Amber dropped her things on the floor as soon as she stepped into her room. She made her way over to her bed, laid down, then curled up into a ball, burying her face in her knees.
Why was Jace, her boyfriend, kissing Savannah, her best friend? It was obviously not a misunderstanding, not with the way they were going at it… Gosh, why did this have to hurt so much?
Five hours. It had been five hours since Amber had been coped up in her room, from lunch till the end of classes. William didn’t know what to do. Finally, he was getting tired of hearing quiet sniffles from her room.
He knocked.
"Go 'way," Amber called from her ball in bed.
She didn't want to talk to William. She didn't want to talk to anyone. Not now, not ever. She just couldn't believe what she'd seen…
“Stop moping, Blue,” William sighed, annoyance creeping into his voice before he tried to grab a hold of it. “Come out of the damned room.”
(Will, honey, no…)
Amber's eyes flew open at his tone, and she glared at the door. Was he seriously annoyed with her? For being sad and in pain?
She stood and walked over to the door, glaring at him when she yanked it open. Her eyes were still red and puffy, her cheeks were tear-stained, and her hair was a mess. Over all, she just looked plain miserable.
"What do you want?" she demanded, her voice shaking.
William tried not to wince when he saw her appearance. He also tried hard not to wipe away the stray tears on her face.
“Wash yourself up,” William folded his arms. “I’m taking you out.”
Amber raised her eyebrows at him. Really? He was taking her out? Right now? Why in the world was he being like this with her? Didn't he hate her?
"Where?" she questioned, her tone of voice demanding an answer.
(Wrong character. XD)
“I don’t want to do this, but I’m getting tired of hearing you cry,” William sighed, running a hand through his hair. “So I’m taking you out for whatever until you stop.”
That wasn’t what he wanted to say. It really wasn’t, but with Amber, his words jumbled up. She already knew his issue, though, so he didn’t have to hold back. He could be as bitter as he wanted. It really didn’t matter.
Amber narrowed her eyes at him. What game was he playing? Because whatever it was, she was definitely beginning to not want to be in it…
"Then why don't you just leave? Go somewhere on your own so you can't hear me cry. I don't know about you, but witnessing your boyfriend cheating on you is painful—"
Oh, no… She didn't… Oh, shoot shoot shoot!
William’s eyes widened a fraction at her statement. Her boyfriend cheated on her. That stupid goofball had the gall to do that? No wonder she was a crying mess. It wasn’t a fight, nor was it a breakup. It was much more than that.
William sighed.
“Well, fantastic,” he muttered to himself before returning his attention towards Amber. “All the more reasons for me to do so, no? I’ll buy you ice cream—you eat that when you feel upset, don’t you?”
Amber sighed and brought her hands up to cover her face. "Why? Why are you doing this?" she wondered quietly, beginning to cave in.
“I don’t know,” William answered honestly, leaning against the doorframe, trying to shut himself up but failing. “I guess I know what it feels like not having anyone around when you need them, I suppose.”
Amber slowly pulled her hands from her face, rubbing at her eyes before wrapping her arms around herself.
"Okay… Fine, then," she gave in, her voice quiet and slightly hoarse. "But you're paying since it's your idea."
William snorted, shaking his head.
“I already said I would,” he rolled his eyes. “Now do get yourself cleaned up. You look miserable.”
Amber glared at him before stepped back and closing the door in his face. He was such a jerk sometimes… But at least he was paying for ice cream. What person in their right mind would turn down free ice cream?
A few minutes later, she had scrubbed her face clean of all evidence of tears. The mascara trails were gone, her eyes were back to their normal size and color, and the only thing that might give away her pain and anger were her slightly pink cheeks. She’d even put on new mascara to finish the illusion.
William was waiting for Amber, leaning against the wall, arms folded, eyes closed. What he was doing, he had no idea. He didn’t know why he was acting like an idiot. He could just leave her to her misery, but he was even confusing himself. Perhaps he had a bipolar disorder, too, along with his anger issues. That would explain why he said one thing and did another.
William heaved a sigh.
Amber sighed and ran her fingers through her hair. Whatever was going on, she could deal with it. Later, though. Right now, she wanted that ice cream.
She stepped out of her room, purse slung over her shoulder. Without a glance at William, she walked over to the door and shrugged her coat on, pulling her shoes on afterwards.
“Let’s go,” she said simply.
William pulled himself off of the wall and followed after Amber quietly, turning off the lights when they were out.
His agenda was to get her the ice cream—keep her from breaking down crying. He’d deal with Jace later for doing such a cowardly act.
“Are we walking? Or do you have a car?” Amber questioned, finally glancing back at him with a blank expression.
“If you’re cold, we can take my car,” William answered back, his hands stuffed in his pockets as he looked at her, an eyebrow quirked.
Amber shrugged and looked away again. “Is it far? Because we might want to drive if it is.”
William nodded.
“My car’s in the parking lot,” he answered, already walking ahead. Though it was incredibly cold, it had yet to snow. William was thankful for that—he and cold didn’t get along too well.
(Should we skip? Maybe to when thy get back?)
(Maybe keep it up a little? Have them get the ice cream and stuff so they can interact more?)
(Sounds good. Keep going from here or skip to when they arrive?
I feel like it would be a very quiet ride.)