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Title: All Along I Knew That We Would Sputter Out
Chapter #/Title: Fourteen - Falling Through The Night, And Rising From The Ashes
Rating: Overall NC-17; this chapter PG-13
Pairing: Gabe Saporta / William Beckett
Author: Me, mondayeyess
Summary: Gabriel Saporta was one of the popular bunch in school. He had everything; money, a face that looked like it was carved by angels - and straight A grades to boot. Everyone was envious of him for what he had and for the fact that there was nothing he didn’t have, and nothing he couldn’t have - but everyone loved him; even if he did seem heartless. And then there was William Beckett. He was a musician, and he was younger, quieter. His grades were pretty similar, being that he was a grade A student. William was considered pretty weird in high school, and didn’t have many friends. It was up to people like Gabe Saporta to make lives like William’s complete and utter hell. Only Gabe wouldn’t. William seemed to be the only kid he wouldn’t constantly rag on. William Beckett was sure he was close to uncovering Gabe’s biggest secret: he did have a heart.
Warning: This chapter: mentions of self-harm, kissing. For the rest, I’ll warn accordingly chapter by chapter.
Disclaimer: AU, high school fic. I don’t own William and Gabe, they blatantly own each other. No, sadly I’m joking, they own themselves and so does everyone else I may mention. The title belongs to The Academy Is… from the wonderful song Sputter. The chapter title belongs to The Academy Is... from the song Summer Hair = Forever Young.
A/N: I had a dream, and this was born; pow pow.
Fourteen - Falling Through The Night, And Rising From The Ashes
Going home to get his belongings wasn’t what William wanted to do right then - but he knew he had to. He had to take his things and move on. He wanted to accept it and just get over it - but he knew that wasn’t going to happen. He wouldn’t have gone back at all, were it not for his guitar.
“Did you have any more bad dreams?” William didn’t answer Gabe’s question for quite a long time; first just staring at his hand pressed to his bandaged arm, as if he was afraid that if he let go it would be ripped off, or even rip itself off, like in his dream - then preceded to look out of the window and watch the foliage pass as Gabe drove on to get them back to his place. “Will?”
“Not while you were there,” William whispered. The day he had the dream, he didn’t realise it actually was the day. He had slept for almost fourteen hours and it scared him a little. He tried to stay up for as long as he could after that, but it didn’t matter how hard he tried, he fell asleep eventually. But Gabe was there - and the dreams hid away as if they were afraid to come out and rattle William in the other boy’s presence. He didn’t take this as a sign that they were gone. In a short space of time the younger boy became afraid to fall asleep.
“I won’t leave if you don’t want me to. I know how to function on very little sleep,” Gabe said back, his voice at the same level and volume as William’s. Very steady, very serious. He was serious. Gabe was rarely serious - except when it came to William.
“No,” William smiled faintly, “It’s fine, Gabe.”
“It’s not,” he said quickly as he turned a corner onto William’s street. “You didn’t see yourself, when you woke up. It wasn’t good William. If you could have seen yourself, like, through my eyes. It- it just wasn’t good, okay?” Gabe swallowed so hard William could hear it.
“Okay,” he said softly. As the car slowed to a stop in the driveway, Gabe’s hand crawled across the gear stick and his fingers touched William’s, curling round them. The younger boy didn’t hesitate to hold on tight. He didn’t want to ever let go - though, of course, he had to get out of the car.
“You’re alright now, though?” Gabe looked over at William, for the first time of the journey looking him right in the eyes. This was probably a good thing, because he should have his eyes on the road - but also because with Gabe’s eyes roaming over him, William felt suddenly exposed and vulnerable. In the most desirably way, but still - he somewhat hated that Gabe could see inside him.
“I… I don’t know.” And of course his voice wavered and he stumbled over his words as they tripped off his tongue. He could be so eloquent, but the delivery left a lot to be desired. He felt so stupid when he stuttered - especially in front of Gabe. Mainly because the older boy loved it so much.
“I can only try to help,” Gabe said, his voice a little bit louder, almost speaking at normal level, “I will. It’s kind my job now that you’re living with me right? Now come on, baby. You said your step-dad would be at work, right?”
“I don’t know, Gabe. What if he’s there - and my mom isn’t. W-what then? Oh God, I-“
“I’m not going to let anything happen to you. Don’t worry,” Gabe said quickly. “Come on.” Gabe let his hand slip from the younger boy’s, and as William watched him get out of the car he sensed that Gabe wanted to get this over with just as fast as he himself did. He wanted to be in and out like a shot with his things whether anybody was there or not. He didn’t want to talk, just wanted his things.
William got out of the car slowly, shutting the door with barely any strength in his damaged arm. Gabe took his hand as they walked towards the door, and then put an arm around his shoulders, pulling him in to kiss his forehead, “It’ll be fine,” he whispered into his ear, then kissing his lips - and as William looked towards the house, he saw the curtains move.
“I don’t want to go in there,” he said quickly, “There’s someone in there, Gabe. I don’t want to go in.” Gabe grabbed his hand back as he tried to slip out of the older boy’s grip. “Please, Gabe.” But Gabe pulled him into his arms and just held his tightly.
“Don’t worry,” he said firmly, “Nothing is going to happen.”
There were tears in William’s eyes, but he nodded fearfully. He trusted Gabe, but he didn’t want to go in, all the same. He wanted to run away. But he wanted his things. He wanted his father’s guitar. That was all he wanted. That and the basic necessities - clothes and stuff. That was all. But he was so scared, “Okay. Okay.” He got his key out of his back pocket and opened the door quietly, with Gabe’s arm still wrapped around his waist.
“It’ll be fine, I promise,” the older boy said again, “I promise.”
Chapter #/Title: Fourteen - Falling Through The Night, And Rising From The Ashes
Rating: Overall NC-17; this chapter PG-13
Pairing: Gabe Saporta / William Beckett
Author: Me, mondayeyess
Summary: Gabriel Saporta was one of the popular bunch in school. He had everything; money, a face that looked like it was carved by angels - and straight A grades to boot. Everyone was envious of him for what he had and for the fact that there was nothing he didn’t have, and nothing he couldn’t have - but everyone loved him; even if he did seem heartless. And then there was William Beckett. He was a musician, and he was younger, quieter. His grades were pretty similar, being that he was a grade A student. William was considered pretty weird in high school, and didn’t have many friends. It was up to people like Gabe Saporta to make lives like William’s complete and utter hell. Only Gabe wouldn’t. William seemed to be the only kid he wouldn’t constantly rag on. William Beckett was sure he was close to uncovering Gabe’s biggest secret: he did have a heart.
Warning: This chapter: mentions of self-harm, kissing. For the rest, I’ll warn accordingly chapter by chapter.
Disclaimer: AU, high school fic. I don’t own William and Gabe, they blatantly own each other. No, sadly I’m joking, they own themselves and so does everyone else I may mention. The title belongs to The Academy Is… from the wonderful song Sputter. The chapter title belongs to The Academy Is... from the song Summer Hair = Forever Young.
A/N: I had a dream, and this was born; pow pow.
Fourteen - Falling Through The Night, And Rising From The Ashes
Going home to get his belongings wasn’t what William wanted to do right then - but he knew he had to. He had to take his things and move on. He wanted to accept it and just get over it - but he knew that wasn’t going to happen. He wouldn’t have gone back at all, were it not for his guitar.
“Did you have any more bad dreams?” William didn’t answer Gabe’s question for quite a long time; first just staring at his hand pressed to his bandaged arm, as if he was afraid that if he let go it would be ripped off, or even rip itself off, like in his dream - then preceded to look out of the window and watch the foliage pass as Gabe drove on to get them back to his place. “Will?”
“Not while you were there,” William whispered. The day he had the dream, he didn’t realise it actually was the day. He had slept for almost fourteen hours and it scared him a little. He tried to stay up for as long as he could after that, but it didn’t matter how hard he tried, he fell asleep eventually. But Gabe was there - and the dreams hid away as if they were afraid to come out and rattle William in the other boy’s presence. He didn’t take this as a sign that they were gone. In a short space of time the younger boy became afraid to fall asleep.
“I won’t leave if you don’t want me to. I know how to function on very little sleep,” Gabe said back, his voice at the same level and volume as William’s. Very steady, very serious. He was serious. Gabe was rarely serious - except when it came to William.
“No,” William smiled faintly, “It’s fine, Gabe.”
“It’s not,” he said quickly as he turned a corner onto William’s street. “You didn’t see yourself, when you woke up. It wasn’t good William. If you could have seen yourself, like, through my eyes. It- it just wasn’t good, okay?” Gabe swallowed so hard William could hear it.
“Okay,” he said softly. As the car slowed to a stop in the driveway, Gabe’s hand crawled across the gear stick and his fingers touched William’s, curling round them. The younger boy didn’t hesitate to hold on tight. He didn’t want to ever let go - though, of course, he had to get out of the car.
“You’re alright now, though?” Gabe looked over at William, for the first time of the journey looking him right in the eyes. This was probably a good thing, because he should have his eyes on the road - but also because with Gabe’s eyes roaming over him, William felt suddenly exposed and vulnerable. In the most desirably way, but still - he somewhat hated that Gabe could see inside him.
“I… I don’t know.” And of course his voice wavered and he stumbled over his words as they tripped off his tongue. He could be so eloquent, but the delivery left a lot to be desired. He felt so stupid when he stuttered - especially in front of Gabe. Mainly because the older boy loved it so much.
“I can only try to help,” Gabe said, his voice a little bit louder, almost speaking at normal level, “I will. It’s kind my job now that you’re living with me right? Now come on, baby. You said your step-dad would be at work, right?”
“I don’t know, Gabe. What if he’s there - and my mom isn’t. W-what then? Oh God, I-“
“I’m not going to let anything happen to you. Don’t worry,” Gabe said quickly. “Come on.” Gabe let his hand slip from the younger boy’s, and as William watched him get out of the car he sensed that Gabe wanted to get this over with just as fast as he himself did. He wanted to be in and out like a shot with his things whether anybody was there or not. He didn’t want to talk, just wanted his things.
William got out of the car slowly, shutting the door with barely any strength in his damaged arm. Gabe took his hand as they walked towards the door, and then put an arm around his shoulders, pulling him in to kiss his forehead, “It’ll be fine,” he whispered into his ear, then kissing his lips - and as William looked towards the house, he saw the curtains move.
“I don’t want to go in there,” he said quickly, “There’s someone in there, Gabe. I don’t want to go in.” Gabe grabbed his hand back as he tried to slip out of the older boy’s grip. “Please, Gabe.” But Gabe pulled him into his arms and just held his tightly.
“Don’t worry,” he said firmly, “Nothing is going to happen.”
There were tears in William’s eyes, but he nodded fearfully. He trusted Gabe, but he didn’t want to go in, all the same. He wanted to run away. But he wanted his things. He wanted his father’s guitar. That was all he wanted. That and the basic necessities - clothes and stuff. That was all. But he was so scared, “Okay. Okay.” He got his key out of his back pocket and opened the door quietly, with Gabe’s arm still wrapped around his waist.
“It’ll be fine, I promise,” the older boy said again, “I promise.”