A wiL Francis Story- Chapter 3 and Chapter 4
disclaimer: the same
Chapter 3
JULIET+
I woke up to the phone. I leaned
over and picked it up.
“Hello?” I asked groggily.
“Hi. Are you even awake?” said Wil
on the other side.
“No. How did you get this number,
Wil?
“I have ways.”
“Now you are officially creepy.”
“The phone book. I saw that your
last name is Andrews and you are the only Juliet Andrews in the phone book.”
“That’s lovely. I’ll see you in a
while. I’ll meet you outside the bookstore at
“Sure,” he said sounding extremely
excited.
“Good,” I said rolling over and
hanging up the phone. I groaned into my pillow, now awake. I glanced at the
clock. It was just after nine. I rolled up to sit on the edge of the bed. My
nightgown was long and definitely not see through. I grabbed my container of
lotion and put some on my scars- my pitiful attempt to get rid of them. I
changed into long pants, a long sleeve shirt- regardless of the heat and
humidity here, and my fingerless gloves that I always wore since my left hand
has many scars on it too. I left the house and went to my scheduled therapy
session as I did every morning.
I made it to the bookshop fifteen
minutes late, but I found no one there, so I went in.
“Hello, Charlie,” I said to my
friend who sat at the counter.
“What’s up, Juliet.”
“Anyone interesting come in today?”
“Nope. Boring day.”
“Every day is not a boring day,”
said Madame Gueret coming into the conversation.
“And you have your hands in
something that has to do with me,” I said.
“What?” said Madame Gueret
innocently.
“Ha! How did the guy find out that I
was in the park, unless someone told him and you are the only one who knows
that I go to the park when I’m mad or angry…”
“Now I do too,” said Charlie.’
“Shut up, man. And he found my
number in the phone book and my number is unlisted. He knows my last name,
saying he just saw it. And I wonder how he did see it?”
“Well, maybe I did have to do
something with it. I tampered with it- just a little,” said Madame Gueret,
smiling guiltily.
“You know the last time you tampered
with fate.”
“Ah…yes.”
“Yeah, that little love fest turned
into one of the nastiest divorces within the state of
“I just gave it all a little push. I
will not do anything else.”
“Promise.”
“I promise,” said Madame Gueret.
“Good,” I said noticing Wil outside.
“Later, you two.”
“Have fun, my dear,” Madame Gueret
called out after me.
“You did something already, haven’t
you,” said Charlie.
“I’m afraid so,” said Madame Gueret
her guilty smile turning conspiratorial.
I walked out of the bookstore and
approached Wil from behind him.
“Hi,” I said. Wil spun around.
“Good. I thought I missed you,” said
Wil, sounding relieved.
“No. I was also late as well. I was
just talking to some friends,” I said.
“Oh. Now you said that you were
going to show me the city,” said Wil getting excited.
“Okay. Well, you’ve already been to
the park.”
“In the middle of the night.”
“Fine. Come on,” I said taking his
hand and walking him to the park. We wandered around the park. Wil got
extremely excited when he saw the playground. He ran over to the slide and
slide down backwards. I laughed my gut out. I found that he made me laugh even
when I didn’t feel I wanted to. He was off the wall and acted like the world
was his playground.
“You have to try it,” said Wil
running up to me.
“No! My knee.”
“Come on,” he said helping me up to
the top of the slide. I was laughing so hard that I could barely even stand on
my own. I sat down at the top of the slide.
“Wait, wait, wait!”
He ran down to the bottom, holding
my cane in his hand. I slid down and straight into his arms. I slipped away,
taking my cane with me. We were silent for a moment.
“Are you hungry,” I asked suddenly
realizing what time it actually was.
“Yeah.”
“Come, I’ll take you to a place
where they serve authentic
“Hold on. Jump on my back,” he said
getting in front of me and crouching down so that I could easily get on. I
slipped onto his back and placed my cane to the front of him so that it
wouldn’t be in the way. “Where are we going?”
“Straight ahead. I’ll tell you when
to turn,” I commanded pointing ahead. Wil started running in that direction. By
the time we reached the sidewalk, I was laughing so hard I had a stomach ache.
“Stop, Wil!”
“All right,” said Wil stopping on
the sidewalk. People started giving us weird looks, making me laugh even
harder. “Why are you laughing?”
“Everyone is giving us weird looks
and some of them are hilarious,” I replied actually having fun on a date- that
is if you call this a date because it is neither in both sense of the word. “Go
left.” He went left. “See that alleyway to our right…”
“Yeah.”
“Go down that alleyway.” I made Wil
go all over the place, getting him thoroughly lost, but I knew exactly where I
was. “See that house in front of us. Go to the front door.” Wil took me to the
front door. I slipped off his back and knocked on the door. A window opened up
to reveal dark brown eyes.
“Who is it?”
“Juliet.”
“Password.”
“Password? Since when did Marco
implement a bloody password?”
“Lately.”
“Well, I don’t give a flying fuck.
You know who I am, Puablo,” I said.
“Hi, Juliet,” said Puablo before
closing the window. I turned to Wil.
“Marco is paranoid,” I said as the
door opened. I hugged Puablo and walked in.
“Who’s there,” boomed a big voice
from the kitchen.
“Juliet…And a friend.”
“A friend,” said Marco coming from
the kitchen, his big voice overpowering the light music that played. None of
the patrons that were inside noticed as it was a normal thing for Marco to be
yelling at the top of his lungs.
“Yes. Table for two, Puablo,” I
said.
“This way,” said Puablo leading me
and Wil to a table in front of a bay window that overlooked the
“Wow,” said Wil looking around.
“A friend of mine showed me this
place. I’ve been here often, as you can tell,” I said waving to Marco, who was
staring at us.
“Yeah.”
“This place is the biggest secret of
“So that’s why he was staring at my
ass and not yours,” comment Wil. I was suddenly glad for the low lighting so
that he didn’t see my flaming red cheeks.
“Ah…” I said unsure who to answer.
“So there is hope still left out
there. Finally,” I heard Marco comment before going into the kitchen. Wil looked
at me.
“They’re both saps for a good love
story,” I said. “Matchmakers to the bottom of both their hearts. I usually come
alone.”
“Ah,” said Wil. I wanted to smack my
self black and blue. Why did I just say
that, I thought hoping the floor would open up and eat me- whole. I always
said too much- a problem guys always hated: A woman who loved the sound of her
own voice.
“So…you sing, write songs, what else
do you do,” I said trying to learn all I could from the fascinating man that
sat across from me.
“I play the piano, guitar, bass, and
a few other things. I like meeting new people, which is very good in my line of
work,” said Wil closing his menu and took mine to place on top of his. He
stared at me across the table. “And what do you do other than work at the
bookstore?”
“Try to survive,” I said softly. My
knee started to hurt, but it would be awkward to rub it in a public place
because it would look like I was feeling myself when I really wasn’t.
“Are you in college?”
“Yeah. I’m trying to get my AA in
business, so I can help Madame Gueret.”
“Tell me about…Madame Gueret?”
“She’s the owner of the bookstore
and dabbles with fate on occasion,” I said trying to sum up my best friend in a
few words, which is incredibly hard to do.
“Dabbles with fate?”
“She’s a witch…of sorts. She’s not
really into it all anymore, but she keeps her book of spells handy though,” I
said as Puablo approached our table.
“What would you like to drink
tonight?”
“
“A mountain dew,” said Wil, a little
unsure of what to do in a place like this.
“Then two mountain dew’s it is,”
said Puablo walking away.
“They don’t care if you drink or
not,” I said, shifting to try to relieve the pain in my leg. “I drink on
occasion.”
“Oh…” said Wil, looking acutely embarrassed.
I smiled at him. Puablo came back quickly with two tall glasses of dew and a
smaller tumbler filled with a clear liquid.
“Here you are,” said Puablo sitting
the glasses down. He placed the tumbler in front of me. “And I’m thinking you
need this.” He walked away.
“What the hell…” I said smelling the
tumbler. “If I drink this like it is, I’ll be dead drunk by the time I finish
it.”
“What is it?”
“Straight up vodka,” I said pouring
the vodka into my dew.
“Why do you need vodka?”
“My knee.”
“Are you going to tell me what
happened to you?”
“Maybe,” I said avoiding the
inevitable for later. Puablo came back for our orders. When he left, Wil was
silent and I was too, unsure of how to proceed in an awkward moment like this.
I didn’t know what to do as I have never had a boyfriend, gone on a date, or
anything in any similar shape and form before in my entire life, so I am way
out of my league at the moment. We were still quiet when our food arrived and
we ate in silence. I was hoping someone would interrupt us and this tension
would be broken.
“You know, I have no idea what to
say right now,” I said going out on a limb- metaphorically speaking, of course.
“You don’t have to say anything at
all,” said Wil softly. I nearly melted into the chair. We talked about
absolutely nothing of importance during the rest of the dinner.
Afterwards, I got up and left faster
than I normally would as I could feel nothing from my neck down and my head was
in the clouds. I started down the street.
“Juliet, where are we going?” asked
Wil following me.
“
“Yeah.”
“All right then,” I said pulling him
after me. I wanted to take him to a place I found not even a week after I lived
here- and not by accident. I loved reading Anne Rice too. I walked down the
street holding onto my cane with one hand and his hand with my other, forcing
myself not to hum happily. “You know the
life of
“Fascinating,” said Wil as I took
him by a graveyard. “Hop the fence.”
“What!”
“Hop the fence,” I said.
“Technically we’re not supposed to be here after dark.”
“Okay,” said Wil, hopping over the
fence. “Here.” He helped me over the fence.
“This way,” I said leading him deep
into the cemetery. “We are in the
“Yeah,” said Wil trying to hold back
a laugh.
“This way,” I said pulling him through
the narrow streets. I knew the dangers of these places, having come here alone
often- to think. I have seen many things happen in these shadows, such as
muggings, a kidnapping (though I didn’t know it at the moment. That was a big
mess that happened like a month after I arrived here and a pain in the ass to
clean up.), stuff like that. Even though I am half drunk out of my mind, I
still watched the shadows. I stopped by
a specific tomb.
“Why are we here?”
“This is the designated tomb of the
vampire Lestat,” I said, shifting the voodoo coins and little presents left at
the site with my foot. People were always leaving stuff here.
“Are you serious?”
“Yep. This is an interesting place
to visit and don’t come alone because you’re an open target,” I said letting go
of his hand and tipping back to stare at the sky above.
“You really need to slow down or
you’re going to kill your self,” said Wil leaning back up.
“Puablo gave me vodka and I do know why,”
I said starting to walk around Wil. “And, I have a confession to make…”
“What,” said Wil turning around to
keep me in his sight.
“I like you- a lot. And I don’t know
why. Do you know why?” I said starting to skip around him, making a bog circle.
Wil said nothing. Pain shot up from my knee, making reality hit me like a ton of
bricks to the head. I hit the ground on my ass, my head clear of all the
cobwebs that come when I get hard liquor in my system. I sucked in a deep breath, trying to level my
over shocked system.
“Are you okay?” said Wil crouching
down next to me.
“My knee,” I rasped out, clutching
my knee (like that helps relieve any pain, that concept is beyond me.). “Fuck.”
“Here,” said Wil picking me off of
the ground and setting me on a nearby tomb that was the perfect height for me
to be exactly face to face with him.
“Fuck,” I chanted like a mantra.
“May I?” said Wil holding on the
edge of my pant’s leg. I nodded, trying to get rid of the pain. He slowly left
my pant’s leg up and over my knee, revealing the mangled mess of scars that
covered my knee. “Damn, girl.”
“It was a mistake. I was out over a
creek by my house. It was fast because of some snow and rain and bloody cold. I
was out on a branch over it and the branch broke. I fell in. My knee got caught
between two hard, immovable objects and it was crushed. I was in the water too
long so I have some nerve damage and have a permanent blue tinge to my fingers
and toes. My hand was mangled somehow, but I don’t know how. That’s why I wear
the gloves. I found out later that it was my neighbor that pulled me out. He
was a first responder for the fire department. My memory has always been a little fuzzy
during that time. Two years later, I’m still in physical therapy and can’t
really walk,” I said leaning back. I have no idea what he was doing, but it
felt really good. I love the feel of his hands. “What ever you are doing…don’t
stop.”
“All right,” said Wil, with a sly
smile. “Tell me something.”
“What?”
“What is it with you and colors?”
“Colors?”
“Yeah.”
“I have no idea what you are talking
about,” I said leaning up to look at him.
“Nevermind then,” he said still
rubbing my leg. I leaned back again. “Thank you for telling me.”
“Telling you what?”
“What happened to you. I’m glad that
now I know, so I won’t act like a fool again.”
“Since when have you been a fool? I
was just drunk and spouted off random things to you.”
“When I first really met you. I
accused you of being crippled in front of a crowd.”
“Well, you didn’t do it on stage.”
“Close enough though.”
“Yeah…” I said remembering it
vividly. It was the first time that I really saw him. I sat up to look at him.
“I’m sorry,” he said pulling off my
left glove. “I’m so sorry.” He pressed a kiss to one of the scars on my hand. A
gasp escaped past my lips. “I’m sorry.” He kissed another scar. He kissed every
scar, then he started again; all the while saying he was sorry.
“Wil,” I said stopping him. I took
his beautiful face in my hands, forcing him to look at me. “I forgive you.”
I pressed my lips to his, hoping
that the kiss that we shared the night before was only a preamble. He quickly
took the lead, taking me to a place I didn’t know it even existed. I saw
fireworks and felt the heat. There was nothing cool about this sexy man.
WIL+
With my lips still against hers, I
lifted her off of the tomb and lightly set her on the ground. I leaned back,
breaking the kiss so that I could grab her cane that was lying on the ground.
She gasped when she put her full weight on her leg. I handed her the cane, then
picked her up.
“Wil,” she gasped.
“I’m fine. You’re actually really
light,” I said. In actuality, she was light, not like super light, but light
enough that I wouldn’t kill my back.
I walked all the way to her house
and up to her front door. It was like carrying equipment, but this was way
better. All the while she played with the ends of my hair. I didn’t realize how
much of a turn on it was until now.
“Thank you,” she said as I set her
down in front of the door. She unlocked it.
“I should be thanking you,” I said
as she opened the door a crack. I could see in, but I couldn’t see much of
inside.
“Why?” said Juliet facing me. I
stared down at the face that people would consider cute and nothing more, but
for some reason I loved it. I loved the way her blue eyes dominated her face
and her lips shiny from my kisses.
“Because you took me around
“Oh, please. I took you to the park,
dinner, and a graveyard. That’s it. And half of that time I was drunk,” she
said with a laugh.
“Well, I never would have
experienced these things if it wasn’t for you.”
“Push over,” she said grinning as
she turned on some lights behind her, outlining her body. I just wanted to take
her here and now. I really need to take my over heating body and just leave.
“I better be going,” I said gruffly.
“Why?” she asked softly.
“Because tomorrow evening we leave.”
“That’s makes this night
exceptionally special,” said Juliet, taking my hand and leading me into her
house.
“Juliet, if I stay any longer, then I
cannot guarantee I will make it out before morning,” I groaned.
“Who says that I want you to leave
until morning,” she said putting her cane to the side.
“What are you saying, Juliet?”
“I am saying that I want you to
stay…I am saying that I want you,” she said. I smiled wickedly just before I
kissed her with all the passion that I had been holding in since I saw her come
out of the bookstore this morning. She moaned into my mouth.
That night she took me to heaven.
Chapter 4
JULIET+
When I woke up, I found myself
alone. I turned over to his side and wanted to weep my heart out, suddenly
feeling used as it seemed that to him it was only a one night stand, but my
hand brushed against something on the pillow. I sat up, taking what was on it, and
opened the note that was left on the pillow.
You took me to heaven.
It was all that it said. I grinned
to myself and sat up. I found myself incredibly tender, but very much alive. I
went through my daily routine in the morning, but I called my therapist and
cancelled my appointment. I called Madame Gueret and took a rare sick day. Then
I left for the park. This was their last day here in
I
found their bus, but it was impossible to see inside as the windows were
incredibly high off of the ground. A noise inside caught my attention, so I
knocked on the door.
“Hi,”
I said when a guy opened the door. He looked almost like Bun, but not exactly.
“Hi.
You must be Juliet.”
“That
I am.”
“I’m
“Oh.
You look like one of the guys.”
“I’m
Jake Wambold’s brother. Did you need something?”
“I
was wondering if you can keep the guys away from the bus for a while.”
“Yeah.
Why?”
“I
want to clean the bus and their clothes.”
“Everybody’s?”
“Yeah.”
“How
bout this, I help because I don’t have to be out for a while.”
“That
would be awesome,” I said. “And you can get rid of the ‘other stuff’.”
“Other
stuff,” he asked confused, and then it dawned on him. The bad magazines and the
like. “Oh! Yeah, I will.”
“Then
let’s get started,” I said entering the bus.
When
we got back to the bus,
“Holy
shit, man,” I said breathing out the breath that I was holding in.
“Huh?
Why are you here,” he asked me.
“We’re
cleaning the bus,” said
“I
wanted to clean the bus for them. Could you do something for us?”
“Sure.”
“Can
you call
“I
can do that,” said Dakota grabbing what he needed and leaving. “By the way, the
bus looks great, you two.”
“Thanks,”
said
“Who
was that?” I asked putting down the towel that I was using to dry dishes with.
“Hide,”
said
“It
smells good in here. Do you know why,
“No.
It always smells like this, Nick,” I heard
“Whatever,”
said Nick under his breath. I held my breath until I heard the door close
again.
“They’re
gone,” he said helping me out of the crack. “I have to go man the merch table.”
“That’s
fine. Who was it?”
“Nick
and Angel.”
“Okay.
You better go, I’ll finish up here.”
