Buffy was sprawled aimlessly on her bed, she'd just came home from a night of
hunting, 3 vamps in fact. She pulled Angel's jacket closer around her
shoulders and picked up an extra stake. She twirled it around with her
fingers for a few minutes and set it back down. Clicking on the radio she
heard a familiar, very familiar song on her favorite station, The Village
People's YMCA. She smiled widely and sprang up just in time to dance to the
chorus. Forming huge letters with her arms she shouted out.
"Y M C A", She danced spastically around while the next verse splurted from
the speaker. Suddenly a knock came of the door, and she opened it. Her mom
stood there, a small robe wrapped around her and bags under her eyes.
"Buffy, it's 1 in the morning, please don't blare the radio like that!", With
that she practically stumbled back to her room. Buffy stood horrified in her
door way for a second then immediately turned off the radio. Mrs. Summers
called from her room "Buffy, if one of those authors is over here to do a
story, please tell them to wait till morning.
"Mo-om! Please don't embarrass me!", Buffy called through the closed door.
The blonde turned around and faced the short author sitting in a chair.
"Okay, what was that dancing all about...I thought this was a Humor/Angst
story!"
The author shrugged, "Wasn't the dancing funny?", the author frowned, truly
horrified at messing up.
"No no no no Xandria, I don't mean it like that, I just think it should be,
you know, toned down a bit", Buffy shook her head, apologizing.
"Oh, okay. Well, we better listen to your mom, I don't wanna get in trouble,
I'll come back tomorrow morning", The author suggested. Buffy nodded and
showed the author out.
* * *
THE NEXT MORNING...
Buffy woke up the next morning and found herself feeling even more terrible,
how could life be so unfair! She got dressed and headed down for breakfast,
and was surprised to find Xander scarfing down some bacon and eggs.
"Xander? What are you doing here?", Buffy practically screamed. Xander
looked up, confused.
"Buffy? I'm here for the Romance! Isn't this it?"
"No! It's a Humor/Angst, and I'm the lead character, plus, you know that it
wouldn't be you and me in a romance!"
"Don't be so sure! Have you read some of the stories? Alot of 'em have us
together, or even you and Giles!"
"What?! Giles! You can't be serious!", Buffy was horrified, thinking of her
and her mentor, *together* was to much to take. Xander smiled and shrugged.
* * *
SUNNYDALE HIGH...
Buffy was practically falling asleep in Biology, cells just weren't that
exciting for her. Her mind danced, to thoughts of the Master, Angel, and
just being the Slayer. Why her? She could have led a regular life, but no,
she was the Slayer, the One. A single tear rolled down her cheek. But,
since she was the Slayer she quickly regained her composure and asked for a
pass the the restroom.
She entered the bathroom and spotted the brown haired author.
"So, how's my story going?", Xandria asked, a hopeful glint in her eyes.
"It's okay, really! But what was with Xander?"
"Well, I thought maybe talking to him would, you know, get in the more angsty
mood!". Buffy shrugged at groomed herself infront of the mirror. Willow
entered the room. Buffy's eyes practically jumped out of her sockets at what
she saw. She was dressed in a black suede miniskirt and a white silk
mini-tee with a black suede jacket over it. But what stuck out most of all
was her hair, it was cut into a severly short layered bob, and her hair was
dyed a very dark copper blonde.
"Willow?" Buffy asked, raising and eyebrow.
"Buffy, high, guess what! Cordelia and the rest of the crew are having a
beach fire out on the beach on Friday and I just wanted to know if you wanted
to come". Willow smiled and pulled a lipstick out of her small purse and
re-applied it.
"Willow?"
"Buffy, are you okay, cause if you act like this then there is no way I can
convince Cordelia to let you come",
"Willow?", Buffy repeated, even more flabergasted. Willow creased her dainty
eyebrows and stared at Buffy, giving her an 'okay, what ever, I'm outta here'
looks and headed through the door. Buffy shook her head, she coulded even
bring herself to talk to the author and she stormed out the door and headed
to the library, maybe Giles could talk some sense into this.
Buffy barged through the doors of the usually deserted library and headed to
Giles' office, when she got there she stopped dead in her tracks.
"Oh, No". Giles's office was dimly lighted by a few candle, Giles himslef
had on a pari of tight leather pants and no shirt, the air smelled to much
like colonge and where his desk had been there was a hottub instead.
"Hello my darling", Giles smiled seductively, let out a little growl and
lifted his foot onto the seat of a chair.
"Oh, No", Buffy whispered again.
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