Holy crap, I'm so tired. Hoping you all had a wonderful Easter for whatever reason you celebrate it for.
DISCLAIMER: Don't own the characters, just the story.
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Alright, so you know how I said that Will must have gotten his looks from his Mother? Well, I take that back. Sitting down with Will at the table and being surrounded by his family really makes you stop and wonder. Why can one family be so perfect from parent to child? Other then some very key feminine details that Will definitely took after from his Mother, he is a spitting image of his father, all the way down to the strong, yet thin nose and sharpness of his eyebrows.
Everything felt so prim and proper, so being in my pajamas didn't feel all that… well, right. But, with me not being the only one, it didn't feel too out of place. But being at such a huge kitchen table didn't help with any of the self arguing.
It was silent for a good chunk of the beginning, only the sound of medal clanging rang throughout the dinning room. It was unsettling the way that Will's Father hardly ever looked at anyone in particular. His eyes just sort of hazed over everything, narrowed in focus, but on what, I wasn't sure.
It wasn't until Will's Mother spoke up did anyone say much then 'pass this' or 'pass that'.
"So" she started, setting her fork gently on the side of her plate, wiping the corners of her with her napkin before placing it on her lap, "you're one of William's friends?"
I got a little choked on my own words, fumbling somewhere in my mind to find some proper words.
"Um, yeah," I stammered.
She looked pleased at either my answer or uneasiness, but which ever it was, she quickly dismissed it and carried on.
"Your name is Nico right?" I nodded, coughing a little from the first time around, and decided speaking wouldn't be the best for right now.
"I haven't heard about you from Will," his Father brought up, his gaze settling on me.
"Oh, umm…" my voice got lost in my throat, not too sure on where I'm allowed to walk with them.
But dear Willie came to my rescues and replaced my words with his.
"He's from the school that burnt down a crossed town."
His Mother seemed almost heartbroken, but his father only raised his chin, eye slanting slightly as he eyed Will, and dragging his gaze to freeze on me. He seemed to be mulling the information over in his head, deciding if I was a good enough response to his question.
When his eyes closed and his chin lowered, a small sigh escaped Will's lips as he took a drink from his cup. It seemed that that was enough information for him to be content.
"So,-" his mother took a sip from her cup, setting it down gently, "- what project is this?"
"Romeo and Juliet," Will told her nonchalantly, poking at his food before taking a small bit.
Kayla, Will's sister, rolled her eyes, moving her peas around her plate with a bored expression. She was muttering something under her breath, but I had no clue what she was saying.
"Oh," his Mother said, eyebrows going upwards ever so slightly. "And what part is it? Anything with Mercutio? Oh, I love that boy."
"No," Kayla joined the conversation, "no Mercutio, but Will's Romeo."
"Well, isn't that nice. Isn't that a fitting part? This is for Drama class?"
"Yes, Mom," Will answered.
I watched the exchange between the family, but my attention never fully left Will's father, whom seemed to be tossing something back and forth in his mind, a bitter look crossed his face and he solemnly took a bite.
"Which part in the play are you two doing?" Will's Mother asked, quite content with the topic.
Will seemed a little more relaxed now, being on a topic that seemed quite stable, but through the clattering on silverware, something about Will's Father still got to me, something that I couldn't quite shake off.
"The final scene in act five."
Will and his Mother continued to go back and forth on the subject, but as they discussed, my focus was now solely on his Father now, watching he way his face scrunches up and his frown lines become even more apparent. One of the things that confused me was when he would frown, all the wrinkles would be prominent, as if he never smiled, but same thing goes for reverse; when I did see his smile, all of those wrinkles seemed to melt, and the only markings were the creases around his eyes and mouth from smiling for many years.
"Nico's Juliet," Kayla added, simply taking a bite.
That's when my suspicions came to show some result. Will's Father's face contorted to a confused look, then quickly turned into something of discuss, contorted to show an expression he must have used a lot.
When I looked over at Will, he almost seemed to flinch at both Kayla's words and his Father's sudden reaction. Was this common?
"Well, isn't that a little gay?" he asked, causing Will to look away and his Mother to take a deep breath in, eyes closed. Kayla still casually eating away as if nothing had happened or will happen.
"Honey," Will's Mother said softly, a sort of tiredness laced her vice and she gently put her fork down, wiping her face with the napkin that was rested on her lap.
"Dad," Will tried to speak, but he didn't make it that far.
"And why are you doing this specific part, William?" his Father managed to sound calm, but it was only deceiving.
"The teacher randomly drew it, Dad, we aren't the only people with roles like this, Percy and Jason-"
"I aspect things like this from those Jason and Percy boys, but-"
"Honey," Will's Mother raised her voice, stopping her husband's word dead in their tracks, scaring me a little with the control of gentleness and aggression. "We are eating and we have a guest. Now, if we could drop this for now, that would be wonderful. And Kayla, I wish to speak with you later."
"Hey, what did I do?" she called out, a look of angered confusion crossed her face.
"Enough. Now, if we can continue with dinner, that would be lovely."
And when she spoke those words, everyone damn well listened to her. No one spoke another word out of place the entire rest of dinner.
When I did look over at Will, his face was blank, eyes unreadable. He must get things like this all the time, but what do I know?
As soon as Will got done, we headed up stairs, and I slowly hobbled behind him, unsure of my place here again.
We went over a few things before I packed up my very few things and we headed down to his car.
The street lights were already starting to turn on when we got outside. The sky was ablaze with the neon ebony, dusted with specks of white. The wind blew from all directions, tossing Will's hair everywhere in a perfectly messy way.
He unlocked the doors and the both of us climbed in, buckling up. As he started the car, silence befell us, neither of us talking or making a sound. It wasn't until we were a few minutes out did Will finally say anything.
"I'm sorry about that," he spoke softly.
I turned to him, confused at first, but then I realise what he was saying. I turned back, looking out the window and watched the scenes go by.
"Oh, yeah, that's fine, really."
"No seriously, he's… uptight with a lot of things. Even though my Mother is an Actress, the whole acting world isn't exactly his thing."
Great, of course his Mother is an Actress, what else would she be?
"I really don't care, honestly," I told him, leaning on the side of the door. "Take a right up here."
Will turned on his blinker and headed down the street.
"Like, I really don't care if someone's… you know… but my Dad, he doesn't have much of a tolerance for things like that. I blame my Grandfather for that, though."
"And I'll say it again, it really doesn't bother me."
"Cause, if you're… than that's fine, I don't have a-"
"Dude," I say, turning to him, "I'm not, you know…"
"Okay," Will says, relaxing his breath, but his knuckle turned white on the steering wheel.
Something strange eats at me, words that don't feel like my own jump on the edge of my tongue. And when I try and push them down, they only seem to try and come up.
"Are you…?" I find myself asking, unsure of where it had come from.
"Wha'…?" he asked, looking at me suddenly, then back at the road, his head going back and forth. "Me? Oh, god no."
"Okay," I say back, leaning back in the chair. "Left."
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As soon as I slammed my bedroom door closed, I sighed, resting my back on the door, sliding down with a heavy sigh. Today has been a long day, and I am so read for bed.
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Another chapter, yay!
I have some more ideas with this for filler, but damn, if this story is going to cover what I've been thinking of, shits gonna get real. Like, trigger warning real.
So, I got a new laptop! Plus! But my memory stick is fucking up, so may or may not have lost two giant chapters for one of my other stories. Negative. Sad face
So, I'll keep my head up and write this one for safeness.
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