DISCLAIMER: The whole "I don't own it" drift. Yeah. You get the picture. The title of this chappie and the lines at the end come from the song "Two Story Town" by Bon Jovi. It's on the "Crush" CD...Check it out! I love my musical theme! YAY FOR MUSIC!
MY NOTES: Thanks to all reviewers! I love youse guys! lol... I'm in a good mood, because I'm regaining the joy of the Brendan Leonard Show through old tapes, videos on the site, and the promise of a DVD!
Kaykay- Life sucks when the greatest guys are fictional characters. I love long chappies too! I hope I'll get another soon.
Shan- Glad you liked it! Ah...memories! I need to get back to the Simon and Cecilia theme, but...I'm really into this one, and Simon and Cecilia's new fic ain't comin' easy, y'know? I want more of your fic! Rack your brain!
Camden-Kinkirk- In that case, guess you'll be glad to hear that I'm plannin' to have a small bit of Kevin and Luce fun in a coming chap! Stay tuned!
cheerangel1- Thanks! I don't think I'm gonna have Ruthie get it out of her... But if you want to see a "Ruthie gets it out" thing, check out my fic "Something You Can't Take Back." Lots of Ruthie making Simon miserable...Well...not lots, but a good enough amount!
RGBlue- Thanks!
CHAPTER 4: TWO STORY TOWN
When Wilson arrived in Glenoak, he was tired. Very tired. He couldn't remember the last time he'd driven so far. Plus, it was hours earlier in California than in New York. He and Billy spent Sunday with Wilson's mom, Dana West.
Wilson didn't go to church, but his mother took Billy with her. When they got home, they found Wilson asleep on the couch. He woke up, said he was going apartment hunting, then changed. Billy wanted to go along, but Wilson made him stay home with Mrs. West.
Wilson went out to his mom's Buick LeSabre, laughing when he thought of how he'd always called it the "old people car." He sobered again. Now he felt pretty old himself.
He stopped at the first apartment building he saw, parked the car, went up to the building, and stopped at the office. He felt shock and anger rush over him when he saw her. Mary Camden Rivera with a baby boy in her arms. He turned an angry glance in Mary's direction. She looked up at him and gave a start. Charlie was heavy, so she shifted him in her arms, then looked up at Wilson again.
"Hi, Wilson," she said, softly.
"Mary," he replied coldly, with a curt nod.
She knew it wasn't just her that was bugging him. Something was very wrong with Wilson.
"How are you, Wilson?"
"Fine," he said, mentally adding, "except that the woman I love is dead."
She stood up and walked over to him. "Really?" she said, looking up into his eyes. "You're really fine?"
"Yeah. Why wouldn't I be fine?"
"Wilson, I know you better than that." She shifted Charlie's weight to one arm, then raised the other to brush a hand across Wilson's face.
As if by reflex, his hand jerked up to grab her by the wrist. "Don't touch me, Mary."
She looked up into his eyes. Why did she ever leave him? Why didn't she marry him? Why? If she'd only stayed, Carlos could never have hurt her. But he had. And now, she would never get married again. She fought back tears.
"Don't cry," he said, still coldly. "You're married now. And Carlos wouldn't want you here with me."
She looked at him again, and her secret kept threatening to kill her. So she finally let it burst out. "No. I'm not married. Carlos gave me divorce papers last week."
"I'm sorry," he replied, his icy voice making Mary cry more.
"No, you're not," she spouted off angrily. "You're glad. I broke your heart, he broke mine. Now we're even."
Wilson didn't want to argue, but he had to. "No. I'm not glad that Carlos left you. I know how it feels, remember? And I wouldn't wish that on my worst enemy. Much less the woman I used to love."
Mary winced. Wilson's words hit her right where it hurt. She had done the same thing to him. She was simply getting her just rewards. She was no better than Carlos.
The landlord of the building came over to them. "You two take this outside. I've got a business to run."
Mary and Wilson both turned to look at the old man, who was looking very angrily at them.
"Sure," Mary said, turning to walk away.
Wilson followed her, but didn't say another word. He turned around and went to the car, wondering how somw people never saw real heartbreak, and he had buried two women he loved, and had the other one leave him.
He drove back to his mom's house and headed straight to his old room. Billy was calling his name, but he was deaf to it. He went into his room, closed the door, locked it, then laid down. He buried his face in his pillows, covering his head with a blanket. He didn't ever want to come out.
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I couldn't sleep
Took a walk down Second Avenue
Sick of dreamin'
Dreams that never come true.
On a one-way street
And I know where it's leading me to.
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A/N: OK, so I'm leaving town for the summer, and I won't have any writing time, but I'll try to update before I go! I love youse guys!
MY NOTES: Thanks to all reviewers! I love youse guys! lol... I'm in a good mood, because I'm regaining the joy of the Brendan Leonard Show through old tapes, videos on the site, and the promise of a DVD!
Kaykay- Life sucks when the greatest guys are fictional characters. I love long chappies too! I hope I'll get another soon.
Shan- Glad you liked it! Ah...memories! I need to get back to the Simon and Cecilia theme, but...I'm really into this one, and Simon and Cecilia's new fic ain't comin' easy, y'know? I want more of your fic! Rack your brain!
Camden-Kinkirk- In that case, guess you'll be glad to hear that I'm plannin' to have a small bit of Kevin and Luce fun in a coming chap! Stay tuned!
cheerangel1- Thanks! I don't think I'm gonna have Ruthie get it out of her... But if you want to see a "Ruthie gets it out" thing, check out my fic "Something You Can't Take Back." Lots of Ruthie making Simon miserable...Well...not lots, but a good enough amount!
RGBlue- Thanks!
CHAPTER 4: TWO STORY TOWN
When Wilson arrived in Glenoak, he was tired. Very tired. He couldn't remember the last time he'd driven so far. Plus, it was hours earlier in California than in New York. He and Billy spent Sunday with Wilson's mom, Dana West.
Wilson didn't go to church, but his mother took Billy with her. When they got home, they found Wilson asleep on the couch. He woke up, said he was going apartment hunting, then changed. Billy wanted to go along, but Wilson made him stay home with Mrs. West.
Wilson went out to his mom's Buick LeSabre, laughing when he thought of how he'd always called it the "old people car." He sobered again. Now he felt pretty old himself.
He stopped at the first apartment building he saw, parked the car, went up to the building, and stopped at the office. He felt shock and anger rush over him when he saw her. Mary Camden Rivera with a baby boy in her arms. He turned an angry glance in Mary's direction. She looked up at him and gave a start. Charlie was heavy, so she shifted him in her arms, then looked up at Wilson again.
"Hi, Wilson," she said, softly.
"Mary," he replied coldly, with a curt nod.
She knew it wasn't just her that was bugging him. Something was very wrong with Wilson.
"How are you, Wilson?"
"Fine," he said, mentally adding, "except that the woman I love is dead."
She stood up and walked over to him. "Really?" she said, looking up into his eyes. "You're really fine?"
"Yeah. Why wouldn't I be fine?"
"Wilson, I know you better than that." She shifted Charlie's weight to one arm, then raised the other to brush a hand across Wilson's face.
As if by reflex, his hand jerked up to grab her by the wrist. "Don't touch me, Mary."
She looked up into his eyes. Why did she ever leave him? Why didn't she marry him? Why? If she'd only stayed, Carlos could never have hurt her. But he had. And now, she would never get married again. She fought back tears.
"Don't cry," he said, still coldly. "You're married now. And Carlos wouldn't want you here with me."
She looked at him again, and her secret kept threatening to kill her. So she finally let it burst out. "No. I'm not married. Carlos gave me divorce papers last week."
"I'm sorry," he replied, his icy voice making Mary cry more.
"No, you're not," she spouted off angrily. "You're glad. I broke your heart, he broke mine. Now we're even."
Wilson didn't want to argue, but he had to. "No. I'm not glad that Carlos left you. I know how it feels, remember? And I wouldn't wish that on my worst enemy. Much less the woman I used to love."
Mary winced. Wilson's words hit her right where it hurt. She had done the same thing to him. She was simply getting her just rewards. She was no better than Carlos.
The landlord of the building came over to them. "You two take this outside. I've got a business to run."
Mary and Wilson both turned to look at the old man, who was looking very angrily at them.
"Sure," Mary said, turning to walk away.
Wilson followed her, but didn't say another word. He turned around and went to the car, wondering how somw people never saw real heartbreak, and he had buried two women he loved, and had the other one leave him.
He drove back to his mom's house and headed straight to his old room. Billy was calling his name, but he was deaf to it. He went into his room, closed the door, locked it, then laid down. He buried his face in his pillows, covering his head with a blanket. He didn't ever want to come out.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
I couldn't sleep
Took a walk down Second Avenue
Sick of dreamin'
Dreams that never come true.
On a one-way street
And I know where it's leading me to.
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A/N: OK, so I'm leaving town for the summer, and I won't have any writing time, but I'll try to update before I go! I love youse guys!