoulder and like he was dizzy. He shook his head to clear it and hiccupped, glaring at the floor, he ignored me.
I began to back away from the room. My steps faltered, but I grabbed onto the doorknob to help me stand.
Willow walked over to me, guilt plain across her face, "Lizzie, I can explain-"
"You don't have to," I muttered coldly.
She stuttered, "B-but. . .T-this-"
"Can you put some clothes on?" I growled, turning my face away from her.
She nodded quickly, crouching down to the floor and picking her t-shirt off the floor. Slipping it over her head, she continued, "T-this. . .It isn't- ," she swallowed, looking from my pained face to William's dazed one. "It's not w-what it looks like."
I snorted, "It's not what it looks like?! It's not what it fucking LOOKS LIKE?!"
I threw my hands in the air and she looked at the carpet, ashamed, "I-it's not w-what you think. . ."
I laughed humorlessly, "Fine. Tell me, *Willow*," I spat her name, "What is it then? What were you doing to him? Because I sure as *hell* could've sworn that you were having sex with *my* boyfriend."
She snorted, "*To* him," Then she mumbled something under her breath.
"What was that?" I asked angrily.
She tilted her head up to face me. She gave me a steely glare, "I said, 'I wasn't the only willing participant."
That got me.
My eyes widened in shock, "E-excuse me?" I had intended to have my words come out in a shout, but they left my lips in a whisper.
What the hell did she mean by that? Did William want her? Did he make a move on her? Was everything a lie? Oh God. . .
Tears built in my eyes, but I blinked them away. I was determined to show her how unaffected I was by her words, but Willow noticed.
I expected her to continue, rubbing it into my face that she had sex with William when *I* hadn't. I expected her to throw her chin up in the air, saying how he begged her for release and screamed her name, not mine.
And she surprised me.
Because she did.
"Lizzie, I *did* tell you to be careful," Willow sighed, going back to sit on my boyfriend's lap, "What? You thought you could keep him satisfied? Poor Elizabeth, so young, so naïve." She shook her head and ran a finger along his lips and he took it in his mouth.
"William?" I whispered, not believing what I was seeing.
Willow grinned evilly as she pulled William up and pushed him onto his bed. He groaned and I wasn't sure if that was from pain or pleasure as Willow, my best friend, straddled his waist, "He told me he loved me, you know," she turned to kiss him and she said to him, "I finally have you."
"Get off him," I threatened.
"Or what?" She shot back. With a trembling hand, I grabbed a nearby lamp and hurled it at her head. I had never been so angry in my life.
She screamed as it hit the wall above her.
She gasped, "Shit. I thought you were aiming for me." She slumped against William, "For once, I was actually scared that you'd want to kill me-"
I grinded my teeth. "What are you talking about?" I threw her pants at her, "I missed."
She stared at me wide eyed as she slipped on her pants. As her weight moved off the bed, something rolled from under. A glass bottle, I think. . .I didn't care at the moment and the image of the bottle disappeared from my memory.
"I hope you'll be wise and leave here before I do something that I'll regret-" I paused, "Wait - no, stay. I won't regret a thing." I gripped a chair that was by the wall and she tensed. Satisfied, I flipped my hair and left the room.
"Elizabeth!"
"Grandma!" I greeted in false enthusiasm and tried to hide my teary eyes. Grandma Jenny was right beside the door, holding a laundry basket.
She hugged me, "Are you here to see William? It's sweet that you are. You make such a cute couple." I opened my mouth reply, but she cut me off, "Oh, sorry. I'm holding you back. Go on, now. He's in his room with that sweet red head girl, Willow. He needed help with his studies-"
At the mention of *her* name, I backed towards the front door, "I've gotta go."
~*~*~*~*~*~
I ran home that day, feeling the tears begin to rise to the surface.
William. *My* William. . .had cheated on me. God, I was such a fool.
And to think he cheated on me with Willow! God, I wanted to die. Did I do something wrong?
"What did I do to deserve this?" I screamed, looking up at the heaven's through blurry eyes. Tears trailed down my cheek and covered my face in my hands. No, I wasn't gonna cry. He wasn't worth my tears. I knew what I was getting into when I began.
But I trusted him. The way he looked at me told me that I could trust my life- my heart, in his hands. He had made me so happy. . .
I wasn't gonna cry. I wasn't gonna cry.
Damn it.
I can cry all I want.
~*~*~*~*~*~
Returning home, I stepped in to see a brunette girl in the house.
She turned around from looking at the hanging portraits, "Oh, hi! I'm Cordelia."
I smiled and wiped my eyes, "Hi. I'm Buffy. It's nice to finally meet you. Dan has told me so much about you."
She rolled her eyes playfully, "Good things, I hope." I already had taken a liking to this girl. She was nice and easy to get along. Besides. . .I was in need of a good friend, I sadly added.
I laughed, "Of course. So where'd you come from?"
"L.A. My mom lives there, it's why I didn't come here sooner," she shrugged, "We used to have this schedule thing where mom would have me for a year and then my dad for a year."
"Wow."
She sighed, "Yeah. And I'm sick of it." She winked at me and my eyes widened.
I nodded, "So. . .does that mean. . .?"
She nodded happily, "I'm staying here with my dad!" We hugged each other and I told her about how I would show her all the hot spots in Sunnydale this weekend.
~*~*~*~*~*~
Meanwhile. . .At William's house
"Fuck!" William swore.
Willow joined in with the cursing and pouted, "Shit."
He groaned, putting a hand to his pounding head, "What the bloody hell?" He shook his head and looked up at the girl above him. His eyes widened in shock, "Red?!"
Willow bit her lip and stopped rocking against him. I didn't even to cum first, Willow thought angrily. She looked down at him, "Looks like the alcohol wore off. . ."
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A/N: Writer's block is a *bleep*. Ugh. *sobs* *kicks wall*
Please be kind and reivew. =)