Slash Challenge Series - 17: Misplaced Hatred {Michael Guy Chislett/William Beckett}
Series Title: Slash Challenge Story Series
Story Title: Misplaced Hatred
Author: havah24601
Part: 17/62
Series Rating: M
Story Rating: M
Series Characters: Alex Gaskarth, Alex Greenwald, Alex Suarez, Curtis Ward, Gabe Saporta, Jack Barakat, Josh Franceschi, Matt Barnes, Matt Brown, Matt Flyzik, Michael Guy Chislett, Nate Flynn, Nate Novarro, Oli Sykes, Pat Brown, Sam Carter, Tom Sykes, Tony Marino, William Beckett and Zack Merrick.
Series Pairings: Available on Master Post.
Story Pairing: Michael Guy Chislett/William Beckett
Series Explanation: Over the next few months/year, I am challenging myself to write 62 one shots featuring various bandom pairings. There are 20 characters total that will be featured in these stories. Bands involved are: The Academy Is..., All Time Low, Bring Me the Horizon, Cobra Starship, Phantom Planet, Sing It Loud, Skies Alive, The Architects and You Me at Six.
Story Summary: "“Just as long as we’re creating decent music, I think its fine for me to loathe everything about you.” William stood up. “Conversation closed.”"
Disclaimer: Fiction can be SUCH nasty fun. :P
“William…” Chizz spoke, his thick accent catching William’s ear as William turned around. “I think that you and I need to talk.” The Australian bit his lip as he moved closer to the singer. He had only been a member of the band for a few months and he and William had barely spoken.
“Sure, what’s up?” William didn’t make eye contact with the new guitarist, he just continued to tap his notebook with his pencil as he attempted to write a new song.
“I just don’t think this is working out, really…” Chizz gulped as he took a seat. “I’m lucky if I get two words out of you at any given time, and even then, it’s strictly business.”
“We work together,” William stated, his tone of voice almost harsh.
“Yes, but you’re amiable with Sisky, Butcher and Mike.” Chizz sighed. “You hate me.”
“I don’t know you,” William corrected.
“Right, that’s true, but you don’t put forth any effort to get to know me,” Chizz stated. “I think that we need to get to know each other - if we’re going to be in a band together, it’s imperative that we get along, don’t you think?”
“Just as long as we’re creating decent music, I think it’s fine for me to loathe everything about you.” William stood up. “Conversation closed.”
“No, it’s not.” Chizz bit his lip, moving to stand in front of the doorway. “I talked to Sisky about it. He says you don’t like me because I replaced Tom.”
“Don’t say that name to me.” William lashed out, snarling the words in Chizz’s face. “You know NOTHING about Tom.”
“I know some things.” Chizz sighed. “I know what Sisky told me.”
“And what is that?” William frowned, anger welling inside of him as he looked at the guitarist. “That I loved him? That he fucked me? Told me he loved me too? Created a world of hurt for the band by quitting once he realized that I wasn’t just telling him I loved him to get him into bed with him the way he was with me?” William advanced on Chizz, practically growling out the words.
“No, he told me that Tom hurt you. That you gave Tom more credit than he deserved.” Chizz frowned, instantly feeling bad for the singer as he heard the words. Sisky had given him few of the details, but nothing that could explain the singer’s emotions.
“What else did he say?” William hissed.
“Nothing. That was it, I swear!” Chizz gulped. Sure, William was feminine, thin and leggy, but he was tall, and when he was angry, he was terrifying. He towered over Chizz, seeming even taller than he already was as he glared at the Aussie.
“Yeah?” William tilted his head to the side. “He didn’t tell you that we chose because you were NOTHING like him? That I only approved you because I couldn’t ever see myself falling into hell the way I did with Tom?”
“No.” Chizz gulped, feeling hurt as he heard those words. Not only did they insult his personality and his appearance, but the thing he prized most about himself - his talent as a guitarist. Until now, he believed that to be the reason that William, Mike, Sisky and Butcher had hired him and it stung that he had been chosen simply because he wasn’t William’s type.
“You will NEVER be Tom. You’re not replacing him, because no one could replace him.” William shook his head, his biting words further attacking the guitarist.
“You know what?” Chizz felt his own rage beginning to rise as he looked William directly in the eye. “You’re awfully devoted to praising someone who was so god awful to you. You’re yelling at me, yet I never hurt you. You hate me because of what he did to you and that’s not fair. If you want me to leave, I’ll leave. If you want me out of the band, I’m out, because I don’t want to be here if you won’t give me a chance - I don’t want to be in a band where the singer hates me because I’m not the ‘old’ guitarist.”
William backed away a bit, slightly startled by Chizz’s words. It was clear from the look on the singer’s face that he had not expected Chizz to bark back; he thought that he had all of the power in the argument. He thought that he was safe making biting accusations, as Chizz had seemed meek and quiet up until just then.
“I…I…” William frowned, not sure what to say. “I don’t hate you because you’re not him,” William stated.
“Why then?” Chizz snarled. “You clearly hate me, so don’t bother denying that, but you also don’t know me and it’s not fair for you to decide that you hate me without getting to know me. If it’s not because I’m not Tom, why is it?”
“It’s because I was wrong about you, alright? I thought that by hiring you, I would have no qualms with the band, that there would be no reason for distraction or emotions to get in the way - that it would be all about the music. You seem dedicated to your work 100% and you’re not my type, I thought that was perfect, that it would be perfect, but the more I got to know, the more I realized how fucking wrong I was.”
“What do you mean?” Chizz looked at William, his face twisted with confusion. “Are you saying that I’m not dedicated to what I do? That I’m not good at it?”
“No.” William shook his head. “I’m saying that I thought you wouldn’t be a distraction for me, but you are!”
“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” Chizz’s already perplexed expression was accentuated as he raised a confused eyebrow.
William shook his head, turning around to head back to the couch. The singer only made it a few inches, however, before turning around again. He walked briskly towards Chizz, pulling the Australian man into a deep, aggressive, bruising kiss.
“Does that explain it?” he asked harshly. “Does that tell you what you wanted to know?”
“What the hell was that?” Chizz asked, his voice softer now, his eyes darting all over William’s face as he tried to get a read on what had just happened.
“My explanation. Figure it out for yourself.” William sighed, pushing past Chizz as he walked away, both angry and embarrassed. He climbed into his bunk and shut the curtain, pulling his blankets around him as he lay down, tears streaming down his cheeks.
“Hey…” a few minutes later, a gentle knock, followed by a soft voice met William’s ears. “It’s me.” The voice, the accent, couldn’t belong to anyone else and William ignored the words. “William?” Chizz knocked again.
“Go away,” William whispered, turning so that he was facing the wall, away from the curtain on his bunk.
“No.” Chizz shook his head. “I’m worried about you.”
“Worried about me?” William scoffed. “You’re worried about me? I just threw about twenty insults at you. You should be pissed at me, not worried.”
“You insulted me, yes.” Chizz nodded. “But then you kissed me.”
“Don’t remind me,” William grumbled, trying to hold back more tears.
“So you regret it?” Chizz asked, frowning slightly.
“Half.”
“Half?”
“Half.” William spoke the word again, this time with a firm, steady voice.
“I don’t understand what that means.”
“I don’t regret kissing you,” William stated. “I regret that I kissed you and…and you didn’t kiss me back.”
“William, this is complicated.” Chizz sighed, pulling back the curtain and resting his hand on William’s back. “You’re a beautiful, talented man, but-”
“But I’m not your type?” William snapped, turning to face Chizz.
“No, I didn’t say that.” Chizz shook his head.
“You were going to.”
“No, I wasn’t.” Chizz shook his head.
“Oh.” William frowned. “Then what?”
“I was going to say ‘but you’ve been hurt recently, and I don’t want to be a rebound from that.’” Chizz sighed. “I like you, William, but before I kiss you back, I want to know that you like me because I’m me, not because I’m here and because I’m convenient.”
“You like me?” William looked at Chizz, his expression softening.
“Yes.” Chizz nodded.
“You like me…like really like me?” William asked. “You’re not just saying that?”
“I really, honestly like you, William. I just need to know that you like me too.”
“Those are words he couldn’t honestly say to me.” William gulped. “That he really cared about me.”
“I genuinely care about you, William,” Chizz stated. “And that’s not in danger of changing anytime soon.”
“What do you mean?” William frowned.
“It means I’m willing to wait until you’re over him.” Chizz bit his lip. “And if, when you get past Tom, you still want me, I’m yours.”
“Yeah?” William looked at Chizz, biting back a gentle smile.
“Yeah.” Chizz nodded. “Until then, I’m a shoulder to cry on, a friend, nothing more.”
“That’s fair.” William nodded, slipping down out of his bunk. “I could use a friend like that right now.”
“I know.” Chizz pulled William into a gentle hug.
“And when I’m ready for this to be something more?” William asked, feeling immediately comfortable in the embrace.
“I’ll be here.”
Story Title: Misplaced Hatred
Author: havah24601
Part: 17/62
Series Rating: M
Story Rating: M
Series Characters: Alex Gaskarth, Alex Greenwald, Alex Suarez, Curtis Ward, Gabe Saporta, Jack Barakat, Josh Franceschi, Matt Barnes, Matt Brown, Matt Flyzik, Michael Guy Chislett, Nate Flynn, Nate Novarro, Oli Sykes, Pat Brown, Sam Carter, Tom Sykes, Tony Marino, William Beckett and Zack Merrick.
Series Pairings: Available on Master Post.
Story Pairing: Michael Guy Chislett/William Beckett
Series Explanation: Over the next few months/year, I am challenging myself to write 62 one shots featuring various bandom pairings. There are 20 characters total that will be featured in these stories. Bands involved are: The Academy Is..., All Time Low, Bring Me the Horizon, Cobra Starship, Phantom Planet, Sing It Loud, Skies Alive, The Architects and You Me at Six.
Story Summary: "“Just as long as we’re creating decent music, I think its fine for me to loathe everything about you.” William stood up. “Conversation closed.”"
Disclaimer: Fiction can be SUCH nasty fun. :P
“William…” Chizz spoke, his thick accent catching William’s ear as William turned around. “I think that you and I need to talk.” The Australian bit his lip as he moved closer to the singer. He had only been a member of the band for a few months and he and William had barely spoken.
“Sure, what’s up?” William didn’t make eye contact with the new guitarist, he just continued to tap his notebook with his pencil as he attempted to write a new song.
“I just don’t think this is working out, really…” Chizz gulped as he took a seat. “I’m lucky if I get two words out of you at any given time, and even then, it’s strictly business.”
“We work together,” William stated, his tone of voice almost harsh.
“Yes, but you’re amiable with Sisky, Butcher and Mike.” Chizz sighed. “You hate me.”
“I don’t know you,” William corrected.
“Right, that’s true, but you don’t put forth any effort to get to know me,” Chizz stated. “I think that we need to get to know each other - if we’re going to be in a band together, it’s imperative that we get along, don’t you think?”
“Just as long as we’re creating decent music, I think it’s fine for me to loathe everything about you.” William stood up. “Conversation closed.”
“No, it’s not.” Chizz bit his lip, moving to stand in front of the doorway. “I talked to Sisky about it. He says you don’t like me because I replaced Tom.”
“Don’t say that name to me.” William lashed out, snarling the words in Chizz’s face. “You know NOTHING about Tom.”
“I know some things.” Chizz sighed. “I know what Sisky told me.”
“And what is that?” William frowned, anger welling inside of him as he looked at the guitarist. “That I loved him? That he fucked me? Told me he loved me too? Created a world of hurt for the band by quitting once he realized that I wasn’t just telling him I loved him to get him into bed with him the way he was with me?” William advanced on Chizz, practically growling out the words.
“No, he told me that Tom hurt you. That you gave Tom more credit than he deserved.” Chizz frowned, instantly feeling bad for the singer as he heard the words. Sisky had given him few of the details, but nothing that could explain the singer’s emotions.
“What else did he say?” William hissed.
“Nothing. That was it, I swear!” Chizz gulped. Sure, William was feminine, thin and leggy, but he was tall, and when he was angry, he was terrifying. He towered over Chizz, seeming even taller than he already was as he glared at the Aussie.
“Yeah?” William tilted his head to the side. “He didn’t tell you that we chose because you were NOTHING like him? That I only approved you because I couldn’t ever see myself falling into hell the way I did with Tom?”
“No.” Chizz gulped, feeling hurt as he heard those words. Not only did they insult his personality and his appearance, but the thing he prized most about himself - his talent as a guitarist. Until now, he believed that to be the reason that William, Mike, Sisky and Butcher had hired him and it stung that he had been chosen simply because he wasn’t William’s type.
“You will NEVER be Tom. You’re not replacing him, because no one could replace him.” William shook his head, his biting words further attacking the guitarist.
“You know what?” Chizz felt his own rage beginning to rise as he looked William directly in the eye. “You’re awfully devoted to praising someone who was so god awful to you. You’re yelling at me, yet I never hurt you. You hate me because of what he did to you and that’s not fair. If you want me to leave, I’ll leave. If you want me out of the band, I’m out, because I don’t want to be here if you won’t give me a chance - I don’t want to be in a band where the singer hates me because I’m not the ‘old’ guitarist.”
William backed away a bit, slightly startled by Chizz’s words. It was clear from the look on the singer’s face that he had not expected Chizz to bark back; he thought that he had all of the power in the argument. He thought that he was safe making biting accusations, as Chizz had seemed meek and quiet up until just then.
“I…I…” William frowned, not sure what to say. “I don’t hate you because you’re not him,” William stated.
“Why then?” Chizz snarled. “You clearly hate me, so don’t bother denying that, but you also don’t know me and it’s not fair for you to decide that you hate me without getting to know me. If it’s not because I’m not Tom, why is it?”
“It’s because I was wrong about you, alright? I thought that by hiring you, I would have no qualms with the band, that there would be no reason for distraction or emotions to get in the way - that it would be all about the music. You seem dedicated to your work 100% and you’re not my type, I thought that was perfect, that it would be perfect, but the more I got to know, the more I realized how fucking wrong I was.”
“What do you mean?” Chizz looked at William, his face twisted with confusion. “Are you saying that I’m not dedicated to what I do? That I’m not good at it?”
“No.” William shook his head. “I’m saying that I thought you wouldn’t be a distraction for me, but you are!”
“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” Chizz’s already perplexed expression was accentuated as he raised a confused eyebrow.
William shook his head, turning around to head back to the couch. The singer only made it a few inches, however, before turning around again. He walked briskly towards Chizz, pulling the Australian man into a deep, aggressive, bruising kiss.
“Does that explain it?” he asked harshly. “Does that tell you what you wanted to know?”
“What the hell was that?” Chizz asked, his voice softer now, his eyes darting all over William’s face as he tried to get a read on what had just happened.
“My explanation. Figure it out for yourself.” William sighed, pushing past Chizz as he walked away, both angry and embarrassed. He climbed into his bunk and shut the curtain, pulling his blankets around him as he lay down, tears streaming down his cheeks.
“Hey…” a few minutes later, a gentle knock, followed by a soft voice met William’s ears. “It’s me.” The voice, the accent, couldn’t belong to anyone else and William ignored the words. “William?” Chizz knocked again.
“Go away,” William whispered, turning so that he was facing the wall, away from the curtain on his bunk.
“No.” Chizz shook his head. “I’m worried about you.”
“Worried about me?” William scoffed. “You’re worried about me? I just threw about twenty insults at you. You should be pissed at me, not worried.”
“You insulted me, yes.” Chizz nodded. “But then you kissed me.”
“Don’t remind me,” William grumbled, trying to hold back more tears.
“So you regret it?” Chizz asked, frowning slightly.
“Half.”
“Half?”
“Half.” William spoke the word again, this time with a firm, steady voice.
“I don’t understand what that means.”
“I don’t regret kissing you,” William stated. “I regret that I kissed you and…and you didn’t kiss me back.”
“William, this is complicated.” Chizz sighed, pulling back the curtain and resting his hand on William’s back. “You’re a beautiful, talented man, but-”
“But I’m not your type?” William snapped, turning to face Chizz.
“No, I didn’t say that.” Chizz shook his head.
“You were going to.”
“No, I wasn’t.” Chizz shook his head.
“Oh.” William frowned. “Then what?”
“I was going to say ‘but you’ve been hurt recently, and I don’t want to be a rebound from that.’” Chizz sighed. “I like you, William, but before I kiss you back, I want to know that you like me because I’m me, not because I’m here and because I’m convenient.”
“You like me?” William looked at Chizz, his expression softening.
“Yes.” Chizz nodded.
“You like me…like really like me?” William asked. “You’re not just saying that?”
“I really, honestly like you, William. I just need to know that you like me too.”
“Those are words he couldn’t honestly say to me.” William gulped. “That he really cared about me.”
“I genuinely care about you, William,” Chizz stated. “And that’s not in danger of changing anytime soon.”
“What do you mean?” William frowned.
“It means I’m willing to wait until you’re over him.” Chizz bit his lip. “And if, when you get past Tom, you still want me, I’m yours.”
“Yeah?” William looked at Chizz, biting back a gentle smile.
“Yeah.” Chizz nodded. “Until then, I’m a shoulder to cry on, a friend, nothing more.”
“That’s fair.” William nodded, slipping down out of his bunk. “I could use a friend like that right now.”
“I know.” Chizz pulled William into a gentle hug.
“And when I’m ready for this to be something more?” William asked, feeling immediately comfortable in the embrace.
“I’ll be here.”