Ever So Slightly

"I wait impatiently in the queue, tapping my foot and looking pissed off.

This is a trick I’ve learnt - if you look busy and impatient, like you have somewhere to be, then people who see you think that you’re busy, and have somewhere to be, and therefore are not a huge loser with no friends."

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When an 18 year old chronic enissophobiac* is torn away from her mundane life in the country, and thrust into the trashy hotel room of one William Beckett, will she be able to get over her apprehensions and prejudices enough to realize what she wants - what they both want?

And what if that's not enough? You can't make other people's decisions for them - even when they're having a hard time drawing their own line between desire and duty. There's not much she's ever been sure of, but one thing's for definite - this is getting ever so slightly out of hand.

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Stunning banner by the lovely Supz.

This is my shot at a shamelessly gratuitous William Beckettfan fiction. Therefore, I own everyone involved, including The Academy Is... and Cobra Starship, and I'm after the legal asses of everyone else who has used them without my explicit consent. (;

One last thing, give it a try, contrary to popular belief, you don't have to know who William Beckett is to understand the plot. Neither do you have to want to marry him to enjoy it. So give it a go. (:

*Enissophobia is fear of being criticized. I owe this gem to Sheen - before, i was using a made up word d: