i honestly think im having a bit of a fanfic writing addiction lately. i normall spread them out, but i just keep wanting to write. this one may be a little cheesy or badly written, just wanted to have fun with it really.
love you guys :)
‘Eight, twelve, fourteen, and the triple point score, that makes… Forty-two! Score! Oh yes, look at me!’ I attempted a miniature victory-dance, but with the pain, it was barely possible; even now. I was healing, slowly but surely, but it would take time, and care, and rest. The nurses were constantly urging me to sleep and relax, but being with Will made the pain subside for the short time he was here, which was increasing becoming less.
Will leaned back in his chair, with the look of ‘yeah yeah, do your dance’ on his face but with a faint smile playing around his lips. The evil-genius look lit his face as he eyed his own letters, contemplating where to place them, no doubt trying to beat my highest score. With fabulous already down, Will snuck in the two letters ‘Mr’ in front, spelling MrFabulous. I simply had to look at him, and I broke into fits of giggles. I couldn’t stop, the way he looks at you is comical, never mind when he looks like a mad man eyeing up an innocent girl. But with his smouldering eyes, it was hard to resist looking back, each time making my sides ache more. Will simply waited while I tried to stop, without success. In the end I was yelping out in pain with my rib cage threatening to spilt. Tears were running down my face as I writhed around with convulsions of laughter rattling through me. The nurses were eyeing me cautiously with their preying eyes accusing Will, who’s face was slowly sinking into worry. Taking the scrabble board off the bed, and towering over me in his attempt for me to look at him straight, Will tried to calm me. I slowly quietened down and the nurses evaporated into the ward again. Will look into my eyes, careful not to touch any part of me that was tender, as his held my face in both hands. I smiled softly at him; in hope he would see I was fine. He kissed the tears that remained on my cheeks and sank onto the bed, crumpling the layers of sheets under me. He had his back to me so I couldn’t see his face but, with his head down I knew it couldn’t be good. I leaned forward, ever so slightly, and laid a hand on his back with my fingers spread. His muscles loosened under my touch and gradually relaxed against my fingers. I leaned round him and softly offered him a comfier seat next to me. Will accepted with a subtle nod of his head, keeping our shoulders touching, evidently feeling content with me near, and signed with two fingers pinching the bridge of his nose.
‘Hey, you ok?’ I leaned around to peer at him. His head seemed to be loose on his shoulders, as if he couldn’t hold it up. I brushed my hand across his forehead. Bitterly cold. This was wrong and totally out of character for Will.
‘Yeah… I haven’t eaten, that’s all.’ I wasn’t sure whether to leave the subject or keep at him, pushing for the truth. I decided I better leave it there, he looked awful. His face was becoming paler by the minute and was soon being supported by me while he swayed unsteadily.
‘Look, go get something to eat. I’ll be here when you get back.’ He stiffened, and I held him tighter.
‘Will? I’m here. Are you… do you need a nurse?’ His head snapped up, scaring the life out of me in the process, and stared directly at me. Ever so subtly, his face soon softened back into his original expression, and the blood flushed his face again. I smiled along with him, confused at what I was doing this for.
‘Let’s go out. For lunch.’ My heart lurched, responding to the word ‘out’. I yearned to be outside these past four weeks, but the nurses said I was still too weak. ‘Just me and you. Please, Ash? Like we used to.’ How could I resist? I giggled, feeling the rush of excitement and mystery run through me as he turned to face me.
‘What’s going on with you? Mr, lets-be-rebel-and-sneak-out.’ He smiled, the evil-genius smile, while his eyes had a tint of mischief I’d never seen in Will before. They glowed with the thick mists of dark wonder and undiscovered truth and smouldered with the embers of a lost fire under a deserts night. But who said I was complaining? ‘I’m feeling impulsive.’ I giggled more as his eyes glinted again, bringing a rosy tint to my cheeks. ‘Go on, get changed. I brought clothes for you.’ He handed me a large, white box. I was confused, but went along with it before this new Will faded. I was having too much fun. I grabbed it and tiptoed, bare foot, to the bathroom. I threw the lid off and shook the piece of material out. As it unfolded it became aware to me with was a dress; a summer dress. The fabric was delicate under my fingers and slipped through them with ease. It was truly a symbol of elegance. Its strapless style revealed my precious collarbones wrapped in smooth, peaches and cream, skin. The colour was beautiful, a rich champagne with coral-opal as a sheer undertone to the fabric. Slipping it over me, it fell onto my bodice and hugged my figure with a soft bounce. I felt… sexy. With confidence inside me, I let my hair fall over my shoulders, and carefully stepped out in case any nurse saw me. I searched for Will by my bed and saw him laid across it, eyes closed. He hadn’t slept a full night yet. Every now and then he would get a hotel room or sometimes even nab a hospital bed, but never let me out of his sight the rest of the time; not that I could get out of his sight even if I tried.
I walked over to the bed and brushed my fingers across his face, through his hair and over his shoulders. His lips turned up into a faint smile as I did it again.
‘You look like your five years old again.’ I whispered with humour in my voice, amused at how young he looked right now.
‘You act his five years old when you are excited,’ He opened his eyes which met mine and slowly worked their way down my body, that dark amusement crossed his features again. I melted in that instant. Feeling in control, I twirled around on the spot with the dress hugging me closer, but once I’d made a full turn it relaxed back into its fixed place perfectly. I couldn’t keep the smile back as he stood up in front of me, hands on my waist, and whispering the words,
‘Beautiful.’ I blushed and look down. No shoes, darn. I looked back to him, marvelling at his own personal beauty.
‘You forgot the shoes.’ He followed my site as his lips lingered by my ears.
‘Who needs shoes when you can do this?’ Before I could even look back up, he had swept me off my feet and was running through the hospital. The adrenaline that winded me speechless was overwhelming, and amazing. Running through the halls leaving echoes of my giggles behind, we made it outside the hospital and init Will’s car. The one last look at me, a wicked smile plastered on his lips, he revved the car and pulled out onto the road.
Team Dylan or Team Will? eh eh ;)
love you guys :)
‘Eight, twelve, fourteen, and the triple point score, that makes… Forty-two! Score! Oh yes, look at me!’ I attempted a miniature victory-dance, but with the pain, it was barely possible; even now. I was healing, slowly but surely, but it would take time, and care, and rest. The nurses were constantly urging me to sleep and relax, but being with Will made the pain subside for the short time he was here, which was increasing becoming less.
Will leaned back in his chair, with the look of ‘yeah yeah, do your dance’ on his face but with a faint smile playing around his lips. The evil-genius look lit his face as he eyed his own letters, contemplating where to place them, no doubt trying to beat my highest score. With fabulous already down, Will snuck in the two letters ‘Mr’ in front, spelling MrFabulous. I simply had to look at him, and I broke into fits of giggles. I couldn’t stop, the way he looks at you is comical, never mind when he looks like a mad man eyeing up an innocent girl. But with his smouldering eyes, it was hard to resist looking back, each time making my sides ache more. Will simply waited while I tried to stop, without success. In the end I was yelping out in pain with my rib cage threatening to spilt. Tears were running down my face as I writhed around with convulsions of laughter rattling through me. The nurses were eyeing me cautiously with their preying eyes accusing Will, who’s face was slowly sinking into worry. Taking the scrabble board off the bed, and towering over me in his attempt for me to look at him straight, Will tried to calm me. I slowly quietened down and the nurses evaporated into the ward again. Will look into my eyes, careful not to touch any part of me that was tender, as his held my face in both hands. I smiled softly at him; in hope he would see I was fine. He kissed the tears that remained on my cheeks and sank onto the bed, crumpling the layers of sheets under me. He had his back to me so I couldn’t see his face but, with his head down I knew it couldn’t be good. I leaned forward, ever so slightly, and laid a hand on his back with my fingers spread. His muscles loosened under my touch and gradually relaxed against my fingers. I leaned round him and softly offered him a comfier seat next to me. Will accepted with a subtle nod of his head, keeping our shoulders touching, evidently feeling content with me near, and signed with two fingers pinching the bridge of his nose.
‘Hey, you ok?’ I leaned around to peer at him. His head seemed to be loose on his shoulders, as if he couldn’t hold it up. I brushed my hand across his forehead. Bitterly cold. This was wrong and totally out of character for Will.
‘Yeah… I haven’t eaten, that’s all.’ I wasn’t sure whether to leave the subject or keep at him, pushing for the truth. I decided I better leave it there, he looked awful. His face was becoming paler by the minute and was soon being supported by me while he swayed unsteadily.
‘Look, go get something to eat. I’ll be here when you get back.’ He stiffened, and I held him tighter.
‘Will? I’m here. Are you… do you need a nurse?’ His head snapped up, scaring the life out of me in the process, and stared directly at me. Ever so subtly, his face soon softened back into his original expression, and the blood flushed his face again. I smiled along with him, confused at what I was doing this for.
‘Let’s go out. For lunch.’ My heart lurched, responding to the word ‘out’. I yearned to be outside these past four weeks, but the nurses said I was still too weak. ‘Just me and you. Please, Ash? Like we used to.’ How could I resist? I giggled, feeling the rush of excitement and mystery run through me as he turned to face me.
‘What’s going on with you? Mr, lets-be-rebel-and-sneak-out.’ He smiled, the evil-genius smile, while his eyes had a tint of mischief I’d never seen in Will before. They glowed with the thick mists of dark wonder and undiscovered truth and smouldered with the embers of a lost fire under a deserts night. But who said I was complaining? ‘I’m feeling impulsive.’ I giggled more as his eyes glinted again, bringing a rosy tint to my cheeks. ‘Go on, get changed. I brought clothes for you.’ He handed me a large, white box. I was confused, but went along with it before this new Will faded. I was having too much fun. I grabbed it and tiptoed, bare foot, to the bathroom. I threw the lid off and shook the piece of material out. As it unfolded it became aware to me with was a dress; a summer dress. The fabric was delicate under my fingers and slipped through them with ease. It was truly a symbol of elegance. Its strapless style revealed my precious collarbones wrapped in smooth, peaches and cream, skin. The colour was beautiful, a rich champagne with coral-opal as a sheer undertone to the fabric. Slipping it over me, it fell onto my bodice and hugged my figure with a soft bounce. I felt… sexy. With confidence inside me, I let my hair fall over my shoulders, and carefully stepped out in case any nurse saw me. I searched for Will by my bed and saw him laid across it, eyes closed. He hadn’t slept a full night yet. Every now and then he would get a hotel room or sometimes even nab a hospital bed, but never let me out of his sight the rest of the time; not that I could get out of his sight even if I tried.
I walked over to the bed and brushed my fingers across his face, through his hair and over his shoulders. His lips turned up into a faint smile as I did it again.
‘You look like your five years old again.’ I whispered with humour in my voice, amused at how young he looked right now.
‘You act his five years old when you are excited,’ He opened his eyes which met mine and slowly worked their way down my body, that dark amusement crossed his features again. I melted in that instant. Feeling in control, I twirled around on the spot with the dress hugging me closer, but once I’d made a full turn it relaxed back into its fixed place perfectly. I couldn’t keep the smile back as he stood up in front of me, hands on my waist, and whispering the words,
‘Beautiful.’ I blushed and look down. No shoes, darn. I looked back to him, marvelling at his own personal beauty.
‘You forgot the shoes.’ He followed my site as his lips lingered by my ears.
‘Who needs shoes when you can do this?’ Before I could even look back up, he had swept me off my feet and was running through the hospital. The adrenaline that winded me speechless was overwhelming, and amazing. Running through the halls leaving echoes of my giggles behind, we made it outside the hospital and init Will’s car. The one last look at me, a wicked smile plastered on his lips, he revved the car and pulled out onto the road.
Team Dylan or Team Will? eh eh ;)
i honestly think im having a bit of a fanfic writing addiction lately. i normall spread them out, but i just keep wanting to write. this one may be a little cheesy or badly written, just wanted to have fun with it really.
love you guys :)
‘Eight, twelve, fourteen, and the triple point score, that makes… Forty-two! Score! Oh yes, look at me!’ I attempted a miniature victory-dance, but with the pain, it was barely possible; even now. I was healing, slowly but surely, but it would take time, and care, and rest. The nurses were constantly urging me to sleep and relax, but being with Will made the pain subside for the short time he was here, which was increasing becoming less.
Will leaned back in his chair, with the look of ‘yeah yeah, do your dance’ on his face but with a faint smile playing around his lips. The evil-genius look lit his face as he eyed his own letters, contemplating where to place them, no doubt trying to beat my highest score. With fabulous already down, Will snuck in the two letters ‘Mr’ in front, spelling MrFabulous. I simply had to look at him, and I broke into fits of giggles. I couldn’t stop, the way he looks at you is comical, never mind when he looks like a mad man eyeing up an innocent girl. But with his smouldering eyes, it was hard to resist looking back, each time making my sides ache more. Will simply waited while I tried to stop, without success. In the end I was yelping out in pain with my rib cage threatening to spilt. Tears were running down my face as I writhed around with convulsions of laughter rattling through me. The nurses were eyeing me cautiously with their preying eyes accusing Will, who’s face was slowly sinking into worry. Taking the scrabble board off the bed, and towering over me in his attempt for me to look at him straight, Will tried to calm me. I slowly quietened down and the nurses evaporated into the ward again. Will look into my eyes, careful not to touch any part of me that was tender, as his held my face in both hands. I smiled softly at him; in hope he would see I was fine. He kissed the tears that remained on my cheeks and sank onto the bed, crumpling the layers of sheets under me. He had his back to me so I couldn’t see his face but, with his head down I knew it couldn’t be good. I leaned forward, ever so slightly, and laid a hand on his back with my fingers spread. His muscles loosened under my touch and gradually relaxed against my fingers. I leaned round him and softly offered him a comfier seat next to me. Will accepted with a subtle nod of his head, keeping our shoulders touching, evidently feeling content with me near, and signed with two fingers pinching the bridge of his nose.
‘Hey, you ok?’ I leaned around to peer at him. His head seemed to be loose on his shoulders, as if he couldn’t hold it up. I brushed my hand across his forehead. Bitterly cold. This was wrong and totally out of character for Will.
‘Yeah… I haven’t eaten, that’s all.’ I wasn’t sure whether to leave the subject or keep at him, pushing for the truth. I decided I better leave it there, he looked awful. His face was becoming paler by the minute and was soon being supported by me while he swayed unsteadily.
‘Look, go get something to eat. I’ll be here when you get back.’ He stiffened, and I held him tighter.
‘Will? I’m here. Are you… do you need a nurse?’ His head snapped up, scaring the life out of me in the process, and stared directly at me. Ever so subtly, his face soon softened back into his original expression, and the blood flushed his face again. I smiled along with him, confused at what I was doing this for.
‘Let’s go out. For lunch.’ My heart lurched, responding to the word ‘out’. I yearned to be outside these past four weeks, but the nurses said I was still too weak. ‘Just me and you. Please, Ash? Like we used to.’ How could I resist? I giggled, feeling the rush of excitement and mystery run through me as he turned to face me.
‘What’s going on with you? Mr, lets-be-rebel-and-sneak-out.’ He smiled, the evil-genius smile, while his eyes had a tint of mischief I’d never seen in Will before. They glowed with the thick mists of dark wonder and undiscovered truth and smouldered with the embers of a lost fire under a deserts night. But who said I was complaining? ‘I’m feeling impulsive.’ I giggled more as his eyes glinted again, bringing a rosy tint to my cheeks. ‘Go on, get changed. I brought clothes for you.’ He handed me a large, white box. I was confused, but went along with it before this new Will faded. I was having too much fun. I grabbed it and tiptoed, bare foot, to the bathroom. I threw the lid off and shook the piece of material out. As it unfolded it became aware to me with was a dress; a summer dress. The fabric was delicate under my fingers and slipped through them with ease. It was truly a symbol of elegance. Its strapless style revealed my precious collarbones wrapped in smooth, peaches and cream, skin. The colour was beautiful, a rich champagne with coral-opal as a sheer undertone to the fabric. Slipping it over me, it fell onto my bodice and hugged my figure with a soft bounce. I felt… sexy. With confidence inside me, I let my hair fall over my shoulders, and carefully stepped out in case any nurse saw me. I searched for Will by my bed and saw him laid across it, eyes closed. He hadn’t slept a full night yet. Every now and then he would get a hotel room or sometimes even nab a hospital bed, but never let me out of his sight the rest of the time; not that I could get out of his sight even if I tried.
I walked over to the bed and brushed my fingers across his face, through his hair and over his shoulders. His lips turned up into a faint smile as I did it again.
‘You look like your five years old again.’ I whispered with humour in my voice, amused at how young he looked right now.
‘You act his five years old when you are excited,’ He opened his eyes which met mine and slowly worked their way down my body, that dark amusement crossed his features again. I melted in that instant. Feeling in control, I twirled around on the spot with the dress hugging me closer, but once I’d made a full turn it relaxed back into its fixed place perfectly. I couldn’t keep the smile back as he stood up in front of me, hands on my waist, and whispering the words,
‘Beautiful.’ I blushed and look down. No shoes, darn. I looked back to him, marvelling at his own personal beauty.
‘You forgot the shoes.’ He followed my site as his lips lingered by my ears.
‘Who needs shoes when you can do this?’ Before I could even look back up, he had swept me off my feet and was running through the hospital. The adrenaline that winded me speechless was overwhelming, and amazing. Running through the halls leaving echoes of my giggles behind, we made it outside the hospital and init Will’s car. The one last look at me, a wicked smile plastered on his lips, he revved the car and pulled out onto the road.
Team Dylan or Team Will? eh eh ;)
love you guys :)
‘Eight, twelve, fourteen, and the triple point score, that makes… Forty-two! Score! Oh yes, look at me!’ I attempted a miniature victory-dance, but with the pain, it was barely possible; even now. I was healing, slowly but surely, but it would take time, and care, and rest. The nurses were constantly urging me to sleep and relax, but being with Will made the pain subside for the short time he was here, which was increasing becoming less.
Will leaned back in his chair, with the look of ‘yeah yeah, do your dance’ on his face but with a faint smile playing around his lips. The evil-genius look lit his face as he eyed his own letters, contemplating where to place them, no doubt trying to beat my highest score. With fabulous already down, Will snuck in the two letters ‘Mr’ in front, spelling MrFabulous. I simply had to look at him, and I broke into fits of giggles. I couldn’t stop, the way he looks at you is comical, never mind when he looks like a mad man eyeing up an innocent girl. But with his smouldering eyes, it was hard to resist looking back, each time making my sides ache more. Will simply waited while I tried to stop, without success. In the end I was yelping out in pain with my rib cage threatening to spilt. Tears were running down my face as I writhed around with convulsions of laughter rattling through me. The nurses were eyeing me cautiously with their preying eyes accusing Will, who’s face was slowly sinking into worry. Taking the scrabble board off the bed, and towering over me in his attempt for me to look at him straight, Will tried to calm me. I slowly quietened down and the nurses evaporated into the ward again. Will look into my eyes, careful not to touch any part of me that was tender, as his held my face in both hands. I smiled softly at him; in hope he would see I was fine. He kissed the tears that remained on my cheeks and sank onto the bed, crumpling the layers of sheets under me. He had his back to me so I couldn’t see his face but, with his head down I knew it couldn’t be good. I leaned forward, ever so slightly, and laid a hand on his back with my fingers spread. His muscles loosened under my touch and gradually relaxed against my fingers. I leaned round him and softly offered him a comfier seat next to me. Will accepted with a subtle nod of his head, keeping our shoulders touching, evidently feeling content with me near, and signed with two fingers pinching the bridge of his nose.
‘Hey, you ok?’ I leaned around to peer at him. His head seemed to be loose on his shoulders, as if he couldn’t hold it up. I brushed my hand across his forehead. Bitterly cold. This was wrong and totally out of character for Will.
‘Yeah… I haven’t eaten, that’s all.’ I wasn’t sure whether to leave the subject or keep at him, pushing for the truth. I decided I better leave it there, he looked awful. His face was becoming paler by the minute and was soon being supported by me while he swayed unsteadily.
‘Look, go get something to eat. I’ll be here when you get back.’ He stiffened, and I held him tighter.
‘Will? I’m here. Are you… do you need a nurse?’ His head snapped up, scaring the life out of me in the process, and stared directly at me. Ever so subtly, his face soon softened back into his original expression, and the blood flushed his face again. I smiled along with him, confused at what I was doing this for.
‘Let’s go out. For lunch.’ My heart lurched, responding to the word ‘out’. I yearned to be outside these past four weeks, but the nurses said I was still too weak. ‘Just me and you. Please, Ash? Like we used to.’ How could I resist? I giggled, feeling the rush of excitement and mystery run through me as he turned to face me.
‘What’s going on with you? Mr, lets-be-rebel-and-sneak-out.’ He smiled, the evil-genius smile, while his eyes had a tint of mischief I’d never seen in Will before. They glowed with the thick mists of dark wonder and undiscovered truth and smouldered with the embers of a lost fire under a deserts night. But who said I was complaining? ‘I’m feeling impulsive.’ I giggled more as his eyes glinted again, bringing a rosy tint to my cheeks. ‘Go on, get changed. I brought clothes for you.’ He handed me a large, white box. I was confused, but went along with it before this new Will faded. I was having too much fun. I grabbed it and tiptoed, bare foot, to the bathroom. I threw the lid off and shook the piece of material out. As it unfolded it became aware to me with was a dress; a summer dress. The fabric was delicate under my fingers and slipped through them with ease. It was truly a symbol of elegance. Its strapless style revealed my precious collarbones wrapped in smooth, peaches and cream, skin. The colour was beautiful, a rich champagne with coral-opal as a sheer undertone to the fabric. Slipping it over me, it fell onto my bodice and hugged my figure with a soft bounce. I felt… sexy. With confidence inside me, I let my hair fall over my shoulders, and carefully stepped out in case any nurse saw me. I searched for Will by my bed and saw him laid across it, eyes closed. He hadn’t slept a full night yet. Every now and then he would get a hotel room or sometimes even nab a hospital bed, but never let me out of his sight the rest of the time; not that I could get out of his sight even if I tried.
I walked over to the bed and brushed my fingers across his face, through his hair and over his shoulders. His lips turned up into a faint smile as I did it again.
‘You look like your five years old again.’ I whispered with humour in my voice, amused at how young he looked right now.
‘You act his five years old when you are excited,’ He opened his eyes which met mine and slowly worked their way down my body, that dark amusement crossed his features again. I melted in that instant. Feeling in control, I twirled around on the spot with the dress hugging me closer, but once I’d made a full turn it relaxed back into its fixed place perfectly. I couldn’t keep the smile back as he stood up in front of me, hands on my waist, and whispering the words,
‘Beautiful.’ I blushed and look down. No shoes, darn. I looked back to him, marvelling at his own personal beauty.
‘You forgot the shoes.’ He followed my site as his lips lingered by my ears.
‘Who needs shoes when you can do this?’ Before I could even look back up, he had swept me off my feet and was running through the hospital. The adrenaline that winded me speechless was overwhelming, and amazing. Running through the halls leaving echoes of my giggles behind, we made it outside the hospital and init Will’s car. The one last look at me, a wicked smile plastered on his lips, he revved the car and pulled out onto the road.
Team Dylan or Team Will? eh eh ;)