" No! You guys are going to have a prom. The kind of prom that everyone should have. I'm going to give you all a nice, fun, normal evening if I have to kill every single person on the face of the earth to do it," Buffy said as she turned to rid the world of yet another creepy crawly.
That was hours ago. The prom was in full shin-dig mode now, and not a Buffy or demon in sight. Unless you count the one I brought for a date. But she isn't really a demon, seeing as how she doesn't have any powers anymore.
"So she wished her husband's head would explode, which was great except we were standing three feet from him at the time. What a mess. Of course, you know, during the plague it was always parts falling off. Well, that got old since pretty much they were anyway. The Renaissance, that was ..." I shudder at the thought of brain matter being splattered all over the place. I could see the look of triumph on her face at the thought of making an evil male explode. If you have a penis, watch out for this girl. I keep this in mind at all times. Now here's a girl you want to party with.
I look around the room, still looking for Buffy, and seeing Willow and Oz come in. Seeing Willow stings a little. She has been my best friend since before I can remember. But I never really felt that way about her. Not until recently. Of course, we were both with people at the time. Her boyfriend was much more forgiving about it than my girlfriend was. She and Oz are still together, while Cordelia isn't here with me tonight.
I keep nodding and "mmhmming" Anya as she tells me her greatest vengeances of all time. Cordelia walked in, wearing her new dress. I went by the shop earlier today and dropped a few bills for the dress. My road trip fund is really suffering lately. I don't know why I did it.. We were enemies before we dated, and almost worse enemies after we dated. I guess it could have been guilt for kissing Willow. But it really did make me feel good to see her in the beautiful dress.
" So then this one time, this girl wished her ex would cannibalize himself. Even I had a hard time watching that, let me tell you," she began, but I noticed Cordelia and Wesley walking towards us, I rushed to meet them.
" Cordelia! Wesley! My god in heaven, it's good to see you. How are you both? And details, please," I practically beg.
"Very well, thank you," Wesley says, in his best impression of a stuffy British guy. Oh, wait...
"Yes, thank you," Cordelia offered. I saw the appreciation in her eyes, and I smiled.
"It looks good on you,"I told her honestly. She looked like a million bucks, lucky for me, that's not what it cost.
" Well, duh," she replied with a warm smile. She and Wesley walked away, leaving me once again to tales of self-cannibalistic people.
My torture was blessedly stopped when the award ceremony began. They announced a few awards, my anticipation building until they finally announced the category of Class Clown.
WHAT?! Jack Who? What? No!
" Please!" I say. " Anybody can be a prop class clown. You know, none of the people who vote for these things are even funny," I grumble. Jack Mayhew. Hah! Props. I mock the props. Oh yes. I mock them till pigs fly, then I mock the pigs. Especially if they have props.
My boiling anger is interrupted as they announce the last award. An award for Buffy. I'm surprised that they took the time to make her an award, I mean, sure, I know that she saves us all from unspeakable doom, but I never thought that anyone else took the time to notice. She really deserves this. I have seen her pain and stuggle almost every night since she appeared at Sunnydale High School.
The slow music starts again, and everyone dances, I pull Anya close, and dance with her, almost forgetting the fact that she was a demon. I notice Buffy dancing out of the corner of my eye, and I realize that she is dancing with Dead Boy. I don't like that guy. I never did. But the happiness on her face makes me not care so much. I like it when my friends are happy.
"This isn't so bad," Anya says, her head leaning on my chest.
No. It really isn't.
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