Song-fic: Where would we be?

Author: Deathnibbler

Disclaimer: I don't own BtVS or anything to do with it, I am not profiting from this story either.

Summary: Set to the song by 'Good charlotte', Where would we be? Faith is in-love with Buffy, and she can't work out if Buffy knows, or maybe even feels the same. (Italics being song-words.)

I smile, you laugh

I look away,

I sigh you ask me why I say, "It's OK" and "I'm just feeling down"

I wonder how you feel now.

It's been 3 weeks since you... Well, we changed the world. There is no longer 'The chosen two', more like the chosen two-thousand... I wonder how many of them are out there. I wonder when we're... No, I should let you rest. Finally you're the closest you can be to being 'normal' and living a 'normal' lifestyle I think the god knows how many days can be spent... Resting. Relaxing.

I sip my coffee and look around the cafe. I keep expecting one of the waitresses to break something with her unknown and newfound strength, I guess I expect there to be a slayer everywhere we turn.

I guess what I'm really doing is distracting myself. Looking everywhere but at you. I don't want to give anything away. I don't want to say goodbye, I don't want this to be our last coffee together. I'm too used to all this time we're spending together. I'm getting to used to letting my guard down... Sometimes.

I wonder how you feel now. I wonder if I've given anything away, if you can see how I feel when our eyes meet, a rare occasion that that is.

Finally I stop trying to distract myself and I look at you. Luckily for me, you're looking around the room as I was. I wonder if you're thinking the same thing I was? Looking for not-so-potentials in this cafe filled with a lot of girls, and guys of-course... My gaze at your face lingers as I've got something to think about, maybe my possible look of longing won't be so obvious?

I wonder as you turn and catch my gaze. You must've felt my eyes on you.

Unsure of the look on my face, to make this moment as casual as possible and as much as it isn't on my end, I smile at you. I don't know why but as soon as I do, you laugh. Do you have any idea what I am thinking?

I look away, embarrassed and I sigh.

Damn you Buffy.

You get me thinking about too much. You have me feeling too much. All I do is brood and think think think. I guess it's all this free time. I thought maybe going out at night, slaying some vamps and blowing off steam at clubs afterwards would at-least help to taking my mind off of you.

Nope.

No matter where I go, no matter what I do, my thoughts are only of you.

Hmm, if I really cared I could be a poet.

Your hand on mine, I hear the words... If only love had found us first,

our lives they would be different

So I stand, and wait.