It was a gorgeous, warm and sunny day in Los Angeles when Faith and Lindsey sat in the bar for coffee. He was thoughtful enough to order a chocolate croissant for her, and even though Faith was more of a burger girl, she was grateful because she realized she was starving. The meal she got in jail the previous night was so disgusting, she thought eating sand and water mixed together would be more appetizing. Lindsey really was a perfect gentleman, she thought, but even though he was really handsome, he wasn't exactly her type. What is my type anyway? Stupid selfish sons of bitches who only care about beer and sex.-Faith thought and realized it was time for her to find someone who would actually respect and love her. It looked like Lindsey would be a nice catch and she cursed her own mind for wandering back and forth to Buffy. And Buffy just got updated to 'forbidden fruit' when she caught her kissing Angel. She could have bet that Buffy's lips were sweet like the rest of her. Faith was surprised when she saw Buffy dressed in a Pink Floyd t-shirt, the blonde looked like she would have preferred Backstreet Boys or some silly female pop group. Faith was curious about what Buffy was actually like, as a person, not just as a potential fuck.
Lindsey noticed that Faith wandered away, and he would have given his right hand to be able to read her mind. He wondered if it had anything to do with Angel and the girl with a funny name he couldn't remember at that moment... was it Bunny or something? because he noticed how Faith stopped at once and clutched her fist when she saw them kiss. He tried to start a conversation, but Faith wasn't really in the mood for chit chat even though she tried pretty hard. She wanted to force herself to like that guy with perfect teeth and hands, but something was missing... Or a part of him was extra... He just wasn't Buffy. Goddamn that girl, what's so fuckin' special about her that makes me think about her the whole time?!-Faith asked herself and then Buffy's smile appeared in front of her face, and her eyes that looked like she'd been through more things than others her age...and that little smile and even that little strangely shaped nose. Fuck me, I like her. I fuckin' like that girl and I can't have her! It's not fair!-Faith frowned and excused herself and just caught a cab to go home. She left a very confused Lindsey behind, and she was sorry but she couldn't just keep pretending she was having a great time when a certain blonde was jumping all over her thoughts and actually making a little comfy home in there. Buffy Fuckin' Summers.
"Willow! Tara!"-Buffy yelled when she entered the house with Angel, holding his hand.
Both Willow and Tara knew Angel because they saw him whenever they came to see Buffy in the station, but they were surprised when they saw Buffy holding his hand.
"Hey, Buff! Hey, Angel... what's up with the hand holding?"-Willow asked and smiled, she was happy her best friend finally found someone to hold hands with, poor thing never had much luck in love. Angel seemed like a really nice guy and Buffy was smiling, which was a really good thing.
"Well, I've invited Angel for lunch, girls, I hope you don't mind."-Buffy said and Willow and Tara said they didn't mind at all, but Willow just had to add: "You treat her well, Mister, or I'll make a chemical potion to melt your insides. I'm a crazy scientist, don't you ever forget it!"
"I'll try to keep it in mind... But don't worry, I would never hurt Buffy."-Angel said and kissed Buffy's hand gently.
"What are you gonna cook? Do you need any help in the kitchen?"-Tara asked and Buffy said: "I could definitely use your help, Tara, you know I'm not exactly a Master Chef. I'm happy if I don't burn my fried eggs!"
More than cooking advice, Buffy needed someone to talk to about Angel, Faith and all those confusing and conflicting feelings that were fighting inside of Buffy's head and heart. She asked Willow to keep Angel company and hoped Tara would be able to help her sort out her head a little. Tara was probably the nicest girl ever and Buffy loved her to death. She adored Willow too, she knew her longer, but for some reason, there were subjects she could only discuss with Tara; Faith and Angel were defnitely in Tara's group of topics.
Buffy grabbed some fish fingers from the fridge and started cleaning the poatoes to make chips and Tara, who obviously knew her better than Buffy even thought, asked: "So, Buffy, you think Angel is a pretty much perfect guy, but something's still bugging you, isn't it?"
"Wow, Tara, you know me too good. Yes, something is bugging me and it's so silly I don't know why I even think about it, but I do think about it, you know, a lot more than I'd like to and it's so confusing and scary and I have no idea why I always have to make things complicated somehow when they could be perfectly simple and nice!"-Buffy spilled it all out and took a deep breath when she was done rambling, she kind of forgot to breathe at that moment.
Tara was amused by Buffy's breathlessness, but Buffy still didn't answer her question, and Tara asked: "Now, start breathing again, and tell me what exactly is standing in the way of a perfect reletionship with Angel?"
Buffy looked at the potato she was cleaning and thought it was very strangely shaped, but she looked up at Tara, who noticed so much struggle in Buffy's eyes, but remained quiet, waiting for Buffy to start talking. Knowing Buffy, Tara was sure her friend would use some kind of an analogy to describe what she was going through, and she wasn't wrong.
"Well you know what it's like sometimes. You notice a potato you really like, and you don't think that there might be a potato you like just as much, or maybe a bit less, but still like it a lot, and then the 2nd potato makes a move and you think it's worth giving it a try because this potato seems like it's...very well cooked and pretty yummy. So you leave the first potato behind and wonder why you still keep thinking about it even though you know you probably will never hmm...eat it."
Tara smiled, the potato analogy was even more entertaining than the cookie dough one that she'd heard Buffy mention before. "So, Buffy, you think the 1st potato might like to be...hmmm, as you said, eaten by you?"
Buffy blushed a little, she thought she never should have used the word eaten, because it made her think some really inappropriate things. "I kind of think it would, but it's so complicated I can't even believe I'm still thinking about the 1st potato at all..."
"Buffy, honey, who is the 1st potato? I didn't even know you were interested in anyone, but I did notice that Angel, or the second potato, liked you. It was kind of hard not to notice how his eyes lit up every time you spoke to him."
Why didn't I notice that he liked me when everyone else thought it was pretty obvious!?-Buffy still couldn't believe, just like she couldn't believe that she kept thinking about another woman, for that matter. To make it more complicated that woman just had to be Angel's sister. Oh god, what is wrong with me?-Buffy frowned sadly, not knowing how to actually say that she liked Faith.
"It's a female potato, Tara."-Buffy admitted and blushed. Tara had to admit that she was surprised, Buffy never ever mentioned that she liked another girl.
"A female potato. Buffy, I didn't think you noticed women like that, but if you do like this female potato and decided to go with the male potato because it seemed more normal, it's a mistake. Before jumping into anything with any gender potato, you should think about what you want. It seems the female potato takes up a lot of your thoughts so just think really good before you make any of the potatos hope too much."
"You're completely right, Tara, but what if these 2 potatos I like are a brother and a sister?"-Buffy asked and cupped her face, because she felt she was blushing really heavily at that moment. Tara was even more surprised now, and she really didn't know what to say to Buffy, except: "One more reason you have to be very careful while you're choosing the right potato."
Buffy sighed and thanked Tara for listening to her confusing potato analogy, and Tara asked: "So, what's this female potato's name?"
"Faith. Her name is Faith."
