Sorry I haven't updated for a while. Went on a trip! Anyway, you dont care so here's Skater Boy. Thanks for the writers block support. Too bad that doesn't make it go away. I hope this isn't slippin'! Leave reviews. I *need* them.
Skater Boy
Buffy and two of her friends were walking down the corridor looking lost. He was a little suprised to see her. When Spike said her name she turned around slowly and looked at him. She looked like she was about to puke.
"Sp-Sp- Hell-lo." Buffy finally managed to sputter out.
"What brings you to my concert? Are you a multi-millionaire president of some corporation, here to rub in that your *still* better then me?" Spike asked bitterly.
That remark got all of the nervousness out of Buffy's system and she replied darkly "No, I didn't come here to rub anything."
"Good, because my blondie bear already gets all the rubbing he wants." A voice said coming from inside his dressing room. The voice belonged to the Pop Princess who broke the record for most albums sold in the first week by a solo act (of course DAMB had the record for most albums sold in the first week ever). Then Harmony Kendall (the owner of that voice) came out in a pink silky robe. "Don't you baby."
"Yeah Harm." Spike said smugly taking Harmony into one of his arms.
"Good to know," Buffy said angrily and turned to go. She stormed down the corrider not wanting anyone to see how upset she was. "at least one of us is happy."
"Ha! And people say I don't have tact. Good one Spike," Anya said sarcastically "well, unless that was payback. Then that actually was a good job. But not very nice."
"But of course that doesn't mean she likes you any less your a celebrity so she would never think anything other then good thoughts about you and please don't give me bad press." Cordelia rushed out in one breath.
"Right I won't, but what does Anya mean?" Spike asked slowly pushing Harmony away from him.
"Well, when your not nice it-" Anya started but Spike inturrupted.
"Yeah, yeah. I get that. You know what, never mind." Spike said.
"Okay. But honestly-you won't tell the press I'm stuck up or snotty or whatever if I tell you this" Cordelia said interupted herself to protect her deriere and when Spike nodded she continued. " I do think you were being a little harsh. I mean with what happened with her mom and Angel and everything." Cordelia began to babble.
"Wait, what happened." Spike asked confused. Cordelia sighed and gave him a knowing look.
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The streets were wet from rescent shower. The streets smelt like rain. Buffy walked down the street towards her home thinking about her financial problems, her parenting problems, her lack-of-parenting problems, and her boy problems. She hoped it would rain, that way she'd be able to cry without anybody knowing. This life was getting to be too much for her, it was getting to be too hard.
Buffy went down and sat on her front porch steps. They were a little wet from the rain, but either she didn't notice or she didn't care. She put her head in her hands and tried to hold back the tears that threatened to spill over at any moment.
Buffy wiped her eyes and noticed a cigarette butt land by her foot which she stomped out. "Hello Spike" she said dully.
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He was a sk8er boi
she said see you later boi
he wasn't good enough for her
now he's a superstar slammin on his guitar
does you pretty face see what he's worth
Skater Boy
Buffy and two of her friends were walking down the corridor looking lost. He was a little suprised to see her. When Spike said her name she turned around slowly and looked at him. She looked like she was about to puke.
"Sp-Sp- Hell-lo." Buffy finally managed to sputter out.
"What brings you to my concert? Are you a multi-millionaire president of some corporation, here to rub in that your *still* better then me?" Spike asked bitterly.
That remark got all of the nervousness out of Buffy's system and she replied darkly "No, I didn't come here to rub anything."
"Good, because my blondie bear already gets all the rubbing he wants." A voice said coming from inside his dressing room. The voice belonged to the Pop Princess who broke the record for most albums sold in the first week by a solo act (of course DAMB had the record for most albums sold in the first week ever). Then Harmony Kendall (the owner of that voice) came out in a pink silky robe. "Don't you baby."
"Yeah Harm." Spike said smugly taking Harmony into one of his arms.
"Good to know," Buffy said angrily and turned to go. She stormed down the corrider not wanting anyone to see how upset she was. "at least one of us is happy."
"Ha! And people say I don't have tact. Good one Spike," Anya said sarcastically "well, unless that was payback. Then that actually was a good job. But not very nice."
"But of course that doesn't mean she likes you any less your a celebrity so she would never think anything other then good thoughts about you and please don't give me bad press." Cordelia rushed out in one breath.
"Right I won't, but what does Anya mean?" Spike asked slowly pushing Harmony away from him.
"Well, when your not nice it-" Anya started but Spike inturrupted.
"Yeah, yeah. I get that. You know what, never mind." Spike said.
"Okay. But honestly-you won't tell the press I'm stuck up or snotty or whatever if I tell you this" Cordelia said interupted herself to protect her deriere and when Spike nodded she continued. " I do think you were being a little harsh. I mean with what happened with her mom and Angel and everything." Cordelia began to babble.
"Wait, what happened." Spike asked confused. Cordelia sighed and gave him a knowing look.
?À?À?À?À?À?À?À?À?À?À?À?À?À?À?À?À?À?À?À?À
The streets were wet from rescent shower. The streets smelt like rain. Buffy walked down the street towards her home thinking about her financial problems, her parenting problems, her lack-of-parenting problems, and her boy problems. She hoped it would rain, that way she'd be able to cry without anybody knowing. This life was getting to be too much for her, it was getting to be too hard.
Buffy went down and sat on her front porch steps. They were a little wet from the rain, but either she didn't notice or she didn't care. She put her head in her hands and tried to hold back the tears that threatened to spill over at any moment.
Buffy wiped her eyes and noticed a cigarette butt land by her foot which she stomped out. "Hello Spike" she said dully.
?À?À?À?À?À?À?À?À?À?À?À?À?À?À?À?À?À?À?À?À
He was a sk8er boi
she said see you later boi
he wasn't good enough for her
now he's a superstar slammin on his guitar
does you pretty face see what he's worth