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Feeling Left Out
Buffy straightened herself out and went into the living room. She sat down on the couch next to Dawn and started watching The Simpsons with her little sister. She chuckled along with the show, but she felt something was wrong. It wasn't a "there's something evil outside the house" type of feeling. It was coming from the fifteen-year-old sitting next to her. Dawn was not laughing at anything that was going on in Springfield. Her eyes were fixed on the screen, but she may as well have been watching a blank screen. Buffy turned her head and waited for Dawn to instinctively turn her own and make eye contact with her. When she did, Buffy smiled at her little sister. Dawn just scowled.
"What?" Buffy asked. The brunette avoided her eyes.
"You left me again," she whispered. "You just got up and left me."
Buffy sighed in exasperation. "Dawnie," she started, "I'm sorry. It was an emergency."
Dawn snorted, "Yeah, sure. Is it ever not an emergency, Buffy? I mean, why can't you just admit it? When the need arises, you have no second thoughts about just leaving me behind. I saw the way you sprinted to the door."
"Dawn! It wasn't like I could take you with me!"
"Oh, yeah-that's right! I'm too young to understand. Too innocent to be exposed to it. I'm fifteen-years-old! I've seen worse stuff, Buffy!"
Buffy just stared at her sister during her tirade. "Dawn," she said, "I'm sorry, but I think you're overreacting."
"Oh, am I? Do you know that when you shut that door behind you, all I could think was how long it would be before you came back. Cause sometimes I really think you would rather be doing that than spend a whole night with me!"
With that, the teenager got up from the couch and ran up the stairs, her eyes filled with tears. Buffy stared at her retreating form, bewildered. She shook her head and turned her attention back to the television.
"Man, you'd think I'd never gone to the bathroom before."
All Simpsons belong to Matt Groening and Fox
Feeling Left Out
Buffy straightened herself out and went into the living room. She sat down on the couch next to Dawn and started watching The Simpsons with her little sister. She chuckled along with the show, but she felt something was wrong. It wasn't a "there's something evil outside the house" type of feeling. It was coming from the fifteen-year-old sitting next to her. Dawn was not laughing at anything that was going on in Springfield. Her eyes were fixed on the screen, but she may as well have been watching a blank screen. Buffy turned her head and waited for Dawn to instinctively turn her own and make eye contact with her. When she did, Buffy smiled at her little sister. Dawn just scowled.
"What?" Buffy asked. The brunette avoided her eyes.
"You left me again," she whispered. "You just got up and left me."
Buffy sighed in exasperation. "Dawnie," she started, "I'm sorry. It was an emergency."
Dawn snorted, "Yeah, sure. Is it ever not an emergency, Buffy? I mean, why can't you just admit it? When the need arises, you have no second thoughts about just leaving me behind. I saw the way you sprinted to the door."
"Dawn! It wasn't like I could take you with me!"
"Oh, yeah-that's right! I'm too young to understand. Too innocent to be exposed to it. I'm fifteen-years-old! I've seen worse stuff, Buffy!"
Buffy just stared at her sister during her tirade. "Dawn," she said, "I'm sorry, but I think you're overreacting."
"Oh, am I? Do you know that when you shut that door behind you, all I could think was how long it would be before you came back. Cause sometimes I really think you would rather be doing that than spend a whole night with me!"
With that, the teenager got up from the couch and ran up the stairs, her eyes filled with tears. Buffy stared at her retreating form, bewildered. She shook her head and turned her attention back to the television.
"Man, you'd think I'd never gone to the bathroom before."