forum Dorm Room 210 [Private RP // Closed — Stalkers welcome!]

Started February 26, 2019 by @Imperfect_Autumn group

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“Who knows,” William shrugged, never removing his eyes from hers. “You to make a move, I guess.”

“Why do I have to make a move? I like it when you do,” Amber whispered, bumping their noses together.

“Well, if you insist…” William trailed off, tilting his head and finally clasping their lips together.

Dinner was… tense, to say the least. William’s father, David, had returned from work and both males had reconciled. But that didn’t mean dinner was fun.

No, it was far from it. Because of his damned grandmother, William could barely stand sitting there and eat. He contemplated having her eat alone in her own room, but he forced himself to stay quiet.

“So…” David, noting the tense atmosphere, broke it. “Amber. I hope William hasn’t been bothering you too much?”

Amber looked up from her plate and gave he man a small smile. “Not at all, Mr. Jones. He’s been great, actually. I’m glad to be dating him.”

“Well, good thing there’s something he can do right,” the old woman muttered, swallowing her bite of food. William froze. His parents tensed.

“Mother, now isn’t the—“

“I feel extremely disappointed that you raised him like this,” she continued casually. “The years I had him under my watch, he was extremely obe—“

William slammed his hands on the table, standing up furiously. He gritted his teeth, eyes flashing towards the old woman with unchained rage. He wanted to strangle her. God, how much he wanted to strangle her—

“William!” His mother’s loud voice interrupted him. “Put the glass down. Please.”

Amber jumped slightly at the sudden, loud sound. She looked up at William and placed a gentle hand on his arm. "Will… Hun, can you sit down for me?" she murmured softly to him.

William snatched his arm away, trembling with fury. At this point, he didn’t care. All he wanted was to see that old woman dead.

The white-haired adult could only see red, but before he could do something he would come to regret, his father gripped his arm. David then turned towards his mother-in-law, a harsh look on his features.

“Eat. I’m calling Charles to take you back,” he said to her tightly. Then he turned his attention towards William. “And you. Apologize to your girlfriend.”

Daisy shook her head a little and places her hands in her lap. She didn't look shaken, her posture wasn't stuff, her face was relaxed, and her hands weren't even shaking. On the inside, though, she was a little bit surprised. It had been a while since he snapped at her, and even though he hadn't exactly snapped, she had still be surprised by it.

"It's all right, Mr. Jones," she assured him softly.

“It’s not all right,” David said sharply, eyes on his stunned son. “What if you had hurt her? Do you realize what type of danger you’re putting your girlfriend in? You don’t treat the people you care about like that. And your anger shouldn’t be an excuse. Apologize to her and next time, don’t you dare even raise your voice against her.”

William swallowed thinkly, but as much as it infuriated him, he was right. William looked at Amber apologetically, but didn’t step closer to her.

“I’m sorry,” he breathed. “I shouldn’t have lost it like that.”

Amber gave him a small smile, wishing she could comfort him in this. But she couldn't do that if he wouldn't let her even touch him. "It's all right, Will," she assured him in a whisper.

He looked away, rubbing the back of his neck. “I’m going to my room,” he muttered, walking off, hoping to cool himself off.

Amber watched him walk away with a long, quiet sigh. Should she go after him? Or let him cool off on his own? Gosh, she hated this. Why couldn’t his grandmother have kept her mouth shut? Didn’t she realize that all she was doing was tearing him down? He’d had practically had to rebuild himself because of her.

David sighed tiredly and turned towards Amber apologetically.

“I’m sorry about that,” he ran a hand through his graying hair. “This family is a rather… complicated one.”

“Don’t worry about it, Mr. Jones. I understand,” Amber said, tearing her gaze away from where William had disappeared to face him.

"Come on, I'll show you his pictures," Lillian stood up, trying to clear the tense atmosphere. "We should give him a little space."

Amber gave the older woman a small smile and stood as well. “That sounds like a good idea, actually.”

William was lying on his bed, eyes closed. His father was right. He could have hurt Amber, especially if he was that enraged. He bit down on his lip. How were they going to sleep tonight?

Amber helped clean up the table, despite Lillian’s protests, and joined the others in the living room. She laughed at the silly stories Will’s family told her, smiled at the cute pictures. What her mind was really on, though, was her boyfriend, locked away in his room, probably blaming himself for something that didn’t even happen.

William sighed. Where exactly was he going with his life? It was going so good. He was getting better—he knew he was. And then coming here today… ruined everything. His father was right. He shouldn’t have done that to Amber.

He was getting better. Amber knew that. She had seen him when they first met, how he almost didn’t even try to control his anger. Now, though, almost six months later, he could hold it back pretty well. He had to fight it, but that was to be expected. She knew he could keep getting better if he just kept trying.

“Amber?” Lillian furrowed her eyebrows, calling the girl again for the fifth time. “Is everything all right, dear?”

Amber blinked and turned to Lillian with a small, sheepish smile. “Yes, I’m sorry. I guess I’m just a little worried about William. I know it’s hard for him when something like this happens.”

Lillian ran a hand through her hair, chewing on her lip.

“You can do talk to him,” she said. “And it is getting rather late… I’m sure you want some sleep.”

“Are you sure? I wouldn’t mind seeing more pictures,” Amber assured her, though she subtly made a move to stand.

“I can show them tomorrow,” Lillian promised. “In front of Will so he feels embarrassed.”

Amber chuckled softly and stood. “All right. Thank you for your hospitality, Lillian. Dinner was great.”

“You’re welcome,” Lillian beamed. “Goodnight, dear.”

“Goodnight,” Amber said, smiling at her before making her way to the room. She knocked quietly, then opened the door when there was no response. “Will?”

William didn’t respond when Amber came inside, but he made sure she knew he was awake. He shuffled, making space for her on the bed.