A/N: Thank you so much tospikegothicchick, I loved you idea, and I loved your review – I love knowing that I'm writing for someone. And to Mony19, Thank you – I'm not sure whether to use those lyrics (it's so hard writing your own!) or to find better ones…
Buffy walked down the school hall, smiling to herself, knowing she was late for class, but also knowing how to fix up her song.
She kept her eyes to the floor as students passed; otherwise they mocked her for punching Parker, or hanging out with the geeky group.
On her first day, she had the choice. The choice of either hanging with the bitchy popular group, or trying to hang out with the less-popular people. They were far nicer, but they were scared to death of her. Maybe her bad-ass attitude and skimpy black attire wasn't helping, but in the end, they tamed her and bought her down to earth.
She only punched Parker because he was being an ass. Faith had had her own experiences with him, and warmed to her almost instantly, calling her to her cute black sports car for a quick getaway, leaving Parker with a bleeding nose and sore groin.
Faith was the one in the group that she could most relate to, then there was Willow, who was semi-cool because she was dating a guy in a band, and Xander, who was the observer. He watched everything, learning mainly for what he saw. It really was something special.
Not watching where she was going, Buffy found herself suddenly sprawled out on the floor.
"Okay… ow…" she said, sitting up, and looking around too see what had happened.
Spike was standing above her, holding out a hand as an attempt to help her up.
She didn't know what to say, so she just smiled thankfully. What do you say to a guy with the nick-name Spike? She didn't even know if she was allowed to say Spike… Will… William? What was she supposed to call him? Was being un-popular a disadvantage in the way of names?
"Sorry…" she mumbled, not sure whether she wanted him to hear it or not.
She looked at some of the books on the floor and squatted to pick them up. She was about to head off when she heard him speak. It wasn't the first time, so she knew that British accent.
"Er… You left these…" he held up a few pieces of paper and a music brochure.
"Thankyou," she stepped closer slightly and took them from him.
"Buying an instrument?" he asked, not using the pet names he did for all the other girls… the popular ones.
"Guitar…"
"Go with the Fender. It's expensive, but it's worth it in the long run."
The edges of her lips twitched into a barely recognisable smile, "Thanks."
And with that, she turned and hurried off down the hall, papers in hand.
"Buffy, Ms Calender would like to see you…" Mr Giles said, coming to the door of her English classroom.
Buffy pushed back her chair noisily, shrugging when Faith gave her a questioning look.
She walked down the corridor, passing Xander's class on the way, and waving slightly as she did.
She got to the teachers lounge and knocked.
The door opened to reveal Ms Calender.
"Miss Summers, thank you for coming so soon, I just wanted to see if you'd made any… you know, process…"
Buffy smiled, "I'm making a whole lot of process, actually."
Ms Calender sighed in relief, "I just needed to tell you that you have a week before you have to sing, and that if you need anything, just to tell me."
Buffy nodded, "I'll be ready… But I'm going to need an amplifier."
Ms Calender had given Buffy a week to come up with a song, but she didn't know Buffy was writing it.
'You're goin', and I know it's gonna be me soon,
I can't see beyond now,
And it scares me that you can.
How do you do it?
How do you know what is to come?
How can you go?
Finish?
Leave?
Is it hard for you?
Can you imagine it?
Can you see beyond the future, beyond the hazy-ness?
I sure don't know what it is like,
The stress
The pain
The feeling itself…
But I sure know that I will
In no time at all
I know I will feel it all
And I know
What the relief will be like… '
She tapped her pencil loudly. Not much progress, but some… she decided she was happy with that, and got up and walked over to the brochure that was sitting on top of her school bag.
Glancing at the front page, she saw the Fender Stratocaster and knew it was the one she wanted. Damn straight it was expensive, but it was beautiful, and perfect in everyway.
It would max out her credit card, and take a lot of time to learn, but she knew she could do it.
Her mum was at the art gallery, so she scrawled her a note;
Mum,
I'm just shooting up to the music store – I think I've found a guitar that I want!
Buffy
Joyce was the only one, other than Ms Calender, that knew about the singing solo that she was going to do. She thought she could surprise everyone else… everyone else being Xander, Willow and Faith.
Picking up her bag, she got out her wallet and house keys and jogged out of the house.
A/N: Okay, I think that was a tiny bit longer… Hope you liked it :D!
I'm gonna be going away for two days, so no updates until I get back, only brainstorming, which will lead to a better storyline - hopefully.
Uh huh! I found out how to put separaters in - to separate time - thank god, everything was blending together!
Oh! And spikegothicchick – how was the running-into-each-other thing?
