The Locker Wars
Epilogue: William
Being sneaky right now was required, because I knew Adele would get mad at me if she knew what I was doing. So what? It was in my nature. Plus, it wasn’t like it was a big deal... I did it all the time in high school.
Adele groaned turned around and started to search for the notes that I told her I didn’t have. I did have them. She was just searching for nothing. Damn, I’m good.
I shifted on the grass. On the sidewalk, some random girl walked by. She winked at me.
It was so sunny out today; it was nice. So that was why I chose to study outside: people were out and about, and if I was cooped up in a small, hot room for more than an hour, my brain would not get the information thoroughly. I had to understand it if I wanted topass fucking ace the thing. Plus, it was also the fact that other people were out and walking and probably staring as they walked past us. Including other girls.
“Adele,” I asked softly, readying my hand.
“Mmhmm?” Adele hummed, still searching for the notes. I shuffled closer to her.
I smiled. “I just remembered. I already have the note. Haha at me for forgetting.”
She turned to look at me with this really annoyed look on her face. She looked so cute when she did that. It was almost weird, because I would have punched myself for thinking that a few months ago.
“If you remembered you had it, why’d you ask me for it?” she sighed exasperatedly. I grinned and shrugged, rolling my eyes. It probably annoyed her even more, because these exams were a big deal. Oh well. I’d have a whole summer and some with her. Might as well take advantage of it.
“Don’t know,” I shrugged, and out of the corner of my eye, I saw another girl looking at me. I smiled even wider.
“Poor planning skills aren’t what I need right now!” She was about to start a long rant, but I leaned in and kissed her.
And then I pulled out mysister’s new digital camera and snapped a picture of it. Perfect.
She pulled away, still looking annoyed. She couldn’t help but smile, though. But then she frowned. “You’re so vain. God help you.” She rolled her eyes while I checked the picture.
“Hold on, I missed,” I sighed, and when I looked over my shoulder, the girl from before was stomping away, looking miffed. I shrugged it off and turned to Adele, leaning back in to capture another kiss.
I was only met with her palm. I looked up at her, and her eyes gave me a disapproving look.
“Later,” she hissed. “I’m studying.”
Oh, right. You’re not supposed to fuckwith Adele Bradlee when she’s studying. It’s the rule of thumb.
I chuckled, detaching my lips from her hand, and putting the camera down. Pouting, I started flipping through my World History notes. It was the class that I really only needed to study for. No exam for PE, and Creative Writing would be a piece of cake. So here I was, studying instead of kissing.
Bummer.
I looked up at her, desperate to use another excuse. “But I need to change my MySpace default—”
“No,” Adele groaned. “Bill, you’re so weird. Isn’t that vanity? Taking pictures of yourself? I mean, why don’t you get someone else to take the picture for you? Why doesn’t your sister do it if she’s all into photography?”
“It’s not as fun,” I sighed, making my bottom lip stick out. “And besides, nobody wants to take a picture of us kissing. It’d be weird. And maybe considered pornography.”
“I shouldn’t have asked,” Adele groaned, throwing her hands up in a surrendering gesture. “Fine. Take your pictures then. I’ll watch you.”
“No, the point is for you to be in it,” I pointed out. “Get it?”
“No.” Adele huffed. “I’m not failing the World History exam because of this. It’s a nice day, and I compromised that instead of my organized desk at home. And studying with you clearly isn’t helping the both of us. Just because I’m going out with you, it doesn’t mean that you can distract me with kissing!”
“Adele,” I pouted, sticking out my bottom lip extra... sticky out-y. I made a little whiny voice as well, and that was when she gave in, almost falling over to kiss me.
She was really feisty too, grabbing my shirt to pull us closer together. It was exactly how I imagined us kissing, way back when I didn’t have the courage to tell her. Why oh why did I waste those years? They seemed full of bullshit, using excuses, avoiding the subject altogether.
She pulled away suddenly. “There. Now, we’re studying.”
“Aw, come on, are you kidding? I didn’t even get to take a picture of that!”
“Too bad.” She started fiddling with the notes. She pulled one out and started to read off of it, “What year did—”
“One picture.” I pouted, “Just one.”
“One chance,” she sighed, and then we both paused. “Okay, well, are you gonna kiss me?”
I sat there, just looking into her eyes. How this was totally strange, because... well... we were. It freaked everyone out when I told them I’d ask her out, even getting a few “finally!”’s. It was so weird, because my parents told me that they knew all along, how it was just meant to be, how I didn’t really keep it a secret (damn it). And then I remembered how my friends fucking freaked out at me and then how mad everyone got over the war, but then how everything had turned out just fine, like Adele and I had turned out.
“No,” I sighed, propping my elbows on my knees so I could rest my chin in my hands, “Actually, I think I’ll just sit here and watch you.”
“Bill, you’re going to fail,” she sighed, flipping through her notes. She started getting out highlighters and pens and started going through her notes. I really would have studied with her, but she distracted me too much. But whatever, you know, because my brain was still in “new-couple-totally-too-in-love” mode, and I really didn’t mind. As long as I got to look at her and know that she was now mine.
She paused for a second, biting her lip. She flipped through her notes for a while, and then gave up. She looked up at me. Before she could say anything, though, I spoke before her.
“Who do you think won?” I asked. She looked confused. “I mean, wars just don’t end with people falling in love.”
Adele raised her eyebrow. “If this is about World War Two, Bill, then... there wasn’t really just one winner. I mean, the Germans lost, but so did the Jews, to the Holocaust of course, but really, it was the Allies who owned everyone.”
“Not that,” I smiled. “Okay, well, yes, but I didn’t mean the notes...”
She seemed more confused. I sighed, “Our war.”
“You really had to bring this up?” she asked. I nodded, perhaps a little too eagerly.
“Okay, well... I don’t think anybody won,” she sighed truthfully.
My hand that had been resting on my thigh moved slowly up her back, and my palm curved around the back of her neck, my fingers weaving with her hair. I studied her face, loving every single detail, from the few odd freckles on her nose right to her lips.
I drew my face closer to hers, smiling right before I kissed her.
“I think you’re wrong... I think I won.”
Adele groaned turned around and started to search for the notes that I told her I didn’t have. I did have them. She was just searching for nothing. Damn, I’m good.
I shifted on the grass. On the sidewalk, some random girl walked by. She winked at me.
It was so sunny out today; it was nice. So that was why I chose to study outside: people were out and about, and if I was cooped up in a small, hot room for more than an hour, my brain would not get the information thoroughly. I had to understand it if I wanted topass fucking ace the thing. Plus, it was also the fact that other people were out and walking and probably staring as they walked past us. Including other girls.
“Adele,” I asked softly, readying my hand.
“Mmhmm?” Adele hummed, still searching for the notes. I shuffled closer to her.
I smiled. “I just remembered. I already have the note. Haha at me for forgetting.”
She turned to look at me with this really annoyed look on her face. She looked so cute when she did that. It was almost weird, because I would have punched myself for thinking that a few months ago.
“If you remembered you had it, why’d you ask me for it?” she sighed exasperatedly. I grinned and shrugged, rolling my eyes. It probably annoyed her even more, because these exams were a big deal. Oh well. I’d have a whole summer and some with her. Might as well take advantage of it.
“Don’t know,” I shrugged, and out of the corner of my eye, I saw another girl looking at me. I smiled even wider.
“Poor planning skills aren’t what I need right now!” She was about to start a long rant, but I leaned in and kissed her.
And then I pulled out mysister’s new digital camera and snapped a picture of it. Perfect.
She pulled away, still looking annoyed. She couldn’t help but smile, though. But then she frowned. “You’re so vain. God help you.” She rolled her eyes while I checked the picture.
“Hold on, I missed,” I sighed, and when I looked over my shoulder, the girl from before was stomping away, looking miffed. I shrugged it off and turned to Adele, leaning back in to capture another kiss.
I was only met with her palm. I looked up at her, and her eyes gave me a disapproving look.
“Later,” she hissed. “I’m studying.”
Oh, right. You’re not supposed to fuckwith Adele Bradlee when she’s studying. It’s the rule of thumb.
I chuckled, detaching my lips from her hand, and putting the camera down. Pouting, I started flipping through my World History notes. It was the class that I really only needed to study for. No exam for PE, and Creative Writing would be a piece of cake. So here I was, studying instead of kissing.
Bummer.
I looked up at her, desperate to use another excuse. “But I need to change my MySpace default—”
“No,” Adele groaned. “Bill, you’re so weird. Isn’t that vanity? Taking pictures of yourself? I mean, why don’t you get someone else to take the picture for you? Why doesn’t your sister do it if she’s all into photography?”
“It’s not as fun,” I sighed, making my bottom lip stick out. “And besides, nobody wants to take a picture of us kissing. It’d be weird. And maybe considered pornography.”
“I shouldn’t have asked,” Adele groaned, throwing her hands up in a surrendering gesture. “Fine. Take your pictures then. I’ll watch you.”
“No, the point is for you to be in it,” I pointed out. “Get it?”
“No.” Adele huffed. “I’m not failing the World History exam because of this. It’s a nice day, and I compromised that instead of my organized desk at home. And studying with you clearly isn’t helping the both of us. Just because I’m going out with you, it doesn’t mean that you can distract me with kissing!”
“Adele,” I pouted, sticking out my bottom lip extra... sticky out-y. I made a little whiny voice as well, and that was when she gave in, almost falling over to kiss me.
She was really feisty too, grabbing my shirt to pull us closer together. It was exactly how I imagined us kissing, way back when I didn’t have the courage to tell her. Why oh why did I waste those years? They seemed full of bullshit, using excuses, avoiding the subject altogether.
She pulled away suddenly. “There. Now, we’re studying.”
“Aw, come on, are you kidding? I didn’t even get to take a picture of that!”
“Too bad.” She started fiddling with the notes. She pulled one out and started to read off of it, “What year did—”
“One picture.” I pouted, “Just one.”
“One chance,” she sighed, and then we both paused. “Okay, well, are you gonna kiss me?”
I sat there, just looking into her eyes. How this was totally strange, because... well... we were. It freaked everyone out when I told them I’d ask her out, even getting a few “finally!”’s. It was so weird, because my parents told me that they knew all along, how it was just meant to be, how I didn’t really keep it a secret (damn it). And then I remembered how my friends fucking freaked out at me and then how mad everyone got over the war, but then how everything had turned out just fine, like Adele and I had turned out.
“No,” I sighed, propping my elbows on my knees so I could rest my chin in my hands, “Actually, I think I’ll just sit here and watch you.”
“Bill, you’re going to fail,” she sighed, flipping through her notes. She started getting out highlighters and pens and started going through her notes. I really would have studied with her, but she distracted me too much. But whatever, you know, because my brain was still in “new-couple-totally-too-in-love” mode, and I really didn’t mind. As long as I got to look at her and know that she was now mine.
She paused for a second, biting her lip. She flipped through her notes for a while, and then gave up. She looked up at me. Before she could say anything, though, I spoke before her.
“Who do you think won?” I asked. She looked confused. “I mean, wars just don’t end with people falling in love.”
Adele raised her eyebrow. “If this is about World War Two, Bill, then... there wasn’t really just one winner. I mean, the Germans lost, but so did the Jews, to the Holocaust of course, but really, it was the Allies who owned everyone.”
“Not that,” I smiled. “Okay, well, yes, but I didn’t mean the notes...”
She seemed more confused. I sighed, “Our war.”
“You really had to bring this up?” she asked. I nodded, perhaps a little too eagerly.
“Okay, well... I don’t think anybody won,” she sighed truthfully.
My hand that had been resting on my thigh moved slowly up her back, and my palm curved around the back of her neck, my fingers weaving with her hair. I studied her face, loving every single detail, from the few odd freckles on her nose right to her lips.
I drew my face closer to hers, smiling right before I kissed her.
“I think you’re wrong... I think I won.”
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This... is the end.D':
I really promised myself that I wouldn't end it in some form of a cliché, but then, I figured that I had to, or else the whole tone of their relationship would change. And it just didn't seem right. [/technical rant]
Anyways, I have a feeling that this author's note is going to be long, on top of the long ending.
I wanted to thank everyone for reading, I honestly didn't expect so many readers. I thank everyone who commented (too many to name) and all you subscribers (some of you I know, the other couple hundred that I don't) and every single reader that took the time to read this.
Anyways, I feel like I'm going to cry, but I just honestly like seeing this story go. Off into happy-ending land.
Let me also say that this story is finished, as in, I couldn't go on it anymore. They're happy. No other conflicts that I could come up with, no other parts of the story. That means no sequel... besides, I was never good at sequels anyways, and the firsts are always the best. :D
I bid all of you an au revoir, and as I shamelessly whore out my other stories, I'm hoping that this story will be remembered. D:
Long rant over. Thank you guys. MUCH LOVE TO ALL OF YOU!!! <3333333