Being your slave what should I do but tend
Upon the hours, and times of your desire?
I have no precious time at all to spend;
Nor services to do, till you require.
Nor dare I chide the world without end hour,
Whilst I, my sovereign, watch the clock for you,
Nor think the bitterness of absence sour,
When you have bid your servant once adieu;
Nor dare I question with my jealous thought
Where you may be, or your affairs suppose,
But, like a sad slave, stay and think of nought
Save, where you are, how happy you make those.
So true a fool is love, that in your will,
Though you do anything, he thinks no ill.
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lavender's pov
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same day
sitting in my office I can't stop thinking about wil. he was basically speaking into my mouth. his lips were a fingers width apart from mine. he tricked me, like I did him. it was fair, but it hurt. my heart is still racing. Wil basically kissed me. his body was on top of mine.
I smell my shirt, it smelt of him. the warm scent of laundry detergent and coconut filled my nose. Wil was filling my head. wil wil wil.
i unlocked my computer and saw two tabs open. my work tab, and twitch. i need to get work done today i said to myself, but as I said it, my finger made its way over twitch.tv, and I clicked on it.
I typed the name "will gold" into the little search bar, but nothing came up. confused, i scrolled through the results. absolutely nothing. did he block me?
wondering why his name wasn't followed by his channel, i opened another search tab and searched the same thing. "will gold" and yet again, nothing. all that appeared was gold prices, and a music artist. no will.
my last resort was to click the little button that said "images" and there he was. there was only one picture of him. I clicked on the picture. it said his name? so why wasn't he appearing? he's famous? isn't he?
curious, i clicked on the link for the image. a small article appeared. "will gold. london. Wilbur soot"
soot? wilbur? will is short for wilbur i assume. but where does soot come from?
I made my way back to twitch and searched "wilbur soot" and sure enough wil's face popped up on the screen along with his follower count. as my eyes wandered the little video icons, I saw a red square that read "live"
i clicked on it. all of a sudden a chat box appeared, flooding down the right side of the screen, and right next to it was wil, wearing the same thing that I just saw him in. is this real time? being new to twitch, i couldn't tell.
i decided to see for myself. i placed my hands on the side of my desk and pushed away from it causing my wheeley-chair to spiral all the way to the window on my door. i looked across through wil's window directly across to see him talking. i looked back at my screen, then back at him. through his window i saw him clapping, and when i looked back at the screen, he was clapping.
his stream was full of people, viewers joining every second, people spamming his chat, yet he was answering questions at rapid fire, how on earth could he even read them that quickly? all of a sudden i heard his voice through my screen, reading a comment that i never expected
"wilbur yesterday i saw you walking around downtown brighton with a girl-" he read quickly to himself before answering
"well that's a little creepy @ quackitysduck42 but, ah yes, you may find this surprising but good old wilbur here, yes me, the dirty crime boy, can make friends!" he said laughing to himself
"wilbur? talking to women?" he said again, reading another comment before replying in a frenzy
"yes! i can talk to women! im not tommy guys!" he laughed, then the chat started flooding with the same comment.
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wilbur's got a crush
wil! you talked to a woman!
are you dating her wilbur?!
wilburrrrr is she your girlfriend?
womannnnn!
congrats on the girlfriend wilbur
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the chat was practically screaming, and wil turned bright red looking at the comments.
"no chat no no no, she has a boyfriend, and its not me and that's fine! now lets leave that be"
he said jokingly, but i could see that his face was still red, and his smile wasn't genuine.
at exactly 12:00 my work was interrupted by a quiet knocking on my door, and i turned to see wil's face pressed against the glass smiling widely at me. I laughed and opened the door following him down the hallway
walking with wil felt like walking with a life long friend. he just made you feel right at home. i feel safe in his presence. i like to imagine him as someone who would beat up someone for someone he loved, who would read poems to u under candlelight, someone who would listen to you rant for hours. but i don't have feelings for wil. he's just a really good friend.
once we reached the bakery, he immediately went up to the display and started ordering. he ordered a slice of pie and lemonade for me, and a lemon tart for himself. i'm surprised he remembered my order. once i met up with him i saw that jasper was taking his order again, and when she saw me she smiled
"hey lavender" she said calmly smiling at me
"hey jasper" i said back smiling
"you know, i've known wil here for a long time, i'm glad to see you two hanging out, he's a great guy" she whispers to me winking. i laugh and nod, smiling at her
"i'm sure he's great, i can see it already" i agree.
when jasper gives me my lemonade, its in a cute plastic cup with little sharpie designs on it, and when i examine it closer i see that on the paper sticker with the drink name and time stamp, she had written her number on it with the side note "give me a text sometime I'd love to hang out and be one of your first friends here in brighton"
it made me smile that people wanted to be friends with me, and the fact that she knew that i was new in the UK made me laugh. eventually, i might lose the american accent. I could probably work on a british one.
wil and i eat in the same booth as before, but this time next to each other instead of across. his scent fills my nose and i get butterflies once again. we sit cross legged facing each other and show each other funny things on our phones. seeing wil smile makes me smile. his dimples fit his face nicely.
"so wil, or shall i say, wilbur soot. shall we leave and continue le tour? I wore my favorite sweater just for today" i said jokingly
"ah so you found my twitch?" he laughed looking up at me. i raised my eyebrow and nodded slowly before bursting out in laughter
"fine lets go" he said impatiently tugging on my sleeve. he yawned and stretched exposing his stomach. i was tempted to play-punch him but i didn't. we exited the cafe and started walking down the road. there were no clouds in the sky, but it was still frigid out. my light sweater was doing no justice.
entering the crowded street, a lady pushes past me, pushing me to the side allowing everyone else to pile past me. my heart starts racing. i lost wil. i couldn't see him through this crowd, too many people were shoving their way past me. one second i was on a wall of a building and the next i was being shoved off the sidewalk.
I called out wil's name, but i heard no reply over the sound of 100 voices all being mixed together to create a loud hum. i stopped in my tracks and leaned against a parking meter and pulled out my phone, panicking. i had no clue where i was, there were no visible store names that i could see over the mass mob of people.
i decided to go with the crowd, maybe i'd get spat out in a clearing or a familiar store so i could call wil and tell him where i was. i stepped away from the parking meter only to be shoved off my feet by a tall woman in heels and her dog. i fell.
hitting the hard concrete with my head, my vision completely blurred. every time i tried to stand back up, i was pushed back down again. purses hitting my head, people stepping on my fingers. i swear, people in Britain have no sense of boundaries. it was like the streets on new York all over again.
i managed to pull myself onto my knees when a set of hands grabbed my waist from behind. my first reaction was to kick the person, jack had set the impression in my head that waist grabbing was always bad. he never directly said that of course, but every time he would grab my waist it usually led in some form of restraint.
before i had a chance to respond i was picked up off the ground and spun around to face wil. nearly in tears i hugged him burying my head in his chest. i could not be more thankful that he found me.
hugging me back, wil laughed trying to lighten the mood before saying
"you know, i don't know how i'd survive in this world if i were short."
i laughed before punching him in the stomach lightly. his 6'5 frame towered over me. releasing myself from his arms i smiled. before we started walking again, he slipped his hand into mine
"so you don't get lost"