Title: I Hate How I Love You (okay, okay, I know, but so?)
Rating: R for language
Pairing: F? F/B eventually
Disclaimer: Don't sue me, I have no money
Spoilers: none
Feedback: A little goes a long way to boost my ego, also makes me a better writer (i.e. faster writer)
Summary: This is AU, no slayers, no demons, no vampires, etc. Faith and Buffy are friends, just high school kids having a little fun during the summer

Author's note: This is the sequel to my second fic "I Love How I Hate You." Since I didn't want to be a tease with the suggestion of a sequel, I've decided to start work on one. Also, cause I want to get to what we all want… which is some nice Fuffy lovin' – or my take on Fuffy anyway.

Here's the thing, all the chapters will be short, about as long as this one, maybe a little longer - but I do plan on updating pretty frequently. I'm really busy with school right now. So, if you want longer chapters, tell me, and ya'll can wait until I graduate - then I'll post long chapters. Don't matter to me.


CHAPTER 1 – Revelations

Buffy POV

It's been almost a month since I played that prank on Faith and she hasn't spoken to me since. She's avoiding me. She ignores my calls, emails and texts; she doesn't even respond to my IM's – even when I know she's online. She could at least tell me to 'piss off,' 'eat shit' or 'go fuck myself.' I mean, Faith's got to be really upset still to just ignore me. 'Cause she just isn't the 'silent treatment' type of girl, she's more the 'do that shit again and I'll kick your ass' type. Honestly, I'm a little worried. I really didn't think she'd be that upset, we mess with each other all the time. Although, she did start it— those thoughts so not helping now. Anyway, we fuck with each other all the time, she talks shit about my mom, I pout, she plays practical jokes on me, I pout, she scares me half to death, I pout – then get even. It's just what we do.

So, I've decided to take matters into my own hands. I'm going to go see her, she can't avoid me if we're face to face. Cordy's giving me a ride to Faith's apartment and I am not leaving till she talks to me – or at the very least, acknowledges my existence.

Later at Faith's apartment…

knock, knock

No answer.

knock, knock, knock

No answer.

knock, knock, knock, knock

Still, no answer. I know she's there, her car's parked out front – hmm, perhaps a different approach.

pound, pound, pound, pound, pound, pound, pound, pound, pound

"WHOEVER THE FUCK THIS IS, IT BETTER BE REALLY FUCKING IMPORTANT!" she shouts through the door.

I take a deep breath. She sounds really pissed, not good. I hope I didn't interrupt her during— nah, it's the middle of the day…

Suddenly, the door flies open and in front of me is a very irate – and disheveled – looking Faith. She's wearing a whit tank and boxers, her hair all mussed and she looks a little flushed.

"Um, hi," I manage to squeak.

"What the fuck do you want?"

"Faith, I…" I really don't want to do this in the hallway, "can I come in?"

"Now's really not a good time," she tries to shut the door, but I quickly step inside, effectively lodging myself between the door and frame – ouch.

"I'm not leaving until we talk, Faith," voice didn't crack this time – but my ribs might have.

"Fine," she sighs, opening the door to let me in.

"Sometimes I wish you were a vampire." What?

"What does that —?"

"Can we just get this over with?"

"Why are you avoiding me? Are you really that upset with me? Because if you are, what you did was, like, ten time worse. I've had nightmares about it, y'know? And also—"

"Whoa, whoa there B," she chuckles, "I'm not avoiding you and I'm not upset anymore. I'm way over that." She walks over to the counter and picks up her pack, lighting up a cigarette.

"Then, why haven't you returned any of my calls?"

"I've been kinda…" her eyes move behind me, "busy." I turn around and see beautiful a leggy blonde emerge from her bedroom. Whoops, I guess I did interrupt her during… wait… is that the bartender from the Bronze? What the hell?

"Tess, you remember Buffy, don't you?"

"Yeah, hi," she smiles and makes her way to Faith.

"I've gotta go get ready for work," she purrs and steals the cigarette from Faith. She takes a drag, "I'll see you later?"

"Yeah," she replies casually, giving her a kiss. Tess lets herself out and Faith returns her gaze to me.

"You're screwing the bartender?"