|Heather & Will
Author: LifeInTechicolour PM
Heather and Will meet in the school libaray on a Thursday. Over the weekend they develop feelings for each other.Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Romance/Hurt/Comfort - Chapters: 6 - Words: 4,016 - Published: 07-12-12 - Status: Complete - id: 3041266
|A+ A- Full 3/4 1/2 Expand Tighten|
"It's beautiful." I said.
Will blushed, "This place helped me overcome my... father's death. So I thought it might help you as well."
I gave him a hug.
"You're still hugging me." I pointed out.
She let go, "Sorry."
Her eyes are beautiful though, like the stars.
"About last night..." Heather started.
Which part? The nakedness or the sleeping in my bed?
"The sleeping in your bed part, Will," She said, tying her hair in a ponytail, "Did you try anything?"
Apparently I spoke my thought aloud. Hm.
"No, of course not." I said, truthfully.
"Right, ok then."
We had walked around the clearing without me noticing.
"If you want to cry, then I'm here." He offered.
Sniffling I accepted his offer by leaning on his shoulder and letting the tears fall.
Heather was wetting my top but if it makes her feel better, then I'll let her do it.
Suddenly, her phone rang. Town Called Malice by The Jam blared out.
She took it out of her pocket and looked at it, "I suppose I have to answer it."
"It's your choice." I said, shrugging.
She opened the phone and held it to her ear.
"Yes, Mum, I'm fine. Honestly."
"Fine I will, but can my friend come?"
"Ok great. Bye." She shut her phone and put it away.
I grabbed his sleeve and dragged him to my car parked outside his house.
"What are we doing?" Will asked, fastening his seatbelt.
"We," I replied, pulling out and driving off, "are going to my house for my Grandma's funeral."
"Heather! I can't go to a funeral dressed like this." He stared at me.
I waved a hand dismissively, "Don't worry. My Grandma wanted a happy affair."
"For a funeral?" Will was shocked.
I nodded, pulling into my driveway, "Come on."
This was my second experience of a funeral. My fathers' was a sombre service with appropriate flowers and hymes; this was a crazy affair with a live band and balloons. Bizarre.
I had stood or sat at the very back of the church, where Heathers' family couldn't see me. When I came outside into the weak sunshine, of course Heather had brought them over to me.
"So you're the one Heather stayed with last night." Her father said, judging me.
"Thank you." He said.
I must've looked shocked, because Heather's mother said, "We were worried as to where she was that's all. So it's a relief to find you're a sensible and charming young man."
"Erm... Thank you?"
"That's enough. Go and talk with Jim." Heather pushed them towards who I presumed is Jim.
Will had gone completely white and he had messed up his hair while talking to my parents.
"They weren't that bad, were they?"
"I was convinced your father was going to kill me." He muttered under his breathe.
Her laugh was a really soothing sound.
"I hope I never have to go through that process ever again." I said.
Heather laughed again.
"I blame you entirely, you know."
"Well, you would, wouldn't you?" She said.
"No! What are you doing?" I yelled while running away from Will who had a handful of wet leaves.
He caught me by the old tree trunk.
"This." He said before kissing me on the lips.
After my Grandma's funeral we got together. Unfortunately for Will, he had to go through the whole "Hurt my daughter/sister and I'll come after you with a shotgun" speech from both my dad and Jim.