Flirting with Disaster

Eight || The Wake Up Call

Eight || The Wake Up Call

a/n; thank you for your patience :)

Don't worry, I'll try to update as much as I can. And, never fear, for Will's such a sweetheart. 

Thank you so much x

(unedited)

- athena

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Every day, Will and I got closer and closer to each other. It was as if we’d known each other since forever. I had the chance to know everything about him. He liked the color blue – it reminded him of the vast, beautiful, blue sky. Then there was his kind of music. It turned out he was into musical songs from the plays. There came a night when we were just strolling around late at night when he asked me to visit this record store. I was surprised to see it still open, but Will just shrugged and said, “I usually play at night”, that was the time I saw him play the piano. Somehow, he had his own piano inside the record store. He was a good friend of the owner of the shop. And when he played the piano by his oh-so-musical-inclined fingers . . . it was like we were in a grass of field, having a picnic.

Will wasn’t a bad company. My nights felt so short, all thanks to him. Whenever we’re in school and/or practices of the play, it felt like the day was dragging on and on and I had to actually try not to think about it. The excitement of night expeditions with Will had me reeling in.

He also eats all kinds of food. He never had once bothered to deny the food. He’d always say that a good explorer should have his tummy full –Looking at him like that made me see the little boy in him.

But of course, Will wasn’t completely and totally a nice guy. Like the time where we were practicing our lines in the play and someone had just to say that I kept on messing it up, Will came in to my rescue to say, “Stop being such an arsehole.” And believe me, after that mad episode of his, no one complained about me anymore.  Even though he was always distant with me when it came to practices, I tried to understand him. Maybe he wanted to focus. It wasn’t like he had left me alone, because after every practice, he’d put his bonnet on my head and smile at me like he had just received his Christmas present.

My only concern was Elise. She kept on flirting with him at every chance she got, especially during rehearsals. Will’s name kept on rolling through her tongue, but Will seemed oblivious about it.

As for me, my nightmares stopped. Every time we’d end our little adventure at night, Will would always ask me a personal question, and vice versa. Once, he asked me, “Why won’t you let me visit your house?”

In which I replied, “My mom’s a mental crack.”

He didn’t press further on. Instead, he pressed a kiss on my forehead, and right there and then, I wanted to slip my arms around his muscle strength of a body. But I didn’t.

With every honest answer I give him, there would always be a soft kiss on my forehead, and let me tell you, his lips was lenient.

After that, he’d give me his warm smile and leave.

He was like that; threateningly and dangerously destroying my defenses. I was starting to wonder whether I’d still be able to put it back. The whole school had been wondering what caused Hedone to stop flaunting. Elise was even getting on my nerves. She kept giving me suspicious glances, her eyes always tracking me, probably probing me if I were with Will.

Elise was right about one thing, though. Will wasn’t for me. He was for someone much better than me. He didn’t need to know my entire being. He didn’t need to sink in to my hell of a life.