Author: Squeaky
Title: Who's that guy?
Spoilers: None that I know of really.
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters from Buffy. They belong to Joss and Mutant Enemy. I own none of the characters or plots from Grease 2. They belong to whoever thought of them in the first place. Peace Love and Crabs.
Author's Note: Hey everyone. I know this is a short chapter compared to the others, but I haven't had any time to write this week, busy with the first week of school and all. But I should start writing some chapters tomorrow night, so the next chapter will either be up late Friday night, early Saturday morning, or Saturday night. Most likely it will be Saturday night, but hang in there, because the next chapter is gonna be when William shows up all leather-clad to the bowling alley and everyone sings "Who's that Guy?", Well that's pretty much it. Oh and thanks for the reviews. Peace Love and Crabs.
7. Cycles, Worsts, and Talkin'
An Old Junkyard where motorcycles are sold
William is walking around the junkyard with an old mechanic looking for a cycle to buy. They're all crappy and broken but it's all Will can afford right now.
"Quite a selection here. All very, very serviceable machines young man. One or two of these were my personal transportation a few spare parts ago. Any one of these little beauties is a fixer-upper. I think you got yourself a bike," the old mechanic says to William with a chuckle.
"Oh, great!"
"And your gonna need these," the mechanic says while handing William an old mechanic uniform. (A/N: forgot what those were called.)
"Oh, thanks!" William says with enthusiasm while the mechanic just raises his eyebrow at him.
"Good luck," the mechanic says walking away.
William takes off his sunglasses and begins to look around at the motorcycles. He finds one that he likes and takes it off to one side of the junkyard away from the others. He looks around and begins to gather different parts for it such as the tires. He has an instruction book laid out on the bike while he puts some of the parts together. He pauses for a moment to think why he's going through all this trouble just to fix a bike and then remembers Buffy singing to him about her "Cool Rider". He begins to hum the tune to the song while he continues fixing the bike.
He soon has the motorcycle fixed well enough to ride it around. He takes it to an open area in a park and begins to ride around on it slowly at first then picking up speed.
"I want a cooool rider, a cooool rider. If he's cool enough he can burn me through and through. Whooaa," he sings out loud while he's riding around. He tries to pop a wheely on the bike but just can't seem to do it. On the third try, however, he gets it up but soon the bike comes out from under him. He tries to get it under control but he just flips over the top of it.
He crawls back over to it and revs it up again. He gets on and begins to ride again, while Joycey walks over to a tree to watch him for a minute. She watches as he speeds up and gasps and thinks 'he's gonna fall any minute now'. He does pretty well till he pops a wheely again and the bike flies out from under him and he falls flat on his butt.
"Oh William, oh William!" Joycey says running over to help him.
"Good to see ya Joyce," he says taking off his helmet.
"What were you trying to do?"
"I'm trying to ride that motorcycle without bloody well killing myself."
"You need anything or any help William?"
"Could ya make me some hot chocolate with those lil' marshmallows?" he asks with a laugh.
"What?" Joycey asks very confused.
"Nothing," he says with a chuckle while he tries to start the motorcycle again. He tries about five or six times but it just won't start, so he jumps off grabs his helmet and begins to push it out of the park.
"Wait a sec, William. This isn't for..." she says while William smirks at her, "Buffy?"
Talent Show Tryouts (again)
Buffy and two other girls are up singing about winter in the calendar girls' song.
Buffy: I'll be yours in winter when the snow is on the ground. I'll warm you through December, and I'll always be around.
All: Ahh Ahh Ahh
"That will be all for today," Blanche says.
"Blanche!" Ms. McGhee says angry that Blanche cut the girls off.
"No wait a minute. We still have two more seasons we haven't done for you yet. We always have to start with winter and fall, because Cordelia's late. And well, she was late again today. But she's here now and we'd like to do summer and spring for you," Anya goes on complaining.
"Anya, will you stop yelling? You're in the show," Ms. McGhee says.
"OH!" Anya yells.
"Next," Ms. McGhee says.
"The Preptones," Ms. Calendar says. The Preptones were your average all-America boys who are just too squeaky clean. (A/N: I couldn't stand them so I won't say much.)
"These are my boys. Look. Good, clean cut American boys," Ms. Calendar says.
"I know," Ms. McGhee says with disgust as she shakes her head. (A/N: See she agrees with me.)
"That was wonderful," Blanche says after the Preptones are through.
"The T-Bones," Ms. McGhee says announcing the next act.
"Birds. T-Birds," Angel yells as the guys walk on stage and do a little "hum" thing like the Preptones.
Angel: We're goin' prowlin'
T-Birds: Walk talk like a T-Bird.
"These are my boys," Ms. McGhee says with a smile as the guys continue to sing the same thing over and over.
"Thank You," Ms. Calendar says cutting them off.
"That was just wonderful," Blanche says totally clueless like always.
"That was very nice. We, we, we can work a lil' bit on the harmonies. Uh, we'll catch ya later," Angel says pushing the guys off stage.
"We gotta practice over midterm break and hey maybe I can add a lil' guitar part into it?" Oz says while the others groan.
In the junkyard again
William is fixing some of the parts on his motorcycle again. He begins to hammer some of the dents out of the body of the bike. He goes out again to the park and begins to ride around. He weaves in and out of trees and pops a wheely, which he holds for a long time without falling. He goes back to the junkyard and puts tape and paper around certain parts of the motorcycle. He then begins to paint red flames on the bike.
Back at tryouts
William's playing the piano again while the Pink Ladies are practicing their singing. They do their ahh ahh ahh's, which awakens Buffy, who fell asleep on the stage, for a minute, but then she goes right back to sleep. William watches her as she wakes up, completely in love with the face she made. He watches her go back to sleep and continues to play the piano.
Across campus the T-Birds walk up to the bulletin board where the flyers are posted. Conner runs up to it and grabs on of the flyers.
"Oh disaster," he says staring at the paper.
"What we blew it?" asks Oz grabbing the paper from him.
"No we made it. But we can't sing in public we're the worst," he says grabbing the paper back from Oz.
"Well, we'll get un-worst," Angel says grabbing the paper.
"Yeah we'll get liver-worst," Oz says grabbing the paper from Angel.
"You not-worst," Angel says hitting Oz in the head.
"Oh how did we get in?" Conner asks again grabbing the paper from Oz.
"Well obviously they recognized natural talent," Xander says grabbing the paper from Conner. (A/N: They like to grab the paper a lot)
"Everybody made. They didn't have enough acts," Jonathan says running up to the guys, grabbing the paper, (A/N: What'd I tell ya) and running off again with the guys chasing him.
The Guys' Locker Room
The T-Birds are standing behind some of the lockers smoking cigarettes, as they peer above the lockers, watching the Preptones practice their song, "Mr. Sandman.
"If we are gonna win that grand prize, we have got to get it together like that, but with class," Angel says.
"Remember, I want the Roy Orbison's," Oz says.
"You'll get 'em," Angel says.
"I'm talkin' a matter of only weeks before that talent show," Angel says as the guys duck down and walk out of the locker room.
"I'm talkin' 'bout winnin' albumins," Oz says.
"I'm talkin' 'bout makin' progress," Xander says.
"I'm not talkin'," Conner says with a slight chuckle.