Author's note: hi all!

Yesterday, if any of you who read this talked to me online (hey, it could happen!) You would know that my muse got fed up, or whatever, and she left. And even cheesecake wouldn't bring her back. But lucky you guys, she came back! And in the strangest place too! After reading this, where do you thinks he came back? Where was I? I think you could guess! Well, here you go, a quick fix, now that my muse has come back to me! We're so happy!

Start of story:

Bowling. America's pastime.

No, wait, that was Baseball. The red head thought as she grabbed another ball.

"Ya! Go Will!" The blond yelled as she managed to knock down five of the pins.

"But I'm still loosing." she pouted.

"Yeah, but that leads to pouting, and you're cute when you pout." her boyfriend said, helping her sit beside him.

It was the blond's turn, and she stood, grabbed a ball, and threw it down the lane. She then turned and sat back down, not looking, or caring what she got. All the pins were knocked down, yet again.

"No fair! Cheater!" The dark haired boy called foul. She was winning by a wide margin. The second place was held by the eldest there, only a year older, and his hair was currently orangish. He was behind her by a good 30 points.

She just shrugged in her strapless evening dress. But she was definitely happy.

The red head smiled in return. She was happy that her friend was happy after her gloomy mood these past few weeks. They were just a few days from being free of the nightmare called High School. But instead, her best friend had been in a funk, and it wasn't just the impending apocalypse.

The blond stuck out her tongue as she passed the dark haired boy as he got up for his turn. She knew exactly what childish was, and how well she fit into this category just now, but she really didn't care. It felt good, not worrying about the apocalypse or him leaving. Just for a few hours, she was just a senior girl, hanging with her friends after Prom. No demon mayors, no vampiric boyfriends; just two girls, and two guys. . . . . No, just three good friends knocking down pins with balls. . . . . . .

It was not going to get any better in her mind, no matter which way she put it.

Besides, bowling was the safest thing that you could do; no sexual references, unless your mind was truly in the gutter, and no demonic activity. Bowling was just to normal a pastime. Demons and bowling did not mix, almost by principle. Besides, too many heavy balls good for shot puts, decapitation and otherwise of squishing of appendages.

\She got up for her turn once more.

"The Buffster strikes again!" Xander cried as Oz and Willow clapped politely from the table. They shared high fives all around.