AN: I'm sorry if this looks like a lame chapter, but I'm just trying to
complete the transformation of William to Spike. After that, who knows what
might happen?
Chapter 21
The Saturday began slowly and painfully, getting out of bed. William wasn't used to the hard mattress and his back hurt terribly. But today he could go outside, his aunt had told him. Be it with her and not on his own, which he hated. He had apologised to her, just a gesture to get along this weekend and so he could actually do something.
"Are you ready, hon? We're going shopping, remember?"
"Yes, I know. I'll be ready in a minute."
His pants were not that big of a problem, but his shirt caused him again much pain. He needed some shirts that he could button up. He slowly walked down the stairs and saw his aunt was already waiting for him.
"Let's go, we'll have a lot of time to shop."
William stepped with her in the car and looked outside through the window. His aunt tried to start a conversation now and again, but Will refused to look her way and didn't speak. They stopped at a big shopping mall.
"Do you know what you are looking for?"
"No, I'll see. . ."
They went into some of the shops were his uncle always went, but William didn't like any of the clothes that hung there.
"I'm going alone."
"But. . . You don't know your way here!"
"So? It'll not be that difficult. Where do we meet each other?"
"Errr. . . at the car, in about an hour?"
"Good, see you then."
William walked alone, for the first time in months. He actually felt free. Suddenly he heard someone shouting his name. He looked down and saw two young people waving at him. He shrugged and walked away, he didn't want to see them right now.
"Why would he just walk away?"
"Are you sure it was him?"
"Yeah, I'd recognise that face anywhere."
"Should we look for him?"
"No Will, just let him be. . .I think he'll be okay."
William had walked straight into a second hand shop. He immediately fell in love with the long leather coat he saw there. He checked the price tag and was disappointed. . . It was so bloody expensive. The man behind the counter came towards him.
"Lovely coat, isn't it? It arrived yesterday, a young man who sold it to pay off his debts." "Yeah. . .Can't afford it either."
"Are you British?"
"Guess it still shows, huh? William Carrington." He said as he stretched out his hand.
"John." Said the other as he shook his. Then he looked at William carefully. "Is it possible that I know you?"
"Don't know, maybe."
"You're that British student that got shot a few months ago, right?"
"Errr, yeah."
"Everybody was very shocked when they heard the news. I tell you what, if you buy your clothes in this shop, I'll give you the coat for free."
"Are you serious?"
"'Course I am, I'm an American." John winked.
He led William towards the rest of the clothes, where the young man found a jeans, shirt and button up t-shirt to cover up.
"How do I look?" He asked with a smirk towards John.
"I think it's time for the finishing touch."
John took the coat and gave him to William, who put it on.
"Great, you look like a halfway punker."
"It's still not my thing. . . This is still not me!"
"Who do you want to become then?"
"That's just it, I don't know. . . As far away as possible from the boy I was."
"You'll never be the same you were before."
"How would you know?" Will answered in a defensive tone.
"I lived it. . .I had a car accident a few years back. I'm not the happy guy I used to be."
"I'm sorry, mate."
"Don't be, you were far worse off. Take good care off that baby, will you?"
"Of course. . . Thanks." He said as he turned around to the exit.
"No worries, I just hope you'll get by okay."
"I'll be fine." William answered smiling.
Chapter 21
The Saturday began slowly and painfully, getting out of bed. William wasn't used to the hard mattress and his back hurt terribly. But today he could go outside, his aunt had told him. Be it with her and not on his own, which he hated. He had apologised to her, just a gesture to get along this weekend and so he could actually do something.
"Are you ready, hon? We're going shopping, remember?"
"Yes, I know. I'll be ready in a minute."
His pants were not that big of a problem, but his shirt caused him again much pain. He needed some shirts that he could button up. He slowly walked down the stairs and saw his aunt was already waiting for him.
"Let's go, we'll have a lot of time to shop."
William stepped with her in the car and looked outside through the window. His aunt tried to start a conversation now and again, but Will refused to look her way and didn't speak. They stopped at a big shopping mall.
"Do you know what you are looking for?"
"No, I'll see. . ."
They went into some of the shops were his uncle always went, but William didn't like any of the clothes that hung there.
"I'm going alone."
"But. . . You don't know your way here!"
"So? It'll not be that difficult. Where do we meet each other?"
"Errr. . . at the car, in about an hour?"
"Good, see you then."
William walked alone, for the first time in months. He actually felt free. Suddenly he heard someone shouting his name. He looked down and saw two young people waving at him. He shrugged and walked away, he didn't want to see them right now.
"Why would he just walk away?"
"Are you sure it was him?"
"Yeah, I'd recognise that face anywhere."
"Should we look for him?"
"No Will, just let him be. . .I think he'll be okay."
William had walked straight into a second hand shop. He immediately fell in love with the long leather coat he saw there. He checked the price tag and was disappointed. . . It was so bloody expensive. The man behind the counter came towards him.
"Lovely coat, isn't it? It arrived yesterday, a young man who sold it to pay off his debts." "Yeah. . .Can't afford it either."
"Are you British?"
"Guess it still shows, huh? William Carrington." He said as he stretched out his hand.
"John." Said the other as he shook his. Then he looked at William carefully. "Is it possible that I know you?"
"Don't know, maybe."
"You're that British student that got shot a few months ago, right?"
"Errr, yeah."
"Everybody was very shocked when they heard the news. I tell you what, if you buy your clothes in this shop, I'll give you the coat for free."
"Are you serious?"
"'Course I am, I'm an American." John winked.
He led William towards the rest of the clothes, where the young man found a jeans, shirt and button up t-shirt to cover up.
"How do I look?" He asked with a smirk towards John.
"I think it's time for the finishing touch."
John took the coat and gave him to William, who put it on.
"Great, you look like a halfway punker."
"It's still not my thing. . . This is still not me!"
"Who do you want to become then?"
"That's just it, I don't know. . . As far away as possible from the boy I was."
"You'll never be the same you were before."
"How would you know?" Will answered in a defensive tone.
"I lived it. . .I had a car accident a few years back. I'm not the happy guy I used to be."
"I'm sorry, mate."
"Don't be, you were far worse off. Take good care off that baby, will you?"
"Of course. . . Thanks." He said as he turned around to the exit.
"No worries, I just hope you'll get by okay."
"I'll be fine." William answered smiling.