Ch 3 Face first in a tale of awkward love.
Title: Face first in a tale of awkward love
Author: maexhowxapropos
Pairing/Characters: mainly WiL, but appearances from other band members :)
Rating: Adult Concepts
Warnings:
Summary: Elizabeth and Wil meet for the first time
Disclaimer: I worship WiL, but I do not own him. you wouldn't see him for dust if I did.
Links to previous chapters: 1 http://community.livejournal.com/aiden_fic/10916.html
2 http://community.livejournal.com/aiden_fic/12266.html?#cutid1
School became awful for Elizabeth. Wil was rumoured to be some kind of shop-lifting, abusive, drug-addict and Elizabeth was bullied, spat at and beaten up almost every day. She didn’t really mind in a way. She kind of fell to the ground and let them hit her. She suffered the punishment for his love. And although it made him worry about her, she tried to not mention it. It was complicated, but it was worth every punch and kick.
Wil picked her up every Friday so they could get ready together. They had to shower, because kids knew that he would be there and the two of them had things thrown at them. Elizabeth began to hate herself and the self harm which had for some time been much better, knowing that she was in love with Wil and he loved her back, became more severe and frequent again.
He tried so hard to make her happy, but she was spiralling into a sea of depression. She still wrote songs. She wouldn’t talk about it to Wil.
“Honey, I wanna write a song with you…” He was willing to try anything. He thought he would suck and he didn’t want to ruin her little outlet, but this was what he thought he could do to help. Help him understand and make her feel better talking to him. Everything just became more and more awkward.
“You… you wanna come down to the basement, then?” She was wearing his hoodie, it drowned her. She cried silently almost constantly. Her slouched, sobbing silhouette moved down the stairs slowly. “You got some big idea then?” She asked him as she sat at the desk and turned on the lamp. “I think that under this protective, heroic image you must feel a little like I do.”
“I see you suffer and it adds to how I feel. I bring you home and to me you’re everything, but to everyone else it’s like we’re worthless.”
As he sat there talking and she continued with her questions, she was scribbling down all these things.
“What’re you writing?”
“Here…” She pushed the pad towards him.
“Is this how you start everything?”
“It’s one way. I overanalyse conversations.”
“Okay… so you want me to add to this?”
“If you like.”
“Can… if we do this, can I sing with you one Friday.”
“I’d like that.”
So they got to work and once they got into it, ideas were flooding out of Wil’s mouth and onto the page.
“What if we did it like, from my point of view in parts and… like tell it from how you got me down here… erm… ” He barely let the pen leave the page. She got up and sat beside him and he put his arm around her. She kissed him and he saw her smile in the dim light. His heart felt like it was breaking. From the beginning, they were right. They were only ever happy in each others misery. He kept on whispering to himself and scrawling things over the page. They sat up until 3am and had the lyrics perfect.
“Let’s go to bed, babe. We’ll work on some music tomorrow maybe.”
“Call it ‘The Suffering’.” He said.
“I will… you know, you’re a much better singer than I am.”
“No way, hun. Equal at best.”
“I disagree, but if it makes you happy..”
“I don’t think I’ll ever be happy, darling. Lets go out somewhere… how about we drive to the ocean.”
“Okay, let me get dressed.”
The awkwardness was broken once again and they spent days together. Not that it was any different when it was awkward, just that conversation flowed better. School was still hell for Elizabeth. Her addiction to self harm was becoming disgusting. She couldn’t sleep. Wil spent most nights either with her or on the phone. In his spare time, he wrote her a song. He was writing a lot of stuff. Within a year of ups and downs and awkwardness, he had an album and a band. Elizabeth had a book full of lyrics and an acoustic guitar. She made him what he was becoming, but she didn’t have the ambition of self-belief to make something of herself.
Wil hadn’t ever let anyone but Elizabeth hear the song he wrote for her. He called it ‘We sleep Forever’ and he would sing it to her as she laid in his arms and she drifted off to sleep occasionally at a night, but usually in the early hours of the morning. He moved in with her. They did a small tour in a little van that Jake, another of Wil’s band members, owned. Not too far away.
Elizabeth enjoyed the most part of this. Then they were back to their boring home life. She had finished school and sat wallowing in self-pity much of the time. She was failing to see how important she was to Wil and this upset him too. They both became more and more depressed about it, both of them self-harming and drinking and taking drugs a too. One night, they sat in the big old house and Elizabeth lit up a joint.
Author: maexhowxapropos
Pairing/Characters: mainly WiL, but appearances from other band members :)
Rating: Adult Concepts
Warnings:
Summary: Elizabeth and Wil meet for the first time
Disclaimer: I worship WiL, but I do not own him. you wouldn't see him for dust if I did.
Links to previous chapters: 1 http://community.livejournal.com/aiden_fic/10916.html
2 http://community.livejournal.com/aiden_fic/12266.html?#cutid1
School became awful for Elizabeth. Wil was rumoured to be some kind of shop-lifting, abusive, drug-addict and Elizabeth was bullied, spat at and beaten up almost every day. She didn’t really mind in a way. She kind of fell to the ground and let them hit her. She suffered the punishment for his love. And although it made him worry about her, she tried to not mention it. It was complicated, but it was worth every punch and kick.
Wil picked her up every Friday so they could get ready together. They had to shower, because kids knew that he would be there and the two of them had things thrown at them. Elizabeth began to hate herself and the self harm which had for some time been much better, knowing that she was in love with Wil and he loved her back, became more severe and frequent again.
He tried so hard to make her happy, but she was spiralling into a sea of depression. She still wrote songs. She wouldn’t talk about it to Wil.
“Honey, I wanna write a song with you…” He was willing to try anything. He thought he would suck and he didn’t want to ruin her little outlet, but this was what he thought he could do to help. Help him understand and make her feel better talking to him. Everything just became more and more awkward.
“You… you wanna come down to the basement, then?” She was wearing his hoodie, it drowned her. She cried silently almost constantly. Her slouched, sobbing silhouette moved down the stairs slowly. “You got some big idea then?” She asked him as she sat at the desk and turned on the lamp. “I think that under this protective, heroic image you must feel a little like I do.”
“I see you suffer and it adds to how I feel. I bring you home and to me you’re everything, but to everyone else it’s like we’re worthless.”
As he sat there talking and she continued with her questions, she was scribbling down all these things.
“What’re you writing?”
“Here…” She pushed the pad towards him.
“Is this how you start everything?”
“It’s one way. I overanalyse conversations.”
“Okay… so you want me to add to this?”
“If you like.”
“Can… if we do this, can I sing with you one Friday.”
“I’d like that.”
So they got to work and once they got into it, ideas were flooding out of Wil’s mouth and onto the page.
“What if we did it like, from my point of view in parts and… like tell it from how you got me down here… erm… ” He barely let the pen leave the page. She got up and sat beside him and he put his arm around her. She kissed him and he saw her smile in the dim light. His heart felt like it was breaking. From the beginning, they were right. They were only ever happy in each others misery. He kept on whispering to himself and scrawling things over the page. They sat up until 3am and had the lyrics perfect.
“Let’s go to bed, babe. We’ll work on some music tomorrow maybe.”
“Call it ‘The Suffering’.” He said.
“I will… you know, you’re a much better singer than I am.”
“No way, hun. Equal at best.”
“I disagree, but if it makes you happy..”
“I don’t think I’ll ever be happy, darling. Lets go out somewhere… how about we drive to the ocean.”
“Okay, let me get dressed.”
The awkwardness was broken once again and they spent days together. Not that it was any different when it was awkward, just that conversation flowed better. School was still hell for Elizabeth. Her addiction to self harm was becoming disgusting. She couldn’t sleep. Wil spent most nights either with her or on the phone. In his spare time, he wrote her a song. He was writing a lot of stuff. Within a year of ups and downs and awkwardness, he had an album and a band. Elizabeth had a book full of lyrics and an acoustic guitar. She made him what he was becoming, but she didn’t have the ambition of self-belief to make something of herself.
Wil hadn’t ever let anyone but Elizabeth hear the song he wrote for her. He called it ‘We sleep Forever’ and he would sing it to her as she laid in his arms and she drifted off to sleep occasionally at a night, but usually in the early hours of the morning. He moved in with her. They did a small tour in a little van that Jake, another of Wil’s band members, owned. Not too far away.
Elizabeth enjoyed the most part of this. Then they were back to their boring home life. She had finished school and sat wallowing in self-pity much of the time. She was failing to see how important she was to Wil and this upset him too. They both became more and more depressed about it, both of them self-harming and drinking and taking drugs a too. One night, they sat in the big old house and Elizabeth lit up a joint.