Begun
as a response to a challenge that I once randomly found on AFF. It's
kinda escalated into something not quite what the challenge called
for. However, people seemed to like it the first time
around. Disclaimers:
This fic will eventually contain
material homosexual in nature. If this should offend you or is
illegal where you live, do not continue. Come to think of it, don't
read any of my works, they all include homosexual stuff.
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((Oh, and
yes, the title of the fic is in reference to that line in "Life's
a Show" from the eppie "Once More With Feeling…" in the sixth
season.))
"Buffy… Buffy…." The blonde didn't seem to hear the other girl as she sat back and stared at the sky. "Elizabeth Ann Summers." Buffy jolted slightly and spun to look at the other girl. Tara giggled, then rolled her eyes. "Thought that would get your attention. You've been staring off into space for the past ten minutes."
"Sorry… thinking." She blushed slightly, then looked up at the sky again. "Ya think dad will come back?"
"Buffy, it was like straight out of television. He ran off with his secretary." Tara said in a gentle, but firm tone. Buffy sighed and finally stared back down at her lap. "Dad isn't going to come back to us."
"Yeah, I guess I know that…" she sighed again, then elbowed the girl. "So… what do you think the school will be like? I hear from… well… talk shows and stuff… that it's hard to change schools two years in. Different people and stuff."
"It'll be harder for -you-." Tara said with a small laugh. "At least you were popular. Xander was near tears when we drove off."
"Well he's had a crush on me since we were kids…" Buffy laughed at that. "I thought Willy's vein was gonna pop though."
"He prefers Spike." Tara said in a defensive manner, looking down her nose at Buffy. The girl rolled her eyes. "Besides, he's going to visit every weekend on his bike. Not too far to drive."
"Sure…" Buffy groaned, thinking the nickname was ridiculous. "But my other friends in LA? Nah, they weren't anything special. All really superficial. I'm -trying- to get away from that."
"You mean get away from being the popular brat and queen of the school, known for her looks and razor sharp tongue?" Tara asked with a knowing grin, as Xander had explained it jokingly before. Buffy's other friends had only ever accepted the goofball's presence due to his exceptional skill on the swimming team. Buffy, however, at hearing that just glared at her in a barely tolerant manner. "You know it's true. You were the queen of the school, most popular girl. Everyone saw you for your beauty and fashion sense, and ran from you if you were in a bad mood… or a good mood and they weren't up to par. You could really be a bitch sometimes."
"Hey, I was improving!" Buffy claimed weakly. "I'm trying, really. Ever since that girl broke down crying at the beginning of the year I've been nicer."
"True…" Tara teased. Then she rolled her eyes. "So… do you know anything about Sunnydale? I thought you were going to have one of your pet computer geeks look it up."
"You sound like Spike!" Buffy claimed, having put up with the punk's mocking far too often. Any time Xander would even mention her popularity, Spike would start in on her so called pet computer geeks (the guys she'd actually started being nice to in the computer club), her lapdogs (the other popular girls who hung on her every word), or her muscle (the sports members that had crushes on her). "Don't call them that… you were friends with most of them too…"
"You ignored everything I've been saying all morning. I have a right to tease you." Tara said proudly. Buffy rolled her eyes. "But you're right, I was friends with a lot of them. "So… did you find anything out about Sunnydale?"
"Other than it being a middle of nowhere hodunk town, no. There wasn't anything special about it really." Buffy complained with a small sigh. "I think they have a total of one mall… and the streets… you can supposedly cross them unharmed without being escorted by military tanks."
"LA traffic is bad… do you think we'll be able to sleep with all that quiet?" Tara said with a large grin. She'd always hated the noise of the city. Buffy shrugged, the looked over at their mother, Joyce, motioning them back to the car. Picnic break was over. Time to continue on the drive. "So… you never did tell me about that fire…"
"And I never will." Buffy said in a sour grumble. She was not going to talk about that now.
TBC
