Behind Brown Eyes 3
Faith pulled the Ninja up slowly in front of the Hyperion. The ride from the club back to the hotel was a little weird. Mainly because the argument we had kept playing over and over in my mind. I hopped off the bike, not really caring about my shoes anymore, they were probably ruined anyways. I took off the helmet and put it on the back of the seat, Faith didn't even glance in my direction. I needed to say something, but I didn't know what. I mean I don't even know why I wanted to provoke her myself, that was the real issue.
"Faith, I'm real sorry about tonight." I told her sincerely, I really was sorry I didn't mean for it to go that far.
She got off the bike and walked by me, not even giving me a glance, "You know what B? Save it." She walked into the hotel. I couldn't do anything but follow, in a way I felt kind of bad for what happened tonight. Again in my defense I was just having a little fun, but the question now was at whose expense.
I walked into the lobby and saw Willow and Kennedy sitting on the couch talking. They stopped when they saw me enter. Kennedy being the ever tactless one had to open her mouth.
"I just saw Faith and she did not look happy. What the hell did you do?" She asked me, like she was my mother. It took all my self control to not go over there and knock the holy hell out of her.
"Wait a minute. What makes you think I did something to piss her off?" I asked her, more than a little miffed.
Kennedy got up from the couch and walked over to me, "Because you're the only one I know who can piss her off that badly." She told me.
Willow better get up off that couch and check her girl, before I kick her ass across the lobby. I already caught hell from Faith and I don't need it from a slayer wanna be.
"Willow if you love your girlfriend, you need to get her the hell away from me before you have to replace her." I said none too friendly.
"What, just because you're senior slayer, you act like you're better than everyone else? I don't think so." She challenged.
"So, you think you can take me? Bring it on, I've been slaying vampires, and fighting demons since before you could walk. If you know what's best for you, you better back the fuck off." I told her a little too sweetly.
Willow grabbed Kennedy by the arm, and began whispering something in her ear. That's right Willow show your girlfriend who runs this. Kennedy kissed her on the lips and walked upstairs. Willow motioned for me to sit down on the couch, which I did. She wanted to talk, and I didn't but there was nothing I could do about it.
"What's with the tragedy mask? Did you and Faith not make with the fun?" She asked me.
I really didn't know how to answer that, so I answered without really answering it, "Fun was had, but something's happened. And I don't really feel up to talking about it right now." I told her, I really didn't want to get into that right now.
Willow wasn't going to let me get away that easy, she pulled out the big gun, resolve face. No one can get away from the resolve when she used it, and I couldn't get away no matter how hard I tried.
I let out a small sigh and faced her, "We went to this new club called Vision tonight. You know to blow off some steam since the slaying has been slow. Anyways, while there I met this guy by the name of Alex. He was cute, but he reminded me of Spike." I told her.
Willow looked at me with wide eyes, "Buff, I thought you were over the whole... you know Spike thing." She reminded me.
"Why does everyone think I'm still having a thing for Spike? Faith said the same exact thing. He is so yesterday, well two months ago." I snapped.
She looked chastised, "Because you said, that he reminded you of Spike." She used my words against me.
"That's not the point. I met Alex we danced, and exchanged pleasantries. Faith acted like the jealous girlfriend. We argued a little, and I left the table met Carmen in the bathroom. She's Alex's sister, who is a model that is openly bisexual, and looks like Jennifer Lopez. J.Lo Jr. and Faith danced and it looked like they were practically having sex on the dance floor. The glass I was holding in my hand cracked under the pressure. I asked Alex if he wanted to go somewhere more quiet... you know to talk. Faith went postal on me about us being there together, and how I was leaving with the Spike wanna be. Then I told her that I didn't swing that way, like some people. She asked if I didn't swing that way why would I come out with her. And why would I work so hard to press her buttons?" I told my tale, I left out some other minor details, but it didn't matter. I looked at Willow and she looked back at me.
"Why did you do it? I mean is there something you need to tell me?" She asked me matter of fact-ly.
Now that was actually a valid question. Unfortunately I still had no answer to. "I don't honestly know. Like I said before I was having some harmless fun. I feel bad about it, we came so far and now I think I made things worse." I laid my head on Willows shoulder. And she ran her fingers through my hair, something she would always do in comfort. I actually missed this a lot, but with the whole Kennedy thing it wasn't happening.
"In my own opinion, and that's just what this is an opinion. You wouldn't work so hard to push Faith's buttons unless; you somehow felt she was making the wrong choice. Maybe you think Faith can do better than this Carmen woman, so you lashed out. You just have her best interests at heart; she hasn't had a stellar track record with relationships. Maybe you care about Faith more than you realized." She told me.
I really must be a natural blonde because she's not making sense, "Care about her how?" I asked.
She sighed, "You did say you and Faith have gotten closer as of late. You just don't want to see her get hurt, plus you know with Carmen being a model and all. It was probably doomed before anything actually got started." She surmised.
I never thought about it that way. I mean we have gotten a lot closer, and Carmen did rub me the wrong way. Faith is like my sister, and I don't want her to get hurt or make stupid decisions.
"That makes a lot of sense. You know, I'm actually kind of tired. Plus I need to take these shoes off, a word to the wise stilettos don't mix well with walking." I joked, as I took them off of my feet.
"My advice to you is, sleep on it tonight. And maybe in the morning everything will be forgotten." She tried to reassure me.
I lifted my head off of her shoulder, and stood up, "I love you Wills. I don't know what I would do without you." I gave her a smile.
"I love you too Buff. Things will be better in the morning, now I'm going upstairs with my girlfriend. Don't let this get you down." She told me.
I walked up the stairs and to my room and turned on the light. I threw my shoes on the floor, and headed right for the bathroom for my nightly routine. Tonight has really taken a toll on me emotionally. Fresh faced and pajamas on, I toss and turn until I get comfortable.
The sun was shining brightly in my window, so much for this hotel being in in-direct sunlight. I looked over at the clock and saw that it was nine, I'm pretty sure everyone is already downstairs making with the breakfast. I climb out of bed and make my way towards the bathroom; I am so not a morning person. Not only that last night's argument between me and Faith was weighing heavily on me. Willow was right, I didn't want her making any wrong decisions, because she is my friend and like a sister to me. Hopefully everything will be back to normal this morning. Wide eyed and dressed I make my way downstairs and into the kitchen.
The first person I saw was Faith, followed by Willow, Kennedy, and a few potentials. We exchanged good mornings, and I went straight for the coffee. A Buffy without coffee is an unpleasant Buffy. I really wanted to say something to Faith, but I don't know what. I want to make things right between us, but I don't know where to start. I looked at Willow and she gave me a talk to her sign, I shook my head no. She glared at me; I mouthed 'I don't know' to her. She must have gotten an idea because what she did next put me on the spot.
"Kennedy, why don't we take the slayers and have them go through some training exercises. I mean just because they are not directly in battle doesn't mean that they should be lazy. After all they are going to be coming with us when we go on the quest for other slayers." She told her girlfriend. Way to make with the subtleness Red.
Faith didn't say anything as Kennedy and the potentials left. The tension in the room was so thick you could cut it with a knife.
"So Faith did you have fun with Buffy last night? Buffy wasn't very forthcoming with the details." Willow asked.
Faith gave me an amused look. Now it was a bold faced lie, but if it got her talking then that's all well and good for me. Honestly I'm not good at the talking thing right now. Apparently Faith isn't much with the talking either, because the only response we got from her was.
"Yeah, whatever." She puts her plate in the sink.
"Uh Faith, about last night..." I started out, but couldn't come up with anything.
"I'm going to go help Kennedy. I'll see you around." She walked out of the kitchen.
I sat down dejectedly next to Willow. This is going a lot worse than I have ever possibly imagined.
"I don't know what to do. I mean I want to at least talk to her about last night." I told her.
"Maybe you should just leave it alone right now. She just need some time, I mean you did have an argument." She suggested.
Willow did have a point; I should just leave well enough alone. And when the time comes make my peace later. There is nothing wrong with that, well not in my book.
"You know Wills, you're right. But I can't help but feel bad regardless of what the reasons were." I told her again, Buffy and guilt don't mix well.
"Buffy, you shouldn't feel guilty. You were just doing what any concerned friend would do. You meant well, but it came off the wrong way." She gave me a kiss on the forehead and left.
I finished up my coffee and thought about everything that's happened in the last 24 hours. My life just keeps getting more complicated and more complicated by the day. I put my mug in the sink and leave, maybe watching Kennedy push the potentials around will make me feel better.