A/N: I don't own Darry….wish I did. But Victor Salva does. Don't own
anything to do with the shows Buffy The Vampire Slayer or Angel, Joss
Whedon does, I just borrow his characters sometimes. I do however own
Danielle, she's mine. Take her or the story line and I will curse MANY
Creepers and Riley Finn's on you!
She then looked at the clock. It was 1:30am. She quickly changed into her sports bra, tank top, and girl's boxers. She was extremely tired, running on only 5 hours of sleep all day. She also had a long day of continuous driving ahead of her. She HAD to get some sleep, her mind and body were BOTH screaming for it.
She had wondered if anyone had noticed that she was gone from the party or that she had looked sick. She hadn't felt good most of the day due to lack of sleep she had gotten lately. At first, she had been scared that she had gotten pregnant by Darry and that that was why she was sick. But then she remembered she had been taking her birth control regularly and hadn't missed any.
She then did a quick hand stand just for the hell of it and to maybe tire herself out. Just because she was tired didn't mean she FELT tired. As she did this, the door opened and she fell to the ground with a thud. She went bam! And plopped hard on the floor, almost busting her ass.
She looks up angrily at Darry, for making her lose her concentration and falling flat on her ass. He extends his hand out and she takes it and he pulls her back up, almost effortlessly.
"Sorry about that, you ok" he says, once she was up.
"Yeah, my ass hurts now though! I better not have a bruise there tomorrow, actually later on today. Because if I do, you're in some deep shit", she replies with a playful, half serious tone to her voice.
"What the hell were you doing anyway" he asks curiously.
"A hand stand. (off his weird "Why the hell were you doing that" look). I was BORED! I had NOTHING to do! So I thought 'What the hell, won't hurt'! I was wrong, it DID hurt! I woulda thought you wouldn't have come back for a few more hours" she says, wondering what was up.
"Oh, the party got a little out of hand. I wanted to get the hell out of there incase the cops were called. I didn't want to get busted for illegal under-age drinking. Also, I wanted to apologize. One, for the way I may have acted towards you earlier. It's your life, your decision. You can do what you want. I have no control over you. And two, for the kiss. I'm sorry for that, I'm serious. If that made you, I dunno, uncomfortable or something—I'm sorry. I didn't mean to. I was just doin' what I felt was the right thing to do at the time. I didn't mean to cross the line or step over any boundaries. I just didn't want you to leave without you knowing I didn't mean to piss you off" he says sincerely, his deep brown eyes practically looking through her, he was searching for a reaction on her tired face.
"It's just—.",he starts.
She puts a finger to his lips and says in a hushed tone, "Shh…it's alright. It didn't bother me. I just had something on my mind, I got confused. I was wigging out about this guy following me, then the whole kiss thing happened. My head just shut down. I had to get out of there, get my thoughts together".
"That guy's been following you" he asks, getting a concerned yet pissed off look on his face. His caring about her and his protectiveness for her made her smile.
"Yeah, he stopped though. I told him off" she reassures him—she's safe.
"What'd he want with you" he asks, this time crossing his arms over his chest and leaning on the door pane.
"Oh, he just wanted to tell me something. Nothing important" she replies. 'Just that I'm the Slayer', she thought.
"Ok…" he says a little unsure.
"It's ok, really. He left me alone" she reassures him, again.
"You're sure…he's not—." he starts before she just up and kisses him. He took this as her way of telling him to shut up. He kisses her back, except with some tongue. They then make their way over to the bed.
You're a song
Written by the hands of god
Don't get me wrong cause
This might sound to you a bit odd
But you own the place
Where all my thoughts go hiding
And right under your clothes
Is where I find them
Underneath Your Clothes
There's an endless story
There's the man I chose
There's my territory
And all the things I deserve
For being such a good girl honey
Because of you
I forgot the smart ways to lie
Because of you
I'm running out of reasons to cry
When the friends are gone
When the party's over
We will still belong to each other
Underneath Your Clothes
There's an endless story
There's the man I chose
There's my territory
And all the things I deserve
For being such a good girl honey
I love you more than all that's on the planet
Movin' talkin' walkin' breathing
You know it's true
Oh baby it's so funny
You almost don't believe it
As every voice is hanging from the silence
Lamps are hanging from the celing
Like a lady to her good manners
I'm tied up to this feeling
Underneath Your Clothes
There's an endless story
There's the man I chose
There's my territory
And all the things I deserve
For being such a good girl honey
She then looked at the clock. It was 1:30am. She quickly changed into her sports bra, tank top, and girl's boxers. She was extremely tired, running on only 5 hours of sleep all day. She also had a long day of continuous driving ahead of her. She HAD to get some sleep, her mind and body were BOTH screaming for it.
She had wondered if anyone had noticed that she was gone from the party or that she had looked sick. She hadn't felt good most of the day due to lack of sleep she had gotten lately. At first, she had been scared that she had gotten pregnant by Darry and that that was why she was sick. But then she remembered she had been taking her birth control regularly and hadn't missed any.
She then did a quick hand stand just for the hell of it and to maybe tire herself out. Just because she was tired didn't mean she FELT tired. As she did this, the door opened and she fell to the ground with a thud. She went bam! And plopped hard on the floor, almost busting her ass.
She looks up angrily at Darry, for making her lose her concentration and falling flat on her ass. He extends his hand out and she takes it and he pulls her back up, almost effortlessly.
"Sorry about that, you ok" he says, once she was up.
"Yeah, my ass hurts now though! I better not have a bruise there tomorrow, actually later on today. Because if I do, you're in some deep shit", she replies with a playful, half serious tone to her voice.
"What the hell were you doing anyway" he asks curiously.
"A hand stand. (off his weird "Why the hell were you doing that" look). I was BORED! I had NOTHING to do! So I thought 'What the hell, won't hurt'! I was wrong, it DID hurt! I woulda thought you wouldn't have come back for a few more hours" she says, wondering what was up.
"Oh, the party got a little out of hand. I wanted to get the hell out of there incase the cops were called. I didn't want to get busted for illegal under-age drinking. Also, I wanted to apologize. One, for the way I may have acted towards you earlier. It's your life, your decision. You can do what you want. I have no control over you. And two, for the kiss. I'm sorry for that, I'm serious. If that made you, I dunno, uncomfortable or something—I'm sorry. I didn't mean to. I was just doin' what I felt was the right thing to do at the time. I didn't mean to cross the line or step over any boundaries. I just didn't want you to leave without you knowing I didn't mean to piss you off" he says sincerely, his deep brown eyes practically looking through her, he was searching for a reaction on her tired face.
"It's just—.",he starts.
She puts a finger to his lips and says in a hushed tone, "Shh…it's alright. It didn't bother me. I just had something on my mind, I got confused. I was wigging out about this guy following me, then the whole kiss thing happened. My head just shut down. I had to get out of there, get my thoughts together".
"That guy's been following you" he asks, getting a concerned yet pissed off look on his face. His caring about her and his protectiveness for her made her smile.
"Yeah, he stopped though. I told him off" she reassures him—she's safe.
"What'd he want with you" he asks, this time crossing his arms over his chest and leaning on the door pane.
"Oh, he just wanted to tell me something. Nothing important" she replies. 'Just that I'm the Slayer', she thought.
"Ok…" he says a little unsure.
"It's ok, really. He left me alone" she reassures him, again.
"You're sure…he's not—." he starts before she just up and kisses him. He took this as her way of telling him to shut up. He kisses her back, except with some tongue. They then make their way over to the bed.
You're a song
Written by the hands of god
Don't get me wrong cause
This might sound to you a bit odd
But you own the place
Where all my thoughts go hiding
And right under your clothes
Is where I find them
Underneath Your Clothes
There's an endless story
There's the man I chose
There's my territory
And all the things I deserve
For being such a good girl honey
Because of you
I forgot the smart ways to lie
Because of you
I'm running out of reasons to cry
When the friends are gone
When the party's over
We will still belong to each other
Underneath Your Clothes
There's an endless story
There's the man I chose
There's my territory
And all the things I deserve
For being such a good girl honey
I love you more than all that's on the planet
Movin' talkin' walkin' breathing
You know it's true
Oh baby it's so funny
You almost don't believe it
As every voice is hanging from the silence
Lamps are hanging from the celing
Like a lady to her good manners
I'm tied up to this feeling
Underneath Your Clothes
There's an endless story
There's the man I chose
There's my territory
And all the things I deserve
For being such a good girl honey