Title: House Arrest 4/20 + Epilogue

Author: Forsaken2003

Pairing: William/Xander
Rating: R
Disclaimer: I own none, all belong to Joss Whedon
Comments: Always welcomed!
Summary: William is under house arrest after assaulting his teacher. When he starts people watching he notices something strange about his neighbour.
Warnings/Spoilers: Human Verse. Out of Character.

Note: (An S/X adaptation if the movie 'Disturbia'.) Uses actual dialogue from the movie Please don't sue!

Beta'd by: Whichclothes

Part Four

A couple days later found William in his bed the shades were drawn and the door closed.

He was utterly miserable. He lounged in bed as he watched a couple of hot ripped guys on a beach rubbing suntan lotion all over them on HD NET. Joyce entered wearing a business suit and name badge emblazoned with the RE/MAX logo. William quickly changed the channel to the local news.

Joyce headed to the window. "More trash TV?"

"...Thirty-three year old Patricia Walsh was last seen three nights ago. She left in a black 1965 Mustang convertible with a bashed-in right front fender" the news anchor on the television said.

"News," William replied innocently. He pointed to the TV showing a photo of a smiling Patricia Walsh with vibrant, flowing red hair. "Missing" keyed in underneath the picture.

Joyce shot him a look, and then ripped open the blinds; sunlight poured in. She gathered clothes off the floor.

"You canceled my XBox subscription," he accused her.

"ITunes, too." She informed him. "You know what else I'm canceling?"

William turned to Joyce who suddenly dropped a pile of his clothes on the floor in front of him. "Maid service." She placed her hands on her hips. "Look, Will, I'm sorry you're a felon but this is not a vacation. I have two open houses today. I want you to clean up this room and clean up the kitchen."

"Let me just check my schedule," William replied sarcastically. He was already being punished why should he have to do cleaning as well?

"Well let me make it easier." Joyce went to the television and unplugged it.

"That's a little dramatic, isn't it? I'm just gonna plug it back in." William sighed. His mum got worked up over the littlest things.

"Dramatic?" Joyce suddenly yanked a pair of scissors off his desk and snipped the power cord in half. "That is dramatic. Now clean up your room and do the dishes," Joyce ordered William before she turned and left.

William fell face first into his pillow with a loud groan.

William furiously stuffed clothes in the washer, blindly cranked the knob, and pressed start. He than went to the kitchen and began to shovel dishes and glasses into the dishwasher, breaking a couple as he went. He poured half the box of Cascade in the dispenser, kicked the door closed, and cranked the knob. "This isn't so hard. Why does mom complain all the bloody time?"

William sat on his bed and stared into space. He eyed the clock. Tick tick tick... he could hear kids playing in the street. He glanced out the window. William saw kids on bikes, neighbors out on walks... ahh... the sights and sounds of summer... And William was not invited. He glared down at his ankle bracelet. It glared right back.

William sat on the floor as he spread a line of Elmer's glue across the bottom of a Twinkie. He'd just completed the first couple of floors of what would be the Twinkie Tower.

William placed a skull sticker on the base of the ankle bracelet. "Oz, you have no idea how much this sodding thing itches. Plus, my mother transformed. She's a dictator now, like the warden from Shawshank. And she took my Xbox. And my iTunes are gone, right? And I can't go anywhere. I'm losing it. I'm losing my bloody mind. Just give me any information, anything at all. What's going on out there?" Oz was his only hope at outside communication. It was noisy; obviously Oz had found himself a party.

"Dude, the chicks here in Oahu rock the houusse! Oh my god, this one is totally showing me her kite board. Belay that, she wasn't pointing at me. Look, Will, I've gotta hop.…" And he disconnected the phone.

"Wait, Oz - Hello?" William tossed the phone aside. "Could have at least told me if there were any hot blokes. Bloody ingrate!"

He sat there in silence for a split second. Then he eyed a racket ball on the floor, picked it up and started mindlessly bouncing it against the wall.

William slowly headed down the stairs and rounded the corner into the kitchen.

William ran into Joyce who wore a black blouse and slacks. "Dinner's on the table. Mary asked if I'd cover for her a couple nights this week. So, I could be kind of late," Joyce explained about her rush. "Do you want to talk about anything?"

William sat at the table, and picked through his food. "I got nothin'," William replied. Right now his life was the most boring thing in the world.

A U-Haul truck came into view. It's backed into the driveway next door. Joyce had told William that they were going to be getting new neighbors. Tony and Jessica Harris. Joyce knew they had a teen themselves but hadn't been told anything about them. Tony appeared from inside the truck's cab, and carried a moving box. He handed it down to his wife, Jessica, who walked back in the house.

William was about to pull his head in when another person came out of the moving truck. He carried a box that's obscured his face as he carefully negotiated the incline of the moving truck's ramp. But his hair was dark brown and his legs were toned and muscular. He looked liked like he could be about seventeen.

The boy reached the end of the ramp and bent over to retrieve another smaller box his back and ass were toward William, who stared in utter disbelief. The new boy stacked the boxes, picked them up and headed into the house, his face still a complete mystery.

William watched him go, mesmerized. Suddenly, the doorbell rang, causing William to yank his head back in and smack it on the underside of the window. He dropped to the floor. "Bloody hell!" He staggered to his feet.

The doorbell continued to ring as William headed down the stairs to the front door. "I'm coming!" William yelled at whoever it was that wouldn't stop with the bell. He swung the door open to see – a burning paper bag on the welcome mat.

Instinct took over and he stomped on it with his socked feet. "Oh shit! Shit water shit!"

Frantically William hopped around, looking for a hose, bucket, anything wet, but the flames were already out. William looked down and finally realized this, but there was another problem… his socks were smothered in slimy dog shit.

William glanced up as the two Greenwood neighborhood brats emerged from their hiding place behind a shrub across the street. They high-fived each other. "What a retard!" brat number one said loudly with a laugh.

With a glare William headed down the steps walking briskly and menacingly toward them. "You think that's funny?" The brats grew concerned and jumped on their bikes and backed away as William drew closer.

"What are you gonna do, kill us like your teacher?" Brat number two asked right before William charged at them.

"Not before I shove my foot and this shit up your arse!" William threatened.

The brats pedaled away and William raced across his yard and down his driveway as he tried to cut the brats off as they made their escape.

The chase was on. William increased his speed. He almost caught up to them. Brat number two turned his head to look at brat number one. "Dude, you said he couldn't leave his house!"

William stopped cold when he heard that. He slowly glanced down at the ankle bracelet and saw the red light flashing. "Shit!"