"About him? He was someone I knew at school, is all. He was nice to me. I liked him," Crushed on him hard, turned up at the music room to hide behind the piano and listen to him play. Still kept that plectrum, still smoked, still kept on writing though it wasn't poetry now, it was music. Lyrics. He was vastly better at that, especially not he'd cut back talking like a sodding thesaurus. He supposed that after college and after the loss of his mother, he had lost a lot of his motivations to write. Dru has resparked that in him. "I was nothing back then so it doesn't matter if I liked him or not. He must have been a daft wanker to like an idiot like me."
He liked the way he was now, preferred it. Dru had picked out his hair colour and Angel had found his clothes. Between them, they made shy William into Spike, he didn't ever want to go back to what he was. He liked this life. "Let's not dwell on the past, love. Let's just go home."
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Date: 2015-10-03 09:14 pm (UTC)He liked the way he was now, preferred it. Dru had picked out his hair colour and Angel had found his clothes. Between them, they made shy William into Spike, he didn't ever want to go back to what he was. He liked this life. "Let's not dwell on the past, love. Let's just go home."