Buffy's eyelids flickered open as the light hit her eyes and she gave a smile upon awakening. She sat up, in her own bed; why did that feel like such a weird yet great thing? Buffy wasn't sure. It's not like she didn't sleep in it every day because she did but for some reason it felt like she hadn't slept here, or been here for a very long time.
She shrugged the feeling off – it was probably just some after effect of waking up. Maybe she had been so engrossed in the dream that it felt real, like she'd been there.
She threw back her covers and smiled to herself in the mirror. She didn't know why she was so happy this morning. Today was just one of those days where things felt great. She went over to her window and looked out at the world below her.
Today was one of the many days in Sunnydale where it was sunny, hence the name. And since Buffy was in an optimistic mood it was also a great place to stay; Obviously there was the bad points like high school but what 16 year old did like high school? Then all the issues that went with it like being popular and stuff. But Buffy didn't care about any of that especially not today.
She quickly got ready for school, although there was no rush as today she had been up early, and went downstairs.
"Hi mum,' Buffy's voice shrilled as she came into the kitchen where her mum had made her and Dawn pancakes; their favourites.
She kissed her on the cheek, "Yay my favourites."
Joyce chuckled, "What's got into you today? And you're acting younger than your sister. You do know she's the kid in the family, right?" Joyce smiled glad her eldest daughter was happy.
Buffy pulled a face as Dawn looked up from her cereal and glared at her mum, "I'm not a kid!" she protested.
Joyce rolled her eyes, "You're both big kids."
Buffy
pulled another big face, "And this big kid is leaving.
"Don't
you want a lift?"
Buffy shook her head and smiled, "I wanna walk today. The sun's shining and it's good for you," she replied grabbing a bottle of water, "Tata." She smiled ruffling Dawn's hair who groaned, "Buffy!"
Buffy chuckled walking out the door.
Joyce raised an eyebrow as she left; she didn't get her kids. One day they were depressed and the world was against them and the next it was a great place.
Then again that was teenagers for you.
Buffy made her way into the school, heading for her locker, she hated the fact she had to be inside and couldn't be out enjoying the sunshine with her friends. She threw her bag into her locker, pulling out some of the books she'd need for the next lesson.
"About time you got here Buff," Xander joked as she closed her locker. "Better late then never, like they say."
"Buffy you're here, I thought something had happened, when your mom didn't show up," Willow gushed appearing the other side of the Slayer
"Panics over Will," Buffy smiled as they started to make their way towards English. "I got up early this morning and decided to walk to school, I got a little side tracked."
"Angel?" Xander asked with a small smirk, he didn't mind Buffy's boyfriend but he wasn't exactly ready to be baseball buddies with him.
Buffy chuckled, "No just the usually good weather. It just seems extra good today maybe the suns different or something." She shrugged casually, "I don't know."
"You do seem extremely chirpy today," Willow pointed out as she took her normal seat in English next to Buffy and behind Xander. "Not that being chirpy is a bad thing and I don't mean you're like depression girl because your not. I just meant that it's good to be chirpy despite the fact your at school because school is fun and should be enjoyed and…"
"Will your babbling," Xander cut in with a small smile as he took his own seat and turned around to face his two best friends. Buffy was just to add a comment when their English teacher walked into the room, the class fell silent pretty quickly, and Xander was soon facing the front.
As the last lesson ended, Xander bounded out of his class like a little puppy dog running to its owner. Xander didn't particularly hate school. It had its perks – like friends, girls and the usual stuff but it was still school and it was always fun when it came to an end.
He grinned as he saw Willow and Buffy and ran up behind them, putting his arms over their shoulders. "And how are my two favourite girls?" he asked.
Buffy smirked looked at Willow who nodded, "Two favourite because we're the only girls in your world?" she teased.
"So cruel, Miss Summers, so cruel," Xander replied putting on a weird accent.
Buffy laughed as they walked out of the school doors, finally back out and into the sunshine.
"Well guys, I'm off this way," Buffy said breaking away from them.
"Angel?" Xander asked and Buffy nodded in reply.
Xander tried to keep from rolling his eyes. Angel might be a nice guy...but he might not. After all, Buffy was only 16 and he was 25. That creeped Xander out, he didn't trust him at all, especially not with Buffy. And what sort of guy had a name like Angel anyway? Then there was the other issue of her mom not knowing anything about him. But he had to keep silent. He'd tried to bring up these thoughts on several occasions and all that had happened was Willow and Buffy had glared and said 'you don't understand.' "Bronzing it tonight?" he asked them.
Buffy shook her head, "Not tonight," she shrugged, "Mom's going out for the night, Dawnie's staying at a friends. I was thinking of staying with Angel."
Xander just nodded and Willow done that little grin thing that he still didn't get – the thing chicks done when there was a guy involved and it was like some sort of amazing thing. Xander vowed to one day work out the mystery of chicks...maybe write a book on it he mused. Then again Xander Harris was hardly an English scholar.
Xander turned his thoughts off, or well more precisely put them to the back of his mind as Buffy went her separate way and he looked at Willow, "Bronzing it?"
As Buffy walked to Angel's she wondered if he'd be in. It didn't matter if he wasn't because she had a key to his place but it felt weird to her entering his place without him being there.
She briefly considered going to hers first until she knew he'd definitely be in then decided against it. She was in such a good mood she was taking her time to just look around so she might not be there for a while anyway.
Buffy loved and hated walking.
It was a great time to think but then again sometimes thoughts led to thoughts and then when that happened it seemed to become negative.
Buffy didn't want to be negative today though but sometimes, like now, it couldn't be helped.
Buffy's life was pretty good; Her family wasn't rich but they had money. They got back and could afford extras. She wasn't particularly popular but she had a great group of friends and a great boyfriend and even school didn't suck that much. But sometimes she wished there were more. And she wasn't sure how to feel about that, after all was it bad to think that? There were people who weren't as 'well off' as her yet by wanting there to be something more to her life she was sort of complaining. Then maybe that was just a thing everyone went through.
Who doesn't want to be important? To make a difference? To change people's lives for the better? Or to be involved in something either secretive or supernatural? Something that is beyond all imagination. After all wasn't that why people got so hyped up about films?
Buffy's thoughts on that disappeared as she got to Angel's house and tried the handled. Locked. She pulled the key out of her bag and entered the house. She loved coming in here it was just so cool and comforting – so Angel.
Buffy dropped her bag, closing the door behind her as she went through to the kitchen and pre-heated the oven before heading to the living room to watch TV.
It had took her a while but she'd eventually gotten used to Angel's place being like her own, mostly because of Angel's 'ranting' of "You can do what you want, I don't bite," or, "It's your place too." And along with that she'd managed to cook; well pizza was about all she could cook in truth but that was good enough for her.
After 10 minutes she returned to the kitchen to put the pizza in then grinned as she heard the door open.
Angel, guessing Buffy was in since she was the only one who had the keys, quickly checked the rooms to find her. He smirked, having to tease her as he entered the kitchen and went over to give her a kiss.
"So you just thought you'd come in and help yourself to all my food, huh?" Angel smirked.
"I uh –" Buffy stumbled. Part of her knew he was kidding but still there was that whole teenage thing that still happened where her mind just went all funny and words never came out right when near him.
Angel chuckled, "I'm kidding."
"I know," Buffy smirked looking up at him, "But that remark – you shouldn't of said," she shook her head; her turn to play around.
"And why is that?" Angel asked.
"Well I was going to stay the night, mom out of town and all," Buffy replied, "But
now...I'm not so sure."
"That's sooo not fair," Angel laughed, acting childish. "I'll beg if I have to," he smirked as he over dramatically fell to his knees, "Please forgive me Miss Summers!"
"You're a bigger kid than I am!" Buffy laughed, "Get up."
"Does this mean you're staying?" Angel said, standing up.
Buffy paused for a moment as if she had to consider it then nodded, "But only because you're beds comfier than mines."
Angel laughed before leaning closer and kissing her for a minute before she pulled back, "You're gunna make me burn the pizza," she smirked, going to the oven.
As she brought the pizza out of the oven she smiled to herself; Who was she kidding? She didn't need a life of supernatural or any of that crazy stuff that didn't exist but people thought would bring excitement to their lives. Her life was pretty much perfect.
