Here's a really long chapter because I won't be able to post anything for a while

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Going to honest, I really could be doing something better than going over to Will's to memorize a few lines from a book so old that that don't even speak the same type of English. Well, not that much comes to mind, but everything that does come up is still better than wasting my time with him. I'm still stuck with him at school, one of the few times I don't have to deal with him and now I have to waste it on being within in his presence.

So here I am, arguing with myself in my bedroom on why I should go and why I shouldn't, and if we are still being honest, I'm not exactly the best at proving myself right or wrong, so this battle is going downhill really fast.

Like, I have nothing to prove to him, right? I already know that I'm better at him in the fields that matter, at least to me, so it's not like I have to make a big deal out of this.

But he mocks me, and rubs it in for that matter. Not everyone needs to know how to speak in old English, especially me; it was hard enough to learn Basic English, but now there's a whole new way of speaking it. Rather not.

And he is trying to get with my sister, and if I let into this, it might just be the stepping stone he needs to get to her.

But… he did help me out that one time… He might not be all that bad.

This could be my way of making up to him so he doesn't have anything on me in the future.

And if I get this done and get out of his flawless hair, that means less time with him then needed.

"Alright, but only this time."

I sit down on my bed, a heavy sigh passing through my lips. With winter drawing nearer, the days are starting to get shorter, messing with my telling of time. I turn on my phone to check the time, sighing once again when I see the time.

3:38

That means I have to get ready to head over.

I roll of my bed, quite literally, and go through my closet to find something to wear. It's not polite to wear pajamas over to someone's house, right? It's not like Will is going to be in his pajamas as well, it almost four in the afternoon. I know why I still am, but someone all perfect like him? No, he's definitely dressed, probably in a suit, that's what rich, privileged white people wear, right?

So, with that new development, just to spite him, I skip on getting dressed and head downstairs. I stop on my way down into the bathroom, checking myself over in the mirror. I'm halfway through brushing and patting down my hair with my hand when I realise that I'm even doing it. Why would I care about the way I look?

Standing in the bathroom and looking over my appearance, I'm not sure why I feel torn between wanting to look nice and wanting to look as bad as I possibly can. But I push down the thought and make my way down stairs to grab my book and jacket. I want to forget it just to add more fuel to the fire, but something tugging at me stops me from doing it. So I simply pick it up and shove it in my coat and head out, pulling the address from my phone and locking the door.

…..

So, I'm only about ten to twenty minutes late when I arrive at his door, this time being I basically couldn't find the damn place. All of the houses do look the same, and this isn't me being bitter out of spite and pure rage. Like, when you watch those cartoons and all of the houses look the same, like the animators got lazy and copy-pasted the layout – or when they have those episodes where everyone and everything is the same and it's like a smiling-zombie town. Yeah, that's what I'm currently standing on the porch of.

My hand hovers over the door in a fist, and I'm willing it to knock, move – anything! After a deep breath and a small pep talk, I shake the hair out of my eyes – or in them – and knock.

I waited in silence, letting it drown out my heartbeat. Every second that I don't hear anything on the other side of the door is another second I hold my breath. Unsure of why I'm doing it, I let it relax a bit, but only to breathe in shallow takes.

I finally release the tension in my shoulders when I hear a lock being rattled with on the other side of the door, only to have it come back when a teenage girl with shoulder-length blonde hair is staring at me with ice-blue eyes, sending shivers down my spine.

She looks me over with a bored expression, leaning on the door only ever so slightly. With a sigh, she pivots her head, eyes rolling as she yelled to behind her.

"Will, one of your boyfriends is here," she yelled every monotone. She steps back and gestures with her head for me to step in side.

"Kayla, for the last time, how many times do I have to tell you that me and Jason are just-" Will stops as he appears at the top of the stairs, looking down at me with slight shock.

Kayla only rolls her eyes and heads to what I assume is back down stairs, leaving me and Will to stand face to face as he made his way down and – oh my god, are you kidding me, he's wearing pajamas, too? There goes my not-so-greatly thought out plan.

"Hey, Nico," he says, kind of surprised-like. He leaned on the door just like his sister had done so just before.

"Didn't think I was going to show up?" I ask him, raising a brow as I hesitantly take off my shoes.

"Well, when you didn't show up on time, kind of thought you ditched," he admitted, scratching the back of his neck.

"Well, sorry, but every single house looks the same, so I got a little lost. 'Take a left at the white house' wasn't much of a big help, you know."

"Sorry," he said in a not-so-sorry way, shrugging it off.

I follow him inside, closing the door with shaky hands behind me. I take it all in as he leads me upstairs, passing the living room and kitchen. Okay, three stories.

We pass photos that lined the walls, hanging in different sized frames. Trophies and medals rested on shelves, photos of a smiling family next to them to show when and where they were earned. I know I'm dragging behind, but I can't help it, I have to take everything in, I have to see and know it all. Why, I don't know, but when I try and stop, it only itches at me even more.

We finally get to a slightly cracked open door that Will pushes open and leads me through. I'm in awe, not sure why, but I am. It's huge, twice the size of my own, maybe even thrice the size. The walls are painted a light blue, leaving the closet white. A King-sized bed, white sheets with gold trimming made to perfection. To the right, a desk with a laptop and books on top were in the middle of two well-stocked bookshelves.

And what really caught my attention was his window. He had an entire wall made up of windows with two doors made of glass that opened up to a patio overlooking what appeared to be an open field. This must really be the outskirts then. The palest of yellow curtains covered the windows and white ones covered the door.

Some people…

When I finally came too, Will was leaning on his bed, fishing for his book on the side counter. Hesitantly, I make my way over to a small chair at the foot of his bed, sitting down stiffly. I take my book out of jacket and take it off, holding it in my hands, unsure of what to do with it.

Fuck, why is this making me nervous?

"You don't have to be nervous," Will spoke casually, setting his book in his lap and away from his face.

"Sorry, but well-off, blonde, white boys make me uncomfortable," I retorted back.

He seems stunned for a moment, unsure of what to say.

"Tha-that's oddly specific, you okay?"

"The real question is: are any of us really okay?"

Will was amused by this, and with a small chuckle, he pulled the book from his lap and opened to act five, scene three.

"Alright, let's start."

….

Just over an hour later, I laid on the floor, refusing to move. We had gone over the scene about a billion times, each time hurting my brain. At one point I actually fell asleep lying on the floor – Will gave me hell for it. I simply told him I was trying to truly embody the character.

"Well, you got a good deal of it down. How hard is it to learn two lines?" Will asked while getting up from beside me and heading to his bed.

My arms are sprawled out, and I sigh deeply.

"I don't really care, honestly."

"Well, try to."

"Yes, Mother," I spoke back, eyes closed.

"Good, now let's try once again, from the top," Will informed me as he stood up, throwing my book on his bed.

"Hey," I shouted, sitting up to grab at it.

"Without a book this time," he clarifies, eyeing me.

"No fair." I stand up and pout.

I start to walk towards the book, but he picks it up and holds it above his head. That tall bastard. I jump for it, but he stands even taller, using his toes to gain more height.

I stop for a brief second, thinking it over, and with a grin, I push him down on the bed and get on top to grab it. He managed to wiggle out from under me, and lean on the wall, his feet the only thing keeping me back at this point. His back is firmly pressed against the wall and his foot against my torso.

I managed to push his foot out of my way, leaving only his extra hand to hold me back as I advanced closer to grab a hold of the book. By now I'm determined to achieve it, even if I have to crawl over top of him to get it, I am not going to let him win this one.

I can tell he is thinking the same thing I am because he has this ridiculous lop-sided smile plastered a crossed his face, using his full arm length to hold the book above his head.

He tried to hold me back, but with only one hand available for use, he's struggling to keep me away. I manage to grab a hold of the wrist that's above his head, but only slightly, causing the small amount of balance I have to disappear, and I topple down, my head and chest resting firmly on his torso, but my grip on his wrist is still there.

Just as I was about to get up, the door creaked open and Will's sister, Kayla, came in with a heavy sigh leaving her lips when she saw us.

Now, technically I was lying on him and his hand was rested on the small of my back – that I'm not sure on why it's there – so I can see why she would think something that wasn't going on, was going on.

Will sat up abruptly, sending me rolling off the bed, but with the book now in hand. Even though I was lying on the floor with light pain, I had a hold on the book – I had won.

"I got it – ow…"

"Kayla, what do you want? Didn't I tell you to knock?" Will spoke with a little hostility. Kayla only shrugged and sighed again.

"Whatever, while you two were up here doing whatever it was you were doing, Dad called, he says he'll be here for supper, he asked what you wanted."

Will sat up even more, his feet swinging over the edge of the bed. I still lay on the floor, watching the exchange between the two.

"Seriously, Dad's goin' to be home for dinner?" Will sounded shocked by this. Did this not happen often?

"Yeah, and Mom will be home soon, so what do you want me to tell him?"

"Whatever is fine, really."

"Okay," she said, dryly. She turned to look at me, and then her eyes darted back to her brother. "And is your boyfriend staying for supper?"

"He's not my-" Will stammered.

"I'm not his-"

"We're not-"

We both tried to speak at once; But Kayla just rolled her eyes.

"Are you staying or not?"

I look at her, then at Will. "No, I should be getting back, anyways."

"Okay-" Kayla tried to speak, but was cut off by Will whom looked down at me.

"Why not just stay, we can go over the scene a few more times – without the book."

"No, I really should get going, it's getting dark out and I don't like being on the bus this late at night."

Will looked at me funny, his face contorted in a confused, pitiful way.

"You walked here?" he asked, brows knitted together.

"Yeah, it's not all that far, just a crossed town, really."

"No, you're staying, and when we get done, I'll drive you home."

"But I-"

"No 'but's, just say yes," he demanded.

I swallowed, but agreed, nodding my head and averted my eyes.

Kayla rolled her eyes and sighed, something she's been doing a lot since she entered Will's room – well, I guess she did do a lot of that at the door. I'm not sure if it's because of what she thought she saw, which is totally not what happened, that is why she is eager to leave, but she keeps leaning closer to the hallway with each passing moment.

When she finally leaves, Will sighs and looks down at me. I wave the book at him with a small snarky smile, and he rolls his eyes, falling back onto the bed with a deep sigh, but small bits of laughter escaping as well, lightening the suddenly heavy mood.

When the front door opened, Will got up straight away, leaving me still lying on the floor were we had just been rehearsing. I sighed, continuing to lay there until I found the strength in me to get up.

"I'm home," came a deep voice, followed by the sound of shoes and coats being taken off.

When I wondered out of Will's room, I found Will leaning over the stairs. I managed to see over ever so slightly, and a man and a woman stood at the door, undressing their outside clothes, heading towards the living room. Kayla stood at the bottom of the stairs and followed them in. I watched as Will lit up with a huge smile before looking back at me. A small amount of light in his eyes diminished upon sighting me. I could only look away.

When he found his smile again, he headed down the stairs stopping on the second to face me. He motioned with his head to follow, and I did so hesitantly.

When we reached the bottom of the stairs, I followed Will through the house, falling slightly out of step.

"Mom, Dad, Will brought one of his boyfriends home, just so you know," Kayla told them, sitting down with a glass of water.

"That's so not true," Will called out, hitting Kayla in the arm as he passed by her.

"Ow! Mother, Will hit me!" she yelled, rubbing her arm.

"Kayla started it," Will whined back, sticking his tongue out at her. She only returned the favour.

"Both of you: Quit it," called a gentle voice. She walked out, and the first thing I noticed was how stunningly gorgeous she was. She had gentle blonde hair that fell around her shoulders, framing her face perfectly. Striking blue eyes that looked like a cloudless sky, and fair features. Now I can tell where Will had gotten his looks from.

I found her eyes falling on mine, her gaze changing with emotion.

"Now, William, will you introduce me to your friend?" she asked, making her way over.

"Boyfriend," Kayla whispered, bitterly. But Will kicked her shin.

"This is Nico, we are working on a school project," Will said in a very formal manor.

I waved my hand in a small manor, unsure of what really to do.

"Yeah, making out," Kayla inputted, quietly. She really likes to do that, doesn't she?

"Kayla," Will hissed at her, only to turn his gaze back to his mother.

I had only just met Will's Mother, but now I'm not too sure if I'll be able to make the rest of the night alive. If things continue in the strange pattern they have, I don't know what I'll do.

….

Woah! That's a lot of words! Jesus! I'm just sitting here watching Narnia with 'fun facts' on before I re-watch it with commentary. Things are sad on my end. I'm really lonely.

I will dedicate this chapter Greenamazon for being amazing and helping me with some ideas.

I got really tired by the end of this so I'm sorry it ended abruptly.

So I have no wifi or anything so I'm over at my neighbours stealing the wifi there. It's kind of sad. So I've been only receiving all of your love and support when I'm at school because I have wifi there.

Small random thing: if you guys are looking for some good books to read, check out Simon vs. the Homo Sapien Agenda (don't remember the author) and Rainbow Boys by Alex Sanchez (Pretty sure)(All gay btw)

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For those who follow X, I'm currently working on chapter like 12 or 13 and I'm at like 7 000 words and I'm not even half way done, so it is coming, I'm just wanting to die a little.

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