I woke up the next morning in Buffy's bed, disoriented. So much for
this being a
one-day thing. I tried to recall what day it was, and whether I had to get to school. A
knock sounded at the door.
"Buffy? Are you up yet? Remember, I won't be home until late tomorrow, okay? I have that conference in LA. I left some numbers on the fridge if you need anything," Joyce told me. I got up and opened the door.
"Okay, Mom. Love ya!" I replied. We hugged and she left a few minutes later while I was in the shower. I dried my hair and went into Buffy's closet to find an outfit. I decided on a short, tight tan-colored skirt and a low cut, wrap-around pink top. I pulled on some cute strappy sandals. I flipped my hair out, threaded gold hoops through my ears, and grabbed my stuff for school. I decided to give Willow a quick call and make sure I had my days straight.
"Hello?" a sleepy sounding Willow spoke into the phone.
"Hey, Will, this is Brooke, well, Buffy, um, yeah," I said.
"Oh, hey, what do you need?"
"Well do we have school today?" I asked sheepishly.
"School? Oh no! I forgot to set my alarm last night! Yeah, we do! I fell asleep doing homework, and, well, I'll see you at school, okay? It's Friday by the way! See ya!"
"See ya," I echoed, hanging up. I started walking towards the door. The phone rang.
"Hello?"
"Hey, Brooke, it's me, Xander."
"Oh, hey! I just got off the phone with Willow, trying to figure out if there was school today for me think I could call in and tell them I'm just not feeling myself today?" I giggled.
"Very funny. Actually, I thought you could use some company walking to school. I'm assuming you don't know where it is from your, Buffy's, house," Xander said. "Be at your house in ten minutes, okay?"
"Sounds good," I responded. I hung up and decided to make a bagel. Back in high school. Buffy's high school life was definitely light years away from mine as a high school band geek. We were a lot alike in some ways though. We fought for our beliefs, her way was just more physical. And we had our own little group of friends. Mine just didn't research demons for fun. But hell if I ever found a guy as hot as Xander or especially Angel. I finished eating and brushed the crumbs off my skirt absentmindedly.
I walked out to the front porch sitting down on the steps. Maybe she and I weren't too
different after all. We both had our demons. Just as long as I didn't have to face any of mine to get out of here.
"Hey, good morning! And how is the most beautiful girl in California today?" Xander's voice snapped me out of my reverie.
"Ha, thanks. Doing just fine. It is nice to have sunny weather, warm weather, instead of that Indiana junk," I replied. We started off toward the school. "Willow overslept, so I'm really glad you thought to come get me."
"Will? Overslept? Wow, that must be a first." Xander laughed. "So what are your plans for the evening?" he asked, kind of shy.
"As of now well, not watching 'Buffy' reruns, that's for sure. Um, I dunno. Want to go with me to the Bronze?" I asked, correctly guessing what he wanted. A 1000 watt smile lit up his face.
Xander led me to the fountain to wait for Willow. "Okay, I know you think I barely know you, and I know everyone else is going to think it's just Xander and Buffy but I know it's not. I
mean, you might look like Buffy, but you're different." I smiled nervously, not sure what to say. I fell back on my old standard. Laugh.
"Great, just what I need to hear when I'm trying to get into Buffy's psyche for school," I joked. Xander smiled back. He put his hand on mine.
"And well, I started saying this, and I want to finish."
"Look, Xan, I think I know what you're trying to say, okay? I've had enough guys back home try to get the same words out. You like me, right?" He grinned, nodding slowly, his eyes locked on mine. "And that's cool. I like you, too, just what would Buffy do? I normally hate relying on what others think or what they would do, I just I don't want anyone to know something's up until we can figure out how to get Buffy back and me home." His smile dimmed a little.
"Right, get Buffy back here."
"Hi, guys!" Willow called as she ran up to us. "You didn't have to wait for me, you could have gone ahead and talked to Giles without me."
"Giles," I repeated.
"We were just, uh, talking," Xander explained. We started to walk towards the library when Principal Snyder caught up with us.
"Miss Summers, good, you're here today. I'd like to see you in my office, now, if that wouldn't be too much trouble," he sneered.
"Um, well, I really need to stop by the library and grab a book for English, for a report," I groped for an excuse, but seeing his unmoving glare (not only from the top of his head), I conceded and followed him down the hallway leaving a helpless Willow and a speechless Xander.
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"Alright, young lady, you better have a very good excuse for not being in class yesterday afternoon," Snyder snapped. I began thinking of how much like a shiny golden egg his head looked, kind of like the big goose eggs in "Willy Wonka." I stifled a laugh.
"Um, well, I really wasn't feeling too well. Willow had to drag me out of the girls' restroom and take me home I was so bad," I accounted feebly. I prayed he would let me out of here soon. Then I remembered the Mayor. I wondered if it was too early to tick him off yet.
"Well, as you know, I'm looking for any reason, any reason- " I cut him off.
"Look, I'm really enjoying this little chat here, but I need to get to class. You wouldn't want me to miss more, would you? No? Then good. See you later," I said, flouncing out of his office, ignoring his orders. I could see why Snyder really annoyed Buffy. He was just so irritating. Oh well. The day wasn't going too badly, considering. Now where was Xander...
one-day thing. I tried to recall what day it was, and whether I had to get to school. A
knock sounded at the door.
"Buffy? Are you up yet? Remember, I won't be home until late tomorrow, okay? I have that conference in LA. I left some numbers on the fridge if you need anything," Joyce told me. I got up and opened the door.
"Okay, Mom. Love ya!" I replied. We hugged and she left a few minutes later while I was in the shower. I dried my hair and went into Buffy's closet to find an outfit. I decided on a short, tight tan-colored skirt and a low cut, wrap-around pink top. I pulled on some cute strappy sandals. I flipped my hair out, threaded gold hoops through my ears, and grabbed my stuff for school. I decided to give Willow a quick call and make sure I had my days straight.
"Hello?" a sleepy sounding Willow spoke into the phone.
"Hey, Will, this is Brooke, well, Buffy, um, yeah," I said.
"Oh, hey, what do you need?"
"Well do we have school today?" I asked sheepishly.
"School? Oh no! I forgot to set my alarm last night! Yeah, we do! I fell asleep doing homework, and, well, I'll see you at school, okay? It's Friday by the way! See ya!"
"See ya," I echoed, hanging up. I started walking towards the door. The phone rang.
"Hello?"
"Hey, Brooke, it's me, Xander."
"Oh, hey! I just got off the phone with Willow, trying to figure out if there was school today for me think I could call in and tell them I'm just not feeling myself today?" I giggled.
"Very funny. Actually, I thought you could use some company walking to school. I'm assuming you don't know where it is from your, Buffy's, house," Xander said. "Be at your house in ten minutes, okay?"
"Sounds good," I responded. I hung up and decided to make a bagel. Back in high school. Buffy's high school life was definitely light years away from mine as a high school band geek. We were a lot alike in some ways though. We fought for our beliefs, her way was just more physical. And we had our own little group of friends. Mine just didn't research demons for fun. But hell if I ever found a guy as hot as Xander or especially Angel. I finished eating and brushed the crumbs off my skirt absentmindedly.
I walked out to the front porch sitting down on the steps. Maybe she and I weren't too
different after all. We both had our demons. Just as long as I didn't have to face any of mine to get out of here.
"Hey, good morning! And how is the most beautiful girl in California today?" Xander's voice snapped me out of my reverie.
"Ha, thanks. Doing just fine. It is nice to have sunny weather, warm weather, instead of that Indiana junk," I replied. We started off toward the school. "Willow overslept, so I'm really glad you thought to come get me."
"Will? Overslept? Wow, that must be a first." Xander laughed. "So what are your plans for the evening?" he asked, kind of shy.
"As of now well, not watching 'Buffy' reruns, that's for sure. Um, I dunno. Want to go with me to the Bronze?" I asked, correctly guessing what he wanted. A 1000 watt smile lit up his face.
Xander led me to the fountain to wait for Willow. "Okay, I know you think I barely know you, and I know everyone else is going to think it's just Xander and Buffy but I know it's not. I
mean, you might look like Buffy, but you're different." I smiled nervously, not sure what to say. I fell back on my old standard. Laugh.
"Great, just what I need to hear when I'm trying to get into Buffy's psyche for school," I joked. Xander smiled back. He put his hand on mine.
"And well, I started saying this, and I want to finish."
"Look, Xan, I think I know what you're trying to say, okay? I've had enough guys back home try to get the same words out. You like me, right?" He grinned, nodding slowly, his eyes locked on mine. "And that's cool. I like you, too, just what would Buffy do? I normally hate relying on what others think or what they would do, I just I don't want anyone to know something's up until we can figure out how to get Buffy back and me home." His smile dimmed a little.
"Right, get Buffy back here."
"Hi, guys!" Willow called as she ran up to us. "You didn't have to wait for me, you could have gone ahead and talked to Giles without me."
"Giles," I repeated.
"We were just, uh, talking," Xander explained. We started to walk towards the library when Principal Snyder caught up with us.
"Miss Summers, good, you're here today. I'd like to see you in my office, now, if that wouldn't be too much trouble," he sneered.
"Um, well, I really need to stop by the library and grab a book for English, for a report," I groped for an excuse, but seeing his unmoving glare (not only from the top of his head), I conceded and followed him down the hallway leaving a helpless Willow and a speechless Xander.
* * * * * * * * * * *
"Alright, young lady, you better have a very good excuse for not being in class yesterday afternoon," Snyder snapped. I began thinking of how much like a shiny golden egg his head looked, kind of like the big goose eggs in "Willy Wonka." I stifled a laugh.
"Um, well, I really wasn't feeling too well. Willow had to drag me out of the girls' restroom and take me home I was so bad," I accounted feebly. I prayed he would let me out of here soon. Then I remembered the Mayor. I wondered if it was too early to tick him off yet.
"Well, as you know, I'm looking for any reason, any reason- " I cut him off.
"Look, I'm really enjoying this little chat here, but I need to get to class. You wouldn't want me to miss more, would you? No? Then good. See you later," I said, flouncing out of his office, ignoring his orders. I could see why Snyder really annoyed Buffy. He was just so irritating. Oh well. The day wasn't going too badly, considering. Now where was Xander...