"Sex is natural, sex is good. Not everybody does it, but everybody should."
- 'I Want Your Sex' George Michael
Disclaimer: I'd be lying if I claimed to own any of the characters used. ^. ~
A/N: Just a short conversation piece. Not sure if I should continue with it or just leave it as is. Sorry if I offend any George Michael fans!
"You know, 'Wham!' really was a pivotal point for him after his solo career. It proved that even though he was a homosexual man he could continue making meaningful music."
"Listen yo. That's not true. I think all of us ladies were pretty scared the hell off by that point. I mean, the man got his start shaking his ass in these tight jeans. Singing about being a father figure and all that kinky shit. Then boom! We find out he actually color coordinates his clothing and is boning men in the ass."
Andrew leaned back in the seat as far as the ropes would allow him, scowling as he did so. Ever since she had arrived everyone decided it best that he remained bound to a piece of furniture. Poorly crafted furniture he mentally noted.
"I'm just saying. Just because someone is homosexual, it isn't the end of the world. There are oodles of high profile gays who live far better than you ever will."
Faith over animatedly threw her hands up in the air. Chuckling as she did so. This kid was crazy, and not in the cold blooded way she once was.
"What even started this kid? As soon as I came in singing 'I want your sex' you jumped all over my case!" Andrew's eyebrows turned down and his frown deepened. "Oh ho! Woah there Isaac Mizrahi! I get it!"
"Get what? There's nothing to get!" His voice was shriller than he had intended. Faith laughed even harder and lightly punched him in the shoulder. "Owww! What was that for?!?! I don't appreciate this you know."
"Nothing champ! I just didn't realize you were a, err, closet Alan Cummings. Now that I think about it, it's pretty damn obvious."
Andrews face lit up in horror. There was no way he could allow that trashy delinquent spread the news. Plus with the amount of immature houseguests, it would spread like wildfire.
"Listen Faith. How about we negotiate." He paused, lost in thought. This could be just like a Star Trek episode! He would be the brave captain and save everyone's deepest secrets. Plus he could wear a glittery velour space suit. He smiled, and sighed with contentment.
"Okay Sparky, let's negotiate. Hows about I don't tell on you, if. Say, you help me become a bit more 'refined'. Sound kosher?"
Andrew grinned; this was going to be interesting. He would get to be part of something! His thoughts then turned to Xander. What if he found out? Or what if he suddenly fell desperately in love with the soon to be cultured Faith? He groaned, why must he always complicate things?
A/N: Alright! My first stab at BTVS fiction! Please review! I would like to know if I should continue the story. I do have some ideas in the works for the following chapter if people like it enough for me to go on! Thanks!
Disclaimer: I'd be lying if I claimed to own any of the characters used. ^. ~
A/N: Just a short conversation piece. Not sure if I should continue with it or just leave it as is. Sorry if I offend any George Michael fans!
"You know, 'Wham!' really was a pivotal point for him after his solo career. It proved that even though he was a homosexual man he could continue making meaningful music."
"Listen yo. That's not true. I think all of us ladies were pretty scared the hell off by that point. I mean, the man got his start shaking his ass in these tight jeans. Singing about being a father figure and all that kinky shit. Then boom! We find out he actually color coordinates his clothing and is boning men in the ass."
Andrew leaned back in the seat as far as the ropes would allow him, scowling as he did so. Ever since she had arrived everyone decided it best that he remained bound to a piece of furniture. Poorly crafted furniture he mentally noted.
"I'm just saying. Just because someone is homosexual, it isn't the end of the world. There are oodles of high profile gays who live far better than you ever will."
Faith over animatedly threw her hands up in the air. Chuckling as she did so. This kid was crazy, and not in the cold blooded way she once was.
"What even started this kid? As soon as I came in singing 'I want your sex' you jumped all over my case!" Andrew's eyebrows turned down and his frown deepened. "Oh ho! Woah there Isaac Mizrahi! I get it!"
"Get what? There's nothing to get!" His voice was shriller than he had intended. Faith laughed even harder and lightly punched him in the shoulder. "Owww! What was that for?!?! I don't appreciate this you know."
"Nothing champ! I just didn't realize you were a, err, closet Alan Cummings. Now that I think about it, it's pretty damn obvious."
Andrews face lit up in horror. There was no way he could allow that trashy delinquent spread the news. Plus with the amount of immature houseguests, it would spread like wildfire.
"Listen Faith. How about we negotiate." He paused, lost in thought. This could be just like a Star Trek episode! He would be the brave captain and save everyone's deepest secrets. Plus he could wear a glittery velour space suit. He smiled, and sighed with contentment.
"Okay Sparky, let's negotiate. Hows about I don't tell on you, if. Say, you help me become a bit more 'refined'. Sound kosher?"
Andrew grinned; this was going to be interesting. He would get to be part of something! His thoughts then turned to Xander. What if he found out? Or what if he suddenly fell desperately in love with the soon to be cultured Faith? He groaned, why must he always complicate things?
A/N: Alright! My first stab at BTVS fiction! Please review! I would like to know if I should continue the story. I do have some ideas in the works for the following chapter if people like it enough for me to go on! Thanks!