Tell It Like It Is
Chapter 7
Will slowly walked up the stairs. What would he even say once he reached the top?
"I'm sorry Lizzy but I fucked up?" Will wasn't brilliant but he knew that such a statement would leave him locked out of her life and most likely castrated.
He'd done a horrible, awful thing and now it seemed as though no words could ever fix things. He'd acted without thinking. He'd jumped to conclusions without asking questions and now he was walking the stairs to his own death.
Eventually he reached the door he was seeking and without allowing himself to think he knocked once.
Immediately the door opened on a brown haired girl and without a word the door was slammed closed again.
"Corey! You have to let me talk to her," Will whined through the door.
"I don't have to let you do anything!" Corey shouted back. "When you break someone's heart you forfeit your right to see them."
"I have to explain it. I flew all the way to L.A. from England; you can't not let me see her."
The door opened a crack and the girl peeked through. "Fine, then explain it."
"To you?" he asked blankly.
"Yes. Please explain to me the exact chain of events that led to you sleeping with a girl that wasn't your girlfriend."
Will stuttered.
"Maybe you should have done it sooner?" Corey asked coldly as she allowed the door to swing open the rest of the way. This seemed to only torture him as he could see the length of Lizzy's hair that spilled over the side of the couch where she was obviously asleep and oblivious.
"Done what?" he asked staring at the hair and not the girl before him. He was so close to her.
Corey shook her head sadly but kept her voice cold. "Maybe you should have flown out here instead of sleeping with that other girl if you thought things were rocky. If you'd tried to talk to her instead of letting the distance accumulate, then you would have been able to come in."
Corey pinched her lips with no ounce of remorse then closed the door again.
There only seemed to be one place left to go, but instead Will pressed his back against the wall and let himself slide down it until her was sitting on the mildewy carpet. He'd stay as long as he'd have to.
Will pulled out a couple more files from his bedside table and immersed himself into the insignificant details of his latest artist. He was a minor client that should have meant nothing to Will but his association… his connections immediately sky rocked this Christian character right to Will's heart.
Melanie wandered into their bedroom from the adjacent bathroom wearing one of Will's larger t-shirts. She slowly spread herself out onto the bed beside Will displaying her recently mosturized legs in a way that made them shine. Will didn't even notice as he concentrated on the paper before him. She slid her finger down the length of his bare arm but was fairly unseccessful in her diversionary tactics. "Can we turn the lights out soon?" she asked as she finally gave up.
Will cast his eyes up at her quickly but the papers before him just seemed to be calling his name. "Just give me a couple more minutes," he muttered distractedly and in that moment he wasn't able to say exactly the name of the woman he was talking to. He didn't trust himself to not blend it with the name that was constantly on his brain.
"Is this Lizzy's boyfriend?" Melanie asked leaning over Will and picking up the same picture of Christian that had accompanied the folder. "He's pretty damn hot. Wonder what he sees in her," she muttered absentmindedly.
"What?" Will asked dropping the file and finally looking at the girl beside him in his bed.
"Nothing," she said vaguely but when Will continued to watch her she continued. "I just don't understand. What's so amazing about Lizzy? I mean she seems to get a lot of guys way out of her league."
"You mean you think Lizzy…"
"Isn't that pretty?" Melanie asked. She shot him a wince that said yes. "It's just she's kind of plain. There's nothing spectacularly hot about her."
"Wow," Will replied blankly taking his eyes off Melanie and staring straight ahead at the abstract painting that hung on the wall across from his bed. "I've never actually knew anyone that thought that about her," he said trying not to admit, even to himself, that in truth Lizzy was the most gorgeous woman he'd ever seen. She'd been fun and cute back in high school but now he thought it was undeniable that she was… amazing.
Melanie shrugged. "I'm sorry. Maybe she was prettier in high school."
Will looked at her again with his eyes confused and his eyebrows scrunched. "But Lizzy…"
"Lizzy what?" Melanie asked calmly, not at all worried but more intrigued. "What was it that attracted you to Lizzy way back then?"
"Um." He tried not to think about it. He tried not to remember the way her eyes laughed at the world, or that she blushed when she was angry. He tried not to remember her laugh, her lips, her smile, or the touch of her kiss. He tried not to remember but he failed miserably. "I don't really remember," he replied quickly and cleared his brain from the feeling of her skin against his, or how her hair always smelled of coconuts.
"Couldn't have been that great then," Melanie said smiling slightly and kissing him quickly before she curled up into a ball on her side of the bed. "Don't be long. You know I can't sleep with the light on."
Will sighed heavily then pulled all his documents back into the file. He shoved it all neatly back into the drawer and flicked off his light.
"Oh by the way," Melanie said through the pressing darkness, "I told Lizzy we'd meet her and Christian for dinner Tuesday. Don't make plans."
Will never bothered to reply. Instead he lay quietly until he finally heard Melanie's breathing even out as she drifted into sleep.
He, however, couldn't even get his eyes closed as he lay stiffly across the bed and tried to pretend it was Lizzy beside him and wrapping her arms softly around him as she snored her way through a tough night of sleep. She was a horrible sleeper. Eventually he gave up and crossed his giant apartment to his living room. He sat on his huge leather couch and tried to remember why he'd chosen a material that causes you to slide around as soon as you find a comfortable position. Why was it that Will's apartment was filled with ostentatious knick-knacks that served no purpose?
It wasn't that he didn't love his life. He was the best there ever was at his job. He had a gorgeous fiancé. He had everything he'd ever need for anything, but seeing Lizzy the other day had shocked him. The girl that had preached about her impact on the world and about breaking the mold merely served as a reminder to Will that he wasn't.
He was standard.
So instead he stayed up all night and the next day spoke to Georgie to have her find out about some sort of world wide charity that he could donate to in hopes that maybe it was only his own conscience that was keeping the girl on his mind.
People always wondered why Andrew Carnegie and J.D. Rockefeller and all the other great philanthropists of American history donated so many of their millions. Will now understood. It wasn't that they'd suddenly grown a conscience or that they had more they could ever use; they'd obviously met a girl that changed their lives.
Oh. It's a "hard knock life" being rich, eh?
Ok so that was my last pre-written chapter and I might get a bit behind after this so this is an apology in advance.
Will's an idiot but you kind of love him anyway. Well at least I hope you do. Or at least you should by the end... but then you'll like Lizzy even more and I'm basically telling you the ending! I'm an idiot! (Not one quite as big as Will is... but still, I have very idiotic days.)
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