D/C: I'm not gonna bother writing this every time, so pay close attention.
Joss owns Buffy and the Scoobies and all I own is my plot, well, the stuff
that Joss didn't write, of course.
In the begining it was't anything out of the ordinary. Boyfriend and girlfriend sleep together, boyfriend sleeps with girlfriends friend, boyfriend skips town, major disasters for quite a few people.
PROLOGUE
Buffy's POV
"Dawn, are you ready for school?" I called upstairs to my little sister who stumbled down the stairs just after I called her for the fourth time.
"I'm right here, there's no need to yell, besides, it's Saturday. There isn't any school. Can I go back to bed?" she asked, combing her hair with her hand. Without an answer, she wrapped her blue bathrobe back around her and took the stairs back up to her room.
"Stupid me," I mumbled to myself, turning the flame off on the stove. The smell of the sizzling fat from the bacon I was making made me sick to my stomach, so I thrust the hot pan onto a cool burner and ran to the bathroom. A moment later I was kneeling at the toilet in the downstairs bathroom, throwing up last night's dinner.
Willow let herself in and stood in the doorway.
"What's wrong?" she asked.
"N... nothing. I'm just feeling a little sick is all. Go on back up to bed if you want to," I told her.
"Well I was going to, but I needed to go to the bathroom, and Dawn was using the upstairs one," she explained.
"I'm fine now, so go ahead," I told her, reaching up to flush the toilet. I stood up and stepped outside.
I called in to work and explained that I couldn't go that day.
***********
I know it's kinda short, but it just kind of summed everything up for everyone.
In the begining it was't anything out of the ordinary. Boyfriend and girlfriend sleep together, boyfriend sleeps with girlfriends friend, boyfriend skips town, major disasters for quite a few people.
PROLOGUE
Buffy's POV
"Dawn, are you ready for school?" I called upstairs to my little sister who stumbled down the stairs just after I called her for the fourth time.
"I'm right here, there's no need to yell, besides, it's Saturday. There isn't any school. Can I go back to bed?" she asked, combing her hair with her hand. Without an answer, she wrapped her blue bathrobe back around her and took the stairs back up to her room.
"Stupid me," I mumbled to myself, turning the flame off on the stove. The smell of the sizzling fat from the bacon I was making made me sick to my stomach, so I thrust the hot pan onto a cool burner and ran to the bathroom. A moment later I was kneeling at the toilet in the downstairs bathroom, throwing up last night's dinner.
Willow let herself in and stood in the doorway.
"What's wrong?" she asked.
"N... nothing. I'm just feeling a little sick is all. Go on back up to bed if you want to," I told her.
"Well I was going to, but I needed to go to the bathroom, and Dawn was using the upstairs one," she explained.
"I'm fine now, so go ahead," I told her, reaching up to flush the toilet. I stood up and stepped outside.
I called in to work and explained that I couldn't go that day.
***********
I know it's kinda short, but it just kind of summed everything up for everyone.
