.:{Imagines}:. ~ IM5

Will Imagine for Liz

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~ Alana

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You stand, center-stage, nervously, clutching your script a bit too tightly in your hand. This was the biggest audition of your school career, your senior production. Everyone had always complimented you on you talent with theater, but you couldn't help but be self concious when everyone else was so talented. 

 You look out to the "crowd". Of course, not many people took time out of their Frday afternoons to watch some stupid auditions, but you convinced your friends to watch you this time. The only other people here was your drama teacher, her assistant, overly-suppotive parents, the janitor, and...

Will Behlendorf?

What was he doing here? Out of everything he could have been doing, causing havoc on the streets, mugging some poor kid with his gang, IM5, why was he at your audition?

You intstantly tense up, trying hard not to look, but staring instead. He gave you a sharp eyed look, turning away. You hear your drama teacher clear her throat.

"Liz? What's the hold up?"

You look up, starled. "O-oh right... sorry!"

She nods, rising from her seat. "In this scence, you've just discovered that the commoner boy you've fallen in love with is acually a wealthy heir to the throne, but you love him regardless of his background. You share a kiss, and all ends happily ever after. Is that clear?"

You nod absentmindedly, catching yourself after a moment. 

"W-woah, wait: a k-kiss?"

She nods. "Of course. We've kept the original script."

Your heart begins beating quickly, and you look over at the boy you'll be doing the scene with. He's a creep, first of all. He's a nerdy, obnoxious kid with an everlasting crush on you, harassing you in the halls and just about anywhere else. You groan, knowing that your spot in the play depended on kissing that.

You take a deep breath. "Okay, fine."

The scene starts, and you rack your brain for your lines. You barely manage to get to the kiss scene. You hold your breath as he leans in, nearly on the brink of tears, Before your lips meet, you pull away, gasping for air.

"I can't do this, I'm sorry." Tears prickle your eyes as you dash off the stage, followed by the creepy boy and stared at, doumbfounded, by your teacher.

Your cheeks blaze, and you feel completely humiliated.

"Liz, wait!" the boy pants.

You whip around coldly. 

"Don't talk to me."

"Bu-"

Suddenly, someone comes up behind you, wrapping a strong, gentle arm around your shoulders. You smell the faint, stale scent of ciagrette smoke, and you can instantly tell that it's Will, much to yoyr surprise. He's never talked to you before, so this was almost frightening to everyone involved. 

He snarls at the boy. "Did you not hear her? She told you not to talk to her."

The boy narrows his eyes. "Who the hell are you?"

Will glares. "Her boyfriend. Get out of here before I beat your ass."

The boy's eyes soften, and he turns, walkling away slowly.

You whip around, dazed. "T-thanks," you mumble. "But you didn't have to lie for me."

He cocks his head, smirking. 

"I wasn't lying. I am your boyfriend."

"What? No you aren't!"

"... I am now."

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Ahh I hope you liked it, Liz!

~ Alana