Thursday, 10 January 2013

My Mechanical Heart - Chapter Nine

Happy New Year to all of my readers; I'm looking forward to giving you all a yearof new and fantastical stories in 2013. I hope that this year has already started off great for everyone and that the coming months will bring plenty of reasons to wake your imaginations.

This week in the Vaughan Weekly and on my Blog I have Chapter Nine of My Mechanical Heart. Last we saw of William and Helena it looked like their might have been a wedge driven between them from Will's good intentions at raising Helena's self-esteem. Sometimes things don't go as planed, but maybe if we take the unexpected reaction and do the best we can with it we'll learn a lesson ourselves.

We're drawing closer to the conclusion of My Mechanical Heart so savor each moment just like Helena and Will have learnt to do.


Chapter Nine

- William Auditore -

Will was filled with equal parts excitment and trepidation all at the same time.
He knew that it would be impossible to gauge the reaction Helena would have towards the dress he had bought for her.
He also knew she'd be ravishing, but would she be able to see that?
And as he stood in front of the door, tipping back and forth on his feels, there was a nervousness in him akin to the very first time he returned Helena's school books to her.
When she answered the door at first Will was just in such awe that he failed to notice the expression on Helena's face.
"Wow..." Was the only breathless word he could pull from his lips before Helena yanked him into the house with utterly surprising force.
That was when the hurt and angered look on her face made itself undeniably clear and Will felt his heart sink.
"Why did you do this?" Helena demanded in a heart-wrenching tone as she gestured to the dress that was on her. "Did you think it was funny? Didn't you hear anything I've said to you?" She persisted.
Will was only able to open and shut his mouth, trying to find words as he held up his hands in defence. "Helena...Helena, please listen to me!" Will pleaded.
The girl simply dropped her arms and stared down at her shoes.
"I only picked out the dress because I knew you would look beautiful in it. I didn't mean to hurt you. I just wanted you to see yourself as I see you." William said in the most soothing voice he could muster.
At first Will wasn't sure if his attempt to do something good had done terribly wrong. The look Helena gave him was blank in expression but her eyes were deep in consideration.
"You mean it?" She finally asked defensively. "This isn't like the cookies? You're not lying just to be nice?" She queried on skeptically.
A soft and slightly unintentional chuckle passed William's lips as he reached out and embraced Helena. "Of course not. I wouldn't like about something so important to me." He assured her with a soft smile. "Trust me. You're perfect just like that and when you step out in confidence people will be so fascinated by the real you that they'll only be able to look at you in amazement." Will said confidently, stretching out his arms so that he could take another look at Helena. Over her shoulder he saw Clarence, waiting, watching with a small nod of approval and tight smile on his lips.
Helena's eyes watched William for a moment and he let her go as if to wordlessly say 'I'll wait until you're ready'. And after a second of the girl smoothing out the dress, looking at her self in the foyer mirror and reluctantly brushing her fingers against the stitching in her shoulder. Helena turned to Will. The smile on her face wasn't bright or exuberant but it was placid and accepting.
William couldn't have asked for her to be more gracious in such a situation.
Reaching out and taking her hand, he ushered Helena out of the house and to the car where his mother sat waiting to drive them to the Dance.

*

When William escorted Helena into the Banquet Hall where the dance was being hosted, his senses were overwhelmed by all the points of interest in the room.
Music filled every inch of the space with it's intense bass, lights flashed in time with the sounds and there was a constant buzz of drowned out conversation weaving throughout the crowd of teenagers. If William thought he felt intimidated by everything, he could only imagine what Helena was feeling upon their entrance. She gave no indication that anything bothered her though and William was stunned into silence by that sheer fact.
As the roamed they room together, observing everyone, Helena was so bold as to smile coyly when someone would drift past them and pay her a compliment. Will was sure he heard a few people tell him that he looked good but he merely smiled a nodded; every bit of his attention was spent on Helena with whom he was thoroughly impressed.
They lingered amongst their peers for awhile, tasting the food, taking in the tunes and nodding politely at people. It was too loud to do much or even to have a proper conversation so after a little bit of playing the part of routine party-goers both Will and Helena slipped out into the grand entrance of the Hall.
Sounds still exuded from the room they had left but it was much easier to have a conversation in the entrance where Helena dropped into a lovely wing chair and William sat on the arm of that same chair.
"No one noticed." Helena said in bewilderment, looking up at Will.
"They didn't notice that it was different." He corrected, placing a hand on Helena's shoulder. "When you're simply yourself people aren't blinded by what makes you different; they see it as part of what makes you who you are." Will said thoughtfully. "At least that's what I think." He added humbly, shrugging shyly.
Noddling slowly, Helena seemed to agree with Will as she let her fingers trace the window of her heart. It didn't seem so foreign to William anymore, in fact the clicking of her heart was soothing. William allowed his fingers to trace the stitchesalong Helena's arm; wanting to learn everything he could about what made her who she was.
"You've taught me a lot William." Helena said softly, her dark eyes staring straight into his soul.
"Me? No way, you're the one who's helped me find myself." He said in a truthful tone.
"You don't understand what you've given me William, I can tell." She told him in that soft way that always seemed to mark her charms.
Will was stunned into silence when Helena said this but it was a very lucky turn of events as she song which had been blaring out of the dance room had turned into a lilting melody that William was sure he had heard before. It was one of those popular songs that everyone knows but he just hadn't paid enough attention to.
However with the dim light of the room surrounding them William was inclined to make it something special.
Gently lifting Helena's hand he slipped from the arm of the chair and brought them both to their feet. She looked unsure of what they were doing but it felt too good for William to stop the moment and explain. Instead he brought her close, putting one arm around her waist and holding onto Helena's hand with the other.
Just like their kiss, the first movements of their dance were stiff and awkward but as they swayed to the song there was a natural flow that came to their dance. With the grand entrance all to themselves Helena and Will were able to find a way of their own to dance together across the vast marble floor with sweeping, turning motions that reflected not just the music but the gentle ebb of their emotions and the metronome like clicking of Helena's heart which was the sweetest music William was sure he had ever heard.

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