Well, here I am, in massive L. A. Cordelia made me drive her all over town until we finally found her apartment, which ended up being extremely shoddy. I saw a cockroach in the closet, but I didn’t say anything, because then she might leech on and try to go cross-country with me. Something I REALLY don’t want.
It was almost… pleasant, actually. We listened to an L. A. radio station on the way down that was only half crap and neither of us said anything except for the occasional “I’m hungry” or “This car smells” from Cordy. Well, that was after she got over the initial shock of being driven to L. A. in a big pile of rust. She stared at me for a long time and then stared at the car and I’m pretty sure she was mouthing profanities, but she wasn’t making any actual noise. This lasted for about five minutes. It was very amusing. Eventually she swallowed her pride and got in.
Anyway, by the time we got here and she made me unload ALL her stuff, it was dark. So she offered to have me stay over, but she made it sound selfish like absolutely everything else she ever does. “Xander, stay here tonight. It’s a big city and it’s scary and loud and smelly and the overweight guy standing in the hall watching you move me in might be a serial killer (I think I recognized him from TV) and if he comes in here tonight I want him to see you first so I know he’s coming.”
Very nice. I was convinced for a while that she wanted to invite me in, but the second she assigned me the ratty old armchair I knew she wasn’t looking for… that kind of company.
Or maybe she just noticed that the car died the second we pulled in. I don’t know, I thought I was pretty good about hiding it, what with coughing over the sputtering engine. Oh well. It’s after midnight, anyway, and I have to get up in a few hours if I even want to think about getting it fixed before Cordy wakes so I can get out of this irksome apartment and climb back into my equally irksome car to get out of this freakish city and away from the freakish Cordelia.
Possibly forever.
I can’t get over it.
The sad part is that I can’t tell if I’m really happy about it or really sad.
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