Soon the year would be over. Alexander was more than thankful for that. After this semester ended, he would have one more year to go before graduation. He would finally have his PhD in Music Composition. He couldn't wait to have the time to really be able to think about music. Alexander hoped that he'd be able to write a complete symphony. Something brilliant, not cookie cutter. His other works were decent enough. They got him through graduate school, but he knew they weren't innovative enough to be regarded as classic pieces of music. He wanted to go into the books next to names like Mahler, Wagner, and even Phillip Glass. One more year to go. One more year and then he'd be able to create something genius.
Today he had trombone lessons in the morning and a lecture on theory in the afternoon. It was a rather uneventful day. To be completely honest, Alexander was beginning to get tired of school. He could probably get high scores on almost all of the Music Theory tests without even showing up to class. As a Juilliard graduate, he had to attend much harder music classes than the ones he was taking at Wentworth. Alex knew he could have continued on at Juilliard, but he was sick of New York City. Wentworth was a wonderful change of scenery. He also enjoyed the company at Wentworth much more than Juilliard. Alex wasn't a social butterfly by any means at all, but there was something about the student body at Juilliard that really turned him off. He had made some wonderful friends here. And he met his inspiration. A girl so broken she was beautiful, and he hoped that he would be able to hold onto her for as long as he could.
Alex was going to see her today once his lecture finished. She had been through so much over the past few weeks. Her "father" died, although Alex knew he was never much of that to her, her mother dropped off the face of the world, and there were countless other problems going on in her life. It broke his heart that someone so wonderful could have to endure so much pain. She didn't deserve this, and he was planning on cheering her up. When the professor finished up his lecture, he rushed out of the auditorium. He had ordered a pizza which he was bringing to Victoria's dorm and a dozen chocolate chip cookies from the local cookie shop. The two of them were going to have a classic college cheer up day.
He waited in line patiently at the pizza shop, but inside he was super eager to get the pizza and go. When they called his number, he practically sprinted up to get his order. On his way back to campus, he stopped at the flower shop and picked up a dozen red roses for Vic. He whistled as he walked across the quad to get to the Junior dorms. People probably thought he looked like a lovesick teenager. Carefully, the young man walked up the steps of her dorm. When he got to her door he applied three heavy knocks. He straightened up when he heard footsteps, and smiled as soon as the door opened. "I brought pizza," he said. "And cookies. Oh and these are for you," he said, holding out the roses. He was juggling the pizza and cookies in one hand and hoped he wouldn't drop them. "Di said she'll drop by a little later. She has microeconomics. We're both going to be here for you," he said. "May I come in?"
Post by VICTORIA GRACE WATSON on May 11, 2014 14:08:45 GMT -5
The inevitable end of the school year gave Victoria endless anxiety. That fall she would be starting the first semester of her senior year, and then that spring she'd be graduating. She still needed to get her life together, but she wasn't sure when that was going to happen. She was so close to graduating that she didn't want to have to take a year off for rehab, but she knew that was only an excuse to not go. She wanted to get help, but she was scared to. Right now she was dating the greatest man in the world and she didn't want to screw that up, and rehab changed everything. Sure it changed things for the better, but she'd heard horror stories of families breaking up because they couldn't handle the shame of having a family member in rehab. It was a foolish shame, but Victoria worried that her family and friends would end up feeling the same about her. Thankfully she'd found a way to keep her grades up and actually learn things while drinking, but the overwhelming guilt caused her to have more breakdowns. She wouldn't let anyone know, though; they didn't need to worry about her.
So when she found out Gabriel died in a car crash, she wasn't sure what to think. She felt numb for a long time, and then just a few nights ago she cried alone in bed for all the lost time. Gabriel could have been a decent human being and recognized her as his daughter, but for some reason he'd chosen not to. He'd sent her off to boarding school and was cold to her whenever she'd visit. Just when she thought she'd let him go (it wasn't like she ever felt close to him, anyway) she'd found out he was a doctor at Wentworth hospital. At first she was angry, then she was glad to get the opportunity to talk to him. Only one problem: he never returned her calls and he never once decided to get together with her so they could talk. That coward. Victoria had to remind herself that was the only reason, and maybe that he didn't even want to see her. It hurt. It had always hurt that the man who was supposed to be her father was a complete stranger to her. Growing up she'd see her girlfriends hugging their fathers or getting presents, and she'd never get anything from Gabriel. She'd decided long ago that he wasn't her father, but her alcoholism (if she was an alcoholic- she still doubted that) showed her that she possibly had his genes.
If only her mom could understand, but she didn't expect her to. After all, Gabriel had been kind to Natalie and Marcus- what was one daughter? The week leading up to the funeral, though, all she felt was anger. She was unaware that she was still feeling hurt, and would not let herself admit it. She wouldn't give a dead man the power to still make her feel hurt. And so she skipped his funerals for so many reasons. The first: why should she attend a cold stranger's funeral? The second: she wouldn't give him the satisfaction of going to his funeral even though he'd treated her like dirt. The third: she didn't feel like hearing ignorant people talk about how great he was, or watch them tear up. The fourth: she wouldn't be able to provide her mother comfort, because she still didn't understand what her mother had seen in Gabriel. He'd treated her like crap, too, and she'd only get angry if she saw her mom cry over him. The fifth: she was scared of death, and she didn't want to face the reality that she could possibly die from her problems. The day before the funeral, Vic had called Diana and Alex and told them that she was ditching the funeral. She couldn't even remember if she'd told her mom or not, but she didn't care. She wanted to have fun with her friends and act like it was just another day, if not a celebration. It wasn't the nicest thing to do, but she was certain Gabriel would have done the same if the tables had been turned. Or he'd go to the funeral first and talk about what an awful daughter she was.
That day, before Alex showed up, Victoria went to the club and got as drunk as possible. She hated herself for doing it, but movies and TV were not providing a good enough escape from reality. She told herself she couldn't keep running away from her problems like this, but right now it didn't really phase her. It would once she sobered up, though. When she got back to her dorm she made coffee and drank as much as possible to take away the alcohol on her breath. Then she took a shower and brushed her teeth and she began to feel pretty sober. Her inhibitions were still loose, but she was able to make sure she didn't slur her words or stumble- this only happened if she concentrated hard enough. When she heard a knock on the door she bounced over and smiled when she opened it and saw Alex standing there. Her mouth watered at the pizza and cookies and her eyes watered at the sight of a dozen roses. "Oh Alex! I don't know what to say… You're the best boyfriend, ever." She grinned brightly. "Okay, whenever she comes by will be great. Thank you. Yes, please come in! Let me take the pizza." She placed the foods on the counter and quickly put the roses in a vase before wrapping her arms around Alex and pressing her lips to his. "I'm glad you're here," she said softly.
Alex was very close to his family. His father was the reason he was into music. He'd take him to the theatre all the time during band rehearsals. Alex could remember how apprehensive the conductor had been, having a small child sit in on practice. But Alexander did not cry. He did not make a sound. Instead, he sat in the audience, in awe of the beautiful music. He knew he wanted to make music like his dad someday. In the beginning, he wanted to play the trumpet like dad. It would have gone that way had he not discovered the trombone. The instrument was a perfect match for him. And even though he swore his father was a bit disappointed, he knew Phillip Bryant agreed.
The issue Victoria had with her father was not something he could fully understand. He couldn't imagine how someone could actively be so cruel to their flesh and blood. His father nor his mother were cruel to Alex or his sister. They loved both of their children so strongly. Alexander vowed to love his own children equally as strong someday. And if Victoria ended up being the mother of his children, he'd show their children love that would hopefully make up for some of the love Vic lost because she had a bad father. What father would neglect Victoria? The man must have been absolutely insane. Vic was one of the best girls he knew. Perhaps she was a little rough around the edges, but that made her all the more beautiful. She'd get over her problems, he had complete faith in her.
His face lit up when he laid eyes on her. She was truly beautiful. Even now when she was dressed down. "I don't know if I'm the best boyfriend ever. I just love you a lot," he said with a smile. He never really intended to be the best lover or best anything. He just wanted to make her happy. Seeing her happy made him happy. When he gave her permission to enter her dorm, he took a step in and allowed her to take the pizza and cookies. The food smelled really good to him. He skipped lunch because he had a relatively big breakfast and the timing between classes made it difficult. Honestly, he knew he could probably eat the entire thing by himself. But he would do that, not in the presence of Victoria.
Alex brought her closer to him and smiled down at her. He let her kiss him and gently gave her a kiss back. "I'm glad to be here," he said, leading her over to the couch. "I'm always happy to see you," he said. Really, Alex couldn't believe he managed to capture her heart. He didn't think he'd ever get a girlfriend, let alone someone as spectacular as Victoria. He was just the nerdy music major. The one everyone assumed was either disinterested in dating or gay. To some degree, Alex had been disinterested in love during his first year at Wentworth. He never thought anyone could actually love him, not did he want to be distracted from his work. But then Victoria came along, and he was so happy they ended up together. Ever since, his compositions began improving. She was truly his muse.
He placed an arm around her shoulders and brought her closer to him. He loved that he could snuggle with someone now. "How're you feeling?" he asked. Alexander didn't want to hit the nail on the head or be uncomfortably blunt. But he was truly worried about her. He didn't blame Victoria for skipping out on her father's funeral, but she must have been a little bit upset.
Post by VICTORIA GRACE WATSON on Jun 22, 2014 23:25:07 GMT -5
Victoria laughed at Alex's modesty. Just one more thing she loved about him. "That's what makes you the best boyfriend ever," she said with a grin. She let him lead her to the couch and she curled up next to him, blushing at his words. It made her feel really special to know someone was happy to see her. Too often she doubted herself but times like this chased them away. "I'm always happy to see you, too." She really was. It was amazing how they were still together, even after her meltdown. Now that wasn't just true love, that was a true friendship. Victoria remembered how hesitant they'd been to start dating for fear of ruining their friendship, but now she was glad they'd made the decision to go steady. If they unfortunately had to break up, (but Vic didn't want to think about that) then she'd make sure they could still remain friends. She, Alex, and Diana were the best of friends, and Vic never wanted to lose either of them. Hopefully she wouldn't do anything stupid to ruin it. Then again, Diana had also been there for her during one of her meltdowns, and that was a true friend.
When Alex pulled her closer to him, she sighed contentedly and closed her eyes. For years she'd dreamed of snuggling with her special someone, and during those years she was afraid it would never happen- or at least until she was fifty. Yet here she was, and in this moment she felt invincible. The way Alex asked about her feelings was gentle and too great for words. She shrugged and shook her head. "Okay, I guess. I mean, I feel much better now that you're here. I was angry for awhile, but now I just… I can't really explain it. I'm sad that we couldn't have a relationship, but what's done is done. And hey, now I have Uncle Lawson. And you, Diana, my mom, my brother and sister: I have everything I need and then some. Don't worry, I know I won't have a meltdown today." She smiled playfully.
He smiled the widest smile he had ever smiled. "Thank you," he said. "You're a pretty amazing girlfriend," he said. It felt so strange calling her his girlfriend. In a way, it felt too frivolous. They were so much more than that. At the beginning of their relationship, Alexander had been so terrified that they would lose their friendship. He would never forgive himself if that happened. But now, he felt so foolish for even believing that. Victoria and he were just meant to be together, plain and simple. And in the unlikely chance they broke up, he had a feeling they'd still be pretty good friends. Nothing had to change between them.
Alex frowned slightly as Victoria spoke. His arm was wrapped her in a protective manner. Even when they were just friends, he felt protective over her. Now that they were dating, he felt even more protective over her. If that was even possible. "I can't believe him! I wish I had been able to meet him. I'd give him a piece of my mind," he said, beginning to get worked up. He caught himself though and realized he was saying mean things about a dead man. Probably not the best idea. "Yes, we're so much better than him. I mean you deserve so much more. It's not right that he treated you that way," Alexander said. It just did not make sense to him. How could a father treat their own daughter that way?
He knew the subject needed to change though. Today he wanted to cheer up Victoria, not make her more upset. "So what movies are on the agenda for tonight?" Alex asked. "I'm thinking a Disney marathon, but I'd be willing to watch anything you want. Diana might have an opinion on the matter, though," Alex said with a chuckle. Their friend was certainly the controlling one of the group. But he had a feeling, Di would let Vic chose today as well.
Post by VICTORIA GRACE WATSON on Jul 13, 2014 1:53:31 GMT -5
"Alex, your smile!" She exclaimed before worrying that she might have made him self-conscious. "That's biggest smile I've ever seen on you. I like it. You should wear it more often." She smiled playfully. Then again, it seemed like a special occasion type of smile and Victoria loved those. "Aw, you! Don't make me start playing the 'no, you are!' couple game." She chuckled, reveling in the feeling of being called a girlfriend. And better yet, she was Alex's girlfriend. The night at the charity ball often came to Victoria's mind and she was so glad she'd decided to kiss him. Sometimes the best decisions came from not over-thinking and just taking a chance. In this case, kissing Alex was the best decision she'd ever made. It might sound cheesy out loud, but maybe one day she'd tell him. Perhaps in their wedding vows if they ever got married. The thought both thrilled and frightened her. Of course she wasn't ready for marriage, but she wondered if Alex was. No, he couldn't be, could he? They were both too young and Alex had such a promising career going for him. Victoria had her dream of being a fashion designer, but her grades were pushing her farther away from that dream. But she wouldn't think of that now- right now, it was time to have fun with her two best friends!
A surge of warmth coursed through Victoria when Alex wrapped his arms around her. She felt so safe in his arms; something she'd never felt as a child except when Uncle Lawson would hug her when he visited on the holidays. Then again, Victoria can't remember coming home for many holidays after she found out Lawson wouldn't be visiting anymore. At Alex's tone of voice, Victoria couldn't help but feel something new. She couldn't describe it, though. But it made her feel really good about herself. "Wow Alex, I kind of wish I could see that," she said with a chuckle. "You'd definitely make him wish he was never born." There was nothing but confidence in her tone. "You're actually really handsome when you talk like that." A blush appeared on her cheeks and she hid her face against his chest for a moment. Her heart warmed and she was grateful Alex believed her about Gabriel. "You are definitely better than him. All of you. I think he knew that, too. I hope so, at least. I hope he regretted how he treated me at least once. But if he didn't, I think I'm okay with that."
Thankfully Alex changed the subject at the perfect moment and at his suggestion Victoria sat up straight. She gaped at him. "I can't believe you… You're not real. You can't be. Did a straight man actually just say he was 'thinking a Disney marathon'!?" She burst into a fit of giggles and snuggled herself against him again. "I knew there was a reason I loved you." She looked back up at him and winked. "Hopefully Diana won't mind the Disney marathon too terribly. I honestly don't think she truly had the opportunity to really sit down and study the art that is Disney." She laughed, thinking of what movies she had and what else they could do.
ELLEN ELIZABETH WATSON: That sounds familiar. I used to be that way. I still am, but I've learned to let go a little.
Sept 18, 2013 22:33:39 GMT -5
EMMA GRACE DANVERS (GOODMAN): Alec is too good to me, how did I deserve him. I'm such a perfectionist that I am afraid to screw up
Sept 18, 2013 22:30:10 GMT -5
ELLEN ELIZABETH WATSON: Everyone screws up. I've screwed up so many times I can't even keep track, but you just have to pick yourself up and learn to forgive yourself which can be the hardest thing to do
Sept 18, 2013 22:28:38 GMT -5
EMMA GRACE DANVERS (GOODMAN): Thank you so much Ellen. I know Alec is there to encourage me, but sometimes I feel he's put me on this great mother pedestal. I'm afraid of screwing up.
Sept 18, 2013 22:25:29 GMT -5
ELLEN ELIZABETH WATSON: I wouldn't worry too much Emma. You're very maternal, something I never was, and I managed to do it alone. If you ever need to talk about parenting, I'm always here
Sept 18, 2013 22:10:52 GMT -5
EMMA GRACE DANVERS (GOODMAN): I'm just worried about being a good mother. Since my own mother is no longer here to advice me. I just want to do her proud *nervous look*
Sept 18, 2013 22:09:25 GMT -5
EMMA GRACE DANVERS (GOODMAN): well I think Alec will be worried when it comes to that age. He'll probably buy a shotgun and ward off any boy who comes a courting.
Sept 18, 2013 22:08:32 GMT -5
ELLEN ELIZABETH WATSON: -laughs- you don't have to worry about that for a while. I told Victoria when she was going into sixth grade, but I think it also depends on the child
Sept 18, 2013 22:07:23 GMT -5