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Do You Feel Special With Me?
For sixteen she looked old. Not old like my mom or Giles, just old enough to not be carded. Bar tenders just assume she's twenty-one or so. When you really look at her she looks her age- younger even. But it's her attitude. She's so sure of herself. She's confident, like Faith, with out being overly so.
She flirts a lot, while I just watch. It's okay, though, because I like watching her flirt. Sometimes I wish she was flirting with me. Then I say to myself that I'm ridicules and it's just because of all the time I used to spend with Willow and Tara. I'm more open minded because of that. Or more confused...
But I have dreams. And in these dreams I feel special. She makes me feel like I'm more then a broken key; Buffy's little sister. Like I'm the only one in the world that could ever live up to her high standards. Because she does put them high.
And then I wake up. And I pay more attention. She gives that feeling to everyone. She makes the person that's she's talking to feel like they're special. Like they're worthy of being a Slayer.
Because I've always wanted to be a Slayer.
How's it going with Kenny? She'll ask, and I'll just shrug. It's not like being with you I'll say in my dreams, but in reality I keep quiet. She'll nudge me, grinning. Really? How's it with Kenny, Dawn?
I'll shrug her off and point to a sword.
You need to get back to training.