MINE! 2.
The next day at the park, little Buffy fluffed the pink dress she was wearing. It was her Halloween costume from last year. She was a princess. She twirled with her wand in her hands. She would be a Princess- Ballerina. Yeah... That sounded good.
Once again in her sandbox, she toed off her shoes and socks, burying her toes in the warm sand, loving the sensation. Princess Buffy. She really liked that. She turned away from the pile of sand she was playing with.
"Mommy!!" She waved her scepter at Joyce.
Her mom smiled at her from a nearby bench. "Yes, Buffy?"
"I'm gonna be a princess. You got'sta call me Princess Buffy from now on. Cuz I have the wand."
Joyce nodding, smiling, wishing she had brought her camera. Buffy's little tiara winked in the California sun, and her pink tulle dress poofed out in all directions as she flopped into the sand again. She figured where the costume had come from.
All last night, all either of her parents had heard was, "Will'um is a meany cuz this- Will'um is a meany cuz that..."
Will'um walked into the park, wearing a helmet. His cousin Brodie had said that girl's had cooties. And Brodie was ten. So he knew everything. And Will'um didn't know what cooties was, but Brodie had sounded very serious when he said it. It was never good when Brodie was being serious. Brodie said that there was a shot you could get, but when he asked, Brodie said only his best friend, Westley could perform it. So, it was best to wear a helmet. That Buffy girl could give him cooties.
Lydia felt her son grip her hand a little more tightly, and smiled. All night, "Girls are gross. Buffy is mean." But always, inevitably, came the question, "We ARE going to the park again, right?"
His mother deposited him near the slides, and saw Joyce hailing her over. Walking over to her new-found friend, she said with a smile, "William couldn't wait to come back."
Joyce laughed. "Neither could Buffy. And she refused to leave the house this morning in anything but her princess outfit."
"William wouldn't leave without his helmet. The boy doesn't even play football. He kept mumbling about shots all day, though."
The ladies looked confusedly at eachother, then carried on.
William scouted the area carefully. There was Buffy. He looked at his shins, scowling at the bruises she had left. He could at least go tease her.
Buffy saw Will'um coming from the corner of her eye. She straightened, and clutched her wand in one hand, kept playing with the sand with the other. When his shadow fell over her, she looked up.
"Hello, Will'um." She grinned. "I know why you talk funny. Mommy say's 'cuz you're from Brittney. And you're... Proper, an'... talk funny. And Mommy says your Mommy is a nice lady."
"Our Mum's are friends?"
"And that's why I'm not hitting you today. Your mommy won't be friends with my mommy if I hit you and make you cry again."
"I dinna cry!" He yelped indignantly from beneath his helmet.
Buffy shrugged. "Yes you did. Wanna play in the sand with me?"
"Why are you dressed like that?"
She lifted her chin proudly. "I'm a princess, that's why."
He snorted. "You are not. You're not a princess. You're a faker. And you have cooties."
Looking completely horrified, not even knowing what cooties were, she managed to choke out, "I DO NOT! Take it BACK!"
"No! Brody said girls have cooties. And you're a girl." Will'um sneered at her, sitting to play with his trucks in the sand.
Buffy walloped him upside the head with her scepter, standing as he bellowed and rubbed his head.
Towering over him, she poked him with the star on the top of her scepter. "I'm the princess. Say it."
"No!"
She poked him again, and snatched a truck. "Say it, or... Or..."
"Or *what*?" He looked at her from the ground resentfully. "I'll kiss you."
He scrambled back until the corner of the sandbox was poking him in the back. "No! You can't make me! You're not a princess. You're nuthin' but a *girl*. With a silly name."
With a muttered oath, "Poophead," Buffy launched herself at Will'um, pink tulle and tiara flying.
They rolled around the box, until Buffy finally pinned him, tearing off his helmet none too gently.
"Say it."
He glared mutinously. "Nothing but a girl in a silly dress."
With an indignant huff, Buffy planted one on him, right on the cheek. "I hope you get cooties. I hope they're icky, too." Hopping off him she grabbed her tiara and placed it with much ceremony in it's proper place. "I didn't want you to be my prince anyway. So there."
Will'um looked down, feeling a bit forlorn, holding his helmet and clutching his trucks protectively, and wondered if that might be a symptom of cooties.
Their mother's missed the entire episode, only noticing when it was time to go home to lunch that Will'um sat, looking at his trucks, and Buffy sat on the swings, pouting.
By the time anyone noticed that Buffy didn't have her wand, she and Joyce were home, and Will'um was yanking on his mother's hand.
"What, William?"
He held up her scepter. "Buffy left her wand in the sandbox."
"Hmm.. Why did Buffy have a wand?"
"Cuz she's a princess or some such rot. I told her she was lying."
"William!" Lydia admonished her son gently. "I happen to remember someone demanding to be called Fireman Bill."
At his hung head, she smiled to herself and said, "Hm... Do you think we should give this back to Buffy tonight?"
William's head picked up, and he nodded seriously at his Mum. "She might need it."
"Yes, she might."
As they knocked on 1600 Revello Drive, Will'um shifted nervously from foot to foot.
When Joyce answered the door, the parents exchanged a few quick words, and shooed Will'um up to Buffy's room.
When he reached her room, he took a deep breath and stepped inside...
To find Buffy recounting the story tearfully to Mr. Gordo. "An'..*sniffle* we hadda leave! Without my princess wand!! *sniffle, snuvvle* It's gonna be *GONE* when we go back tomorrow! I just know it. *alligator tears* I miss it! I can't be a Fairy Ballerina Princess."
"Yes, you can, Buffy." Will'um spoke from the doorway, smiling tentatively at her.
She turned her head slowly to look at him.
"I brought... I found your wand." He extended it like a peace offering. "You're still a princess."
Buffy smiled and took it gently from his hands. The plastic and glass stick was now silver and diamonds. "Thank you, Will'um."
At his mother's call, they both looked to the stairs, and Will'um started towards them, stopped, and came back to look at Buffy.
"I'll be your prince, Buffy." And with a quick kiss on her cheek, he was gone, tripping down the steps, to meet his mother with a smile.
Buffy hugged Mr. Gordo, and started playing with her Barbie and Ken doll, only to stop, frown thoughtfully at him, and color his hair with her brown crayon.
end. For now. You know me. Review review review. Thanks and I own nothing. *blows kisses*
Tequila Sunrise
The next day at the park, little Buffy fluffed the pink dress she was wearing. It was her Halloween costume from last year. She was a princess. She twirled with her wand in her hands. She would be a Princess- Ballerina. Yeah... That sounded good.
Once again in her sandbox, she toed off her shoes and socks, burying her toes in the warm sand, loving the sensation. Princess Buffy. She really liked that. She turned away from the pile of sand she was playing with.
"Mommy!!" She waved her scepter at Joyce.
Her mom smiled at her from a nearby bench. "Yes, Buffy?"
"I'm gonna be a princess. You got'sta call me Princess Buffy from now on. Cuz I have the wand."
Joyce nodding, smiling, wishing she had brought her camera. Buffy's little tiara winked in the California sun, and her pink tulle dress poofed out in all directions as she flopped into the sand again. She figured where the costume had come from.
All last night, all either of her parents had heard was, "Will'um is a meany cuz this- Will'um is a meany cuz that..."
Will'um walked into the park, wearing a helmet. His cousin Brodie had said that girl's had cooties. And Brodie was ten. So he knew everything. And Will'um didn't know what cooties was, but Brodie had sounded very serious when he said it. It was never good when Brodie was being serious. Brodie said that there was a shot you could get, but when he asked, Brodie said only his best friend, Westley could perform it. So, it was best to wear a helmet. That Buffy girl could give him cooties.
Lydia felt her son grip her hand a little more tightly, and smiled. All night, "Girls are gross. Buffy is mean." But always, inevitably, came the question, "We ARE going to the park again, right?"
His mother deposited him near the slides, and saw Joyce hailing her over. Walking over to her new-found friend, she said with a smile, "William couldn't wait to come back."
Joyce laughed. "Neither could Buffy. And she refused to leave the house this morning in anything but her princess outfit."
"William wouldn't leave without his helmet. The boy doesn't even play football. He kept mumbling about shots all day, though."
The ladies looked confusedly at eachother, then carried on.
William scouted the area carefully. There was Buffy. He looked at his shins, scowling at the bruises she had left. He could at least go tease her.
Buffy saw Will'um coming from the corner of her eye. She straightened, and clutched her wand in one hand, kept playing with the sand with the other. When his shadow fell over her, she looked up.
"Hello, Will'um." She grinned. "I know why you talk funny. Mommy say's 'cuz you're from Brittney. And you're... Proper, an'... talk funny. And Mommy says your Mommy is a nice lady."
"Our Mum's are friends?"
"And that's why I'm not hitting you today. Your mommy won't be friends with my mommy if I hit you and make you cry again."
"I dinna cry!" He yelped indignantly from beneath his helmet.
Buffy shrugged. "Yes you did. Wanna play in the sand with me?"
"Why are you dressed like that?"
She lifted her chin proudly. "I'm a princess, that's why."
He snorted. "You are not. You're not a princess. You're a faker. And you have cooties."
Looking completely horrified, not even knowing what cooties were, she managed to choke out, "I DO NOT! Take it BACK!"
"No! Brody said girls have cooties. And you're a girl." Will'um sneered at her, sitting to play with his trucks in the sand.
Buffy walloped him upside the head with her scepter, standing as he bellowed and rubbed his head.
Towering over him, she poked him with the star on the top of her scepter. "I'm the princess. Say it."
"No!"
She poked him again, and snatched a truck. "Say it, or... Or..."
"Or *what*?" He looked at her from the ground resentfully. "I'll kiss you."
He scrambled back until the corner of the sandbox was poking him in the back. "No! You can't make me! You're not a princess. You're nuthin' but a *girl*. With a silly name."
With a muttered oath, "Poophead," Buffy launched herself at Will'um, pink tulle and tiara flying.
They rolled around the box, until Buffy finally pinned him, tearing off his helmet none too gently.
"Say it."
He glared mutinously. "Nothing but a girl in a silly dress."
With an indignant huff, Buffy planted one on him, right on the cheek. "I hope you get cooties. I hope they're icky, too." Hopping off him she grabbed her tiara and placed it with much ceremony in it's proper place. "I didn't want you to be my prince anyway. So there."
Will'um looked down, feeling a bit forlorn, holding his helmet and clutching his trucks protectively, and wondered if that might be a symptom of cooties.
Their mother's missed the entire episode, only noticing when it was time to go home to lunch that Will'um sat, looking at his trucks, and Buffy sat on the swings, pouting.
By the time anyone noticed that Buffy didn't have her wand, she and Joyce were home, and Will'um was yanking on his mother's hand.
"What, William?"
He held up her scepter. "Buffy left her wand in the sandbox."
"Hmm.. Why did Buffy have a wand?"
"Cuz she's a princess or some such rot. I told her she was lying."
"William!" Lydia admonished her son gently. "I happen to remember someone demanding to be called Fireman Bill."
At his hung head, she smiled to herself and said, "Hm... Do you think we should give this back to Buffy tonight?"
William's head picked up, and he nodded seriously at his Mum. "She might need it."
"Yes, she might."
As they knocked on 1600 Revello Drive, Will'um shifted nervously from foot to foot.
When Joyce answered the door, the parents exchanged a few quick words, and shooed Will'um up to Buffy's room.
When he reached her room, he took a deep breath and stepped inside...
To find Buffy recounting the story tearfully to Mr. Gordo. "An'..*sniffle* we hadda leave! Without my princess wand!! *sniffle, snuvvle* It's gonna be *GONE* when we go back tomorrow! I just know it. *alligator tears* I miss it! I can't be a Fairy Ballerina Princess."
"Yes, you can, Buffy." Will'um spoke from the doorway, smiling tentatively at her.
She turned her head slowly to look at him.
"I brought... I found your wand." He extended it like a peace offering. "You're still a princess."
Buffy smiled and took it gently from his hands. The plastic and glass stick was now silver and diamonds. "Thank you, Will'um."
At his mother's call, they both looked to the stairs, and Will'um started towards them, stopped, and came back to look at Buffy.
"I'll be your prince, Buffy." And with a quick kiss on her cheek, he was gone, tripping down the steps, to meet his mother with a smile.
Buffy hugged Mr. Gordo, and started playing with her Barbie and Ken doll, only to stop, frown thoughtfully at him, and color his hair with her brown crayon.
end. For now. You know me. Review review review. Thanks and I own nothing. *blows kisses*
Tequila Sunrise
