Author: Jennifer
Disclaimer: I own nothing
Spoilers: None
Summary: Series of vignettes, set sometime in the future. All dialogue
(heh. Kinda have a thing for it). You've been warned.
Feedback: Yes, please :P
Author's Notes: None, really.
LOVE IS…
***
"You really shouldn't say 'I love you' unless you mean it. But if you mean
it, you should say it a lot. People forget." – Jessica (age 8)
***
"Where are you going?!"
"Out."
"What?"
"I need to behead something."
"God, Spike! You can't just leave! We're in the middle of a
conversation!"
(crashing)
"What do you bloody well want from me, Buffy!? You want flowers? Candy? Teddy
bears that laugh when you squeeze 'em?! Sorry, that's not me, that's not you,
that's not us."
"I just want something NORMAL – "
"And again with the normal. Normal is overrated. You know what I think - ?"
"Yes, please, I'm just dying to hear - "
"You just want a stupid sodding excuse - "
"You think you know me so well - "
" – to get out of this - "
" – do you even know what my favorite food - "
" – relationship."
(silence)
"Where are you going now?"
"Still have that urge to kill something."
"You're wrong, by the way, but go ahead, leave."
"Listen - "
"And what gives you the right to tell me what I think? It's my mind, I'd
think I'd know pretty well of what I… think!"
"Look - "
"Shut up, Spike. You don't even know what my favorite movie is, what
about book? Or what my favorite color -
"
"Because you won't LET. ME. IN."