After The Hurricane
Title: After The Hurricane
Author: wake_ofsaturday
Rating: PG
Fandom: The Academy Is..., Cobra Starship
Chapters: One-Shot/1.100
Pairing: William/Gabe
POV: 3rd
Author's Notes/Summary: I wrote this exactly one year ago, I remember coming back from school angry, tired and sad, and without even taking my uniform out I sat down and wrote this. It isn't beta'd and I won't look for one, I read it again today to see it was readable, and I just decided to post it without making any changes, so this is a raw story of what I was feeling back then.
Disclaimer: I don't own them, This isn't real
And in that exact moment, all the voices in the dance floor went silent, even if they were loud enough to cover the noise of a football game; three sets of loud drums and the disturbing clock on the nightstand at 6am altogether. The people became invisible, including her, and the only thing I could see were her lips moving at me, inviting and kissable.
“And that’s why” She whispered in a tone that was loud enough for me to hear, still, sounded rude and violent to my ears.
“Okay” I shrugged.
“Okay?! That’s what you have to say?” She asked kind of insulted.
“Yeah, what did you want me to say? ‘Hey, thank you. I hope you have a great life with that douchebag’?”
“He’s not a douchebag, William. You just have to know him better…” She said
“I don’t care!” I practically screamed, clinging my teeth together and getting up “You wore me out!”
“I didn’t” She defends herself
“Oh, please. ‘William, I’m so in love’; ‘William, you’re the one’; ‘William, let’s go have some fun’. You should have said sooner that it was supposed to be ‘William, I love another guy’; ‘William, you’re the one I’m going to dump’; ‘William, let’s go have some fun while I reject you’!”
“William, please”
“Don’t talk to me” I point a finger at her face, and she shies away because this is the first time in our three-year relationship that we fight and I have the reason, and I can’t even apologize to her and say I’m sorry because she won’t be back with those words.
She loves someone else.
I shiver at the feeling
I walk away while tapping my feet angrily on floor as I walk home. I close the door behind me and think about kicking everyone and everything, instead I just go to sleep and try to think this more clearly in the morning.
I fall asleep instantly, but I wake up with some rude knocking on my door, I am still groggy from my night as I get up to walk to the door “Wait a second!” I scream while wash my face with nothing but water to see if I can get fully awake, and when I do, I go for it.
I am about to yell something about waking me up but I think I shouldn’t when I look at the boy in front of me. I’ve never seen him before, his face is totally new to my mind, and I study it while I think of something to say.
He looks startled at first, maybe a little skeptical, but he’s the one who talks “Hi” He finally says when he realizes I’m not going to say anything “I’m Gabe”
Gabe, Gabriel. The man she’s dating now, a little ‘Oh’ escapes my lips, but I don’t have anything to say. He’s not like I thought he was going to be, I used to think he would be tall, strong and all handsome.
Not that Gabe is not that, no way. Gabe’s tall, like, just as tall as me, he’s strong, stronger than me at least, but anyone is stronger than me, and yes, he’s handsome.
He doesn’t look like a douchebag.
“Yeah, I knew you were going to react like that” He whispers “William”
“You know my name?” I ask him
“Yeah” He seems to be a little bit confused “Yeah, she talks about you all the time”
He’s lying; she does not talk about me.
“Can I come in?”
“You want to talk?” I frown
“Oh, no!” He laughs, more to himself than to me “Forget it; I was hoping I could get some of her stuff, if that’s okay? I believe she didn’t call you”
“Oh, okay, she did not” I say, opening the door for him to get in “No problem. I’ll lead you to her stuff, want anything to drink?”
“No thanks” He says
I open the door to my room, the sheets on the bed a total mess, he stares at it in a oh-so-obvious way that makes me want to ask what the fuck is wrong with him, but I just shrug it off when walking towards the drawers and pulling one of them out with a little bit of struggle with the big piece of wood.
“This is all the stuff I have of hers” I say throwing the drawer on the bed, smashing the tangled mess of sheets “I can find a bag somewhere for you if…” I am interrupted by myself who’s starring at him picking up a blue shirt from the floor “What are you doing?”
“Oh my God” He whispers sadly “I remember you”
“What are you talking about?”
“Was this your high school?” He shows me the shirt he has picked up from the floor.
“Go Wildcats” I say, trying to fake a smile and raising a fist. I hated high school, only got the shirt before my graduation, just so I could sleep with it “You went there?”
“Yes I did. People used to call me ‘Jew hair’ in my freshman year…” He laughs, looking at me and waiting for an answer.
My eyes dart to him in an automatic way, he’s here with his big, dark eyes, nose round and smooth at the tip and black hair, now shorter than when he cut it on his junior year, and I instantly remember him. I remember the night before the last game of the season, when he brought me to the back of the seats, saying he had something for me and handed me this book about hamsters.
“Hamsters?” I asked.
“Yeah, they’re so cute” Gabe giggles, beaming a little.
“You’re such a girl, Jew hair. Thank you” I said while ruffling his hair and he darted a smile.
I snap back into reality while he speaks again
“Do you have anything for me to put these in?” Gabe is now holding a couple of her belts and trying to hold them in his hands “Like a bag or something”
“Yeah, sure” I say rushing to the kitchen because I want to get back to my room and just keep staring at his face while I think of all the good memories we had together on those ungrateful years. I help him pack and lead him to the front door where we say goodbye.
“Hey, do you think we could grab a beer sometime?” He asks
“Yeah, sure” I stop to think, but give him a reassuring smile.
“Good then. I’ll pass here sometime, okay?” I smile wider at him, just saying yes.
Author: wake_ofsaturday
Rating: PG
Fandom: The Academy Is..., Cobra Starship
Chapters: One-Shot/1.100
Pairing: William/Gabe
POV: 3rd
Author's Notes/Summary: I wrote this exactly one year ago, I remember coming back from school angry, tired and sad, and without even taking my uniform out I sat down and wrote this. It isn't beta'd and I won't look for one, I read it again today to see it was readable, and I just decided to post it without making any changes, so this is a raw story of what I was feeling back then.
Disclaimer: I don't own them, This isn't real
And in that exact moment, all the voices in the dance floor went silent, even if they were loud enough to cover the noise of a football game; three sets of loud drums and the disturbing clock on the nightstand at 6am altogether. The people became invisible, including her, and the only thing I could see were her lips moving at me, inviting and kissable.
“And that’s why” She whispered in a tone that was loud enough for me to hear, still, sounded rude and violent to my ears.
“Okay” I shrugged.
“Okay?! That’s what you have to say?” She asked kind of insulted.
“Yeah, what did you want me to say? ‘Hey, thank you. I hope you have a great life with that douchebag’?”
“He’s not a douchebag, William. You just have to know him better…” She said
“I don’t care!” I practically screamed, clinging my teeth together and getting up “You wore me out!”
“I didn’t” She defends herself
“Oh, please. ‘William, I’m so in love’; ‘William, you’re the one’; ‘William, let’s go have some fun’. You should have said sooner that it was supposed to be ‘William, I love another guy’; ‘William, you’re the one I’m going to dump’; ‘William, let’s go have some fun while I reject you’!”
“William, please”
“Don’t talk to me” I point a finger at her face, and she shies away because this is the first time in our three-year relationship that we fight and I have the reason, and I can’t even apologize to her and say I’m sorry because she won’t be back with those words.
She loves someone else.
I shiver at the feeling
I walk away while tapping my feet angrily on floor as I walk home. I close the door behind me and think about kicking everyone and everything, instead I just go to sleep and try to think this more clearly in the morning.
I fall asleep instantly, but I wake up with some rude knocking on my door, I am still groggy from my night as I get up to walk to the door “Wait a second!” I scream while wash my face with nothing but water to see if I can get fully awake, and when I do, I go for it.
I am about to yell something about waking me up but I think I shouldn’t when I look at the boy in front of me. I’ve never seen him before, his face is totally new to my mind, and I study it while I think of something to say.
He looks startled at first, maybe a little skeptical, but he’s the one who talks “Hi” He finally says when he realizes I’m not going to say anything “I’m Gabe”
Gabe, Gabriel. The man she’s dating now, a little ‘Oh’ escapes my lips, but I don’t have anything to say. He’s not like I thought he was going to be, I used to think he would be tall, strong and all handsome.
Not that Gabe is not that, no way. Gabe’s tall, like, just as tall as me, he’s strong, stronger than me at least, but anyone is stronger than me, and yes, he’s handsome.
He doesn’t look like a douchebag.
“Yeah, I knew you were going to react like that” He whispers “William”
“You know my name?” I ask him
“Yeah” He seems to be a little bit confused “Yeah, she talks about you all the time”
He’s lying; she does not talk about me.
“Can I come in?”
“You want to talk?” I frown
“Oh, no!” He laughs, more to himself than to me “Forget it; I was hoping I could get some of her stuff, if that’s okay? I believe she didn’t call you”
“Oh, okay, she did not” I say, opening the door for him to get in “No problem. I’ll lead you to her stuff, want anything to drink?”
“No thanks” He says
I open the door to my room, the sheets on the bed a total mess, he stares at it in a oh-so-obvious way that makes me want to ask what the fuck is wrong with him, but I just shrug it off when walking towards the drawers and pulling one of them out with a little bit of struggle with the big piece of wood.
“This is all the stuff I have of hers” I say throwing the drawer on the bed, smashing the tangled mess of sheets “I can find a bag somewhere for you if…” I am interrupted by myself who’s starring at him picking up a blue shirt from the floor “What are you doing?”
“Oh my God” He whispers sadly “I remember you”
“What are you talking about?”
“Was this your high school?” He shows me the shirt he has picked up from the floor.
“Go Wildcats” I say, trying to fake a smile and raising a fist. I hated high school, only got the shirt before my graduation, just so I could sleep with it “You went there?”
“Yes I did. People used to call me ‘Jew hair’ in my freshman year…” He laughs, looking at me and waiting for an answer.
My eyes dart to him in an automatic way, he’s here with his big, dark eyes, nose round and smooth at the tip and black hair, now shorter than when he cut it on his junior year, and I instantly remember him. I remember the night before the last game of the season, when he brought me to the back of the seats, saying he had something for me and handed me this book about hamsters.
“Hamsters?” I asked.
“Yeah, they’re so cute” Gabe giggles, beaming a little.
“You’re such a girl, Jew hair. Thank you” I said while ruffling his hair and he darted a smile.
I snap back into reality while he speaks again
“Do you have anything for me to put these in?” Gabe is now holding a couple of her belts and trying to hold them in his hands “Like a bag or something”
“Yeah, sure” I say rushing to the kitchen because I want to get back to my room and just keep staring at his face while I think of all the good memories we had together on those ungrateful years. I help him pack and lead him to the front door where we say goodbye.
“Hey, do you think we could grab a beer sometime?” He asks
“Yeah, sure” I stop to think, but give him a reassuring smile.
“Good then. I’ll pass here sometime, okay?” I smile wider at him, just saying yes.