Could you choose who you were and weren't attracted to?
This thought had been plaguing Buffy Summers's mind since the day she had met the promiscuous, dark-haired, sarcastic girl that was Faith Lehane.
Buffy had found herself strangely attracted (in a lusty, teen angsty way, definitely not in a lovey-dovey romantic way) to Faith Lehane.
And she hated it. Buffy wasn't supposed to like girls. That was weird. And not normal. And Buffy Summers was not one of those people. She just couldn't be. I mean, what would Joyce say? What would Willow and Xander think?
But it didn't matter. Buffy Summers was totally, definitely, positively not gay.
But, God..when she was out slaying with Faith, and she was out there in those crop tops that showed off her toned, tan stomach..and, God, her legs. Legs that seem to stretch on forever and ever. And Buffy loved Faith's hair, and the way that it was naturally wavy, and it bounced regularly. And Buffy loved how confident Faith was. And how cocky she was. And she loved that Faith did whatever she wanted and that she didn't care what people thought of her.
Buffy adored Faith.
But in a totally friendly way that was not gay.
And it was totally just friendly sexual attraction.
Buffy Summers was not gay.