In her garden, surrounded by glorious roses, all colors, at her koi pond, the young woman sat and fed the largest and most colorful fish.
'Hello,George, beautiful night, isn't it?'
This young woman loved beauty, hated being beautiful.
It was what had she'd grown up to, cared for and loved by four men, each had male model looks, especially her silly Uncle Drew and her no-fear Uncle Justin.
Father had his own rugged handsomeness, tough and serious that made females fan themselves.
Daddy was a different sort, not particularly gorgeous, but kind hearted, thoughtful and goofy adorable enough to be charming.
Rose had always laughed when Father played annoyed to Daddy's childishness, how he'd pretended to be disgusted, but she'd heard them plenty at night, in her teens, that behind their bedroom door, Father had no problem with how Daddy looked or acted.
Rose smiled softly, stared at the starry sky.
Their beauty was grand. Her own, not so much.
She'd ever find someone, guy or gal( gal,that was Daddy's vocab sneaking in) that truly loved HER, wasn't chasing her for a roll in the sheets or slobbering over her Faith the vampire slayer face and body and hair...
She longed for real love.
Maybe she'd find it tonight.
Spike checked the temp on the heating lamp once again, marked another day off the calendar.
What a life Beggie-Dad had got him interested in, reptile raising.
The time startled him. THAT late already?
Meaning MJ and his hottie wife would be at the club soon,if not already.
He rushed around, throwing on anything, ripped jeans and plain tee and sneakers,fine.
he'd forgotten to mess with his hair, too tired and down to fight with it.
Prettiest most wonderful girlfriend he'd had, left him to give it to other guys.
Which translated into she'd used him.
He was fed up with being a 'nice guy.'
Hadn't helped his ZRyDad, had it?
Well no, EVE hadn't. But 'Beggie' had.
THAT was what he craved, somebody loyal and who really loved him, not one that played him.
Guy or chick, he didn't care.
Maybe he'd find love tonight.
