Author's Notes: This is part two of A/S/L. The story is called A/S/L
because when I first started to get into chat rooms on the Internet the
first thing anyone would ask me is A/S/L, which of course stands for
age/sex/location. This part is rated G.
See part one for other Author's Notes.
*~*~*
WW: Have a nice day today?
BB: Slept for a lot of it.
WW: Wow, do you not have a life?
BB: grrr. I have a life. It's a night life.
WW: Ah, fancy yourself a creature of the night?
Spike smiled.
BB: More than you know, baby.
Willow rolled her eyes. It always amused her when people //tried// to be dark and mysterious.
WW: Which probably means you were a writer or something and got teased a lot, so now you act big and bad to hide from who you are. Right?
Spike started at the screen for nearly three minutes before responding. In Internet time, that was an eternity.
WW: I'm sorry. That was probably harsh or bad or just plain not nice and I didn't mean to be that way.
BB: No. You're right.
He took a deep breath. What did he have to lose?
BB: I'm a poet. WAS a poet.
Willow smiled. A poet. A tortured poet who hides from his love of poetry because of the cruelty of men. It fit him. It made the image of him in her head shift a little. Made him more real, and made her want to meet him more.
WW: I'd love to read something of yours.
Spike smiled. It warmed him that anyone would care. He shook his head.
BB: I don't do that anymore, baby.
WW: Please?
BB: I don't have any of it anymore. I destroyed it.
WW: Oh.
Then there was silence. Each were waiting for the other to write, but both were unsure what to say.
BB: So what's your boyfriend think of you spending every night with me?
WW: Don't have one.
BB: Why not?
WW: Haven't met the right guy.
Spike rolled his eyes.
BB: What you mean is you haven't met the guy who gets the job done.
WW: Job? What job?
BB: Oh come now, that innocent routine doesn't work with me.
WW: I don't know what you mean.
BB: Sure you do.
WW: I really don't.
Spike frowned and wondered if she really didn't.
BB: How old are you?
WW: Tsk tsk tsk. I thought we weren't going there.
BB: Well, Miss Innocence. I just want to know if I'm corrupting a minor, could change a few things.
Willow chuckled.
WW: I thought you were big and bad and a rebel.
Spike narrowed his eyes and waited.
WW: 20
Spike smiled.
BB: Well now.that's a different story all together.
WW: How about you?
BB: ::eg:: you wouldn't believe me.
WW: Why, you been lying to me?
BB: No.
WW: Come, on!
BB: So do you want one?
Willow blinked.
WW: One what?
BB: A boyfriend.
Willow's eyes widened.
WW: Why? You offering?
BB: Good God, no!
Spike hit enter before he realized how bad that looked.
WW: ::pout:: Was that a hint?
Spike chuckled.
BB: No. I didn't mean it to look like that. I was just curious if you wanted a boyfriend. Lots of girls on the Internet to get one. Wondered if you were one of them.
WW: Oh. No.
There was a silence. He was afraid he had hurt her feelings, and he didn't really know why he cared. But somehow he did. They had been chatting for a while now and she seemed to be the only person who cared about him at all.
BB: Light on light, dark on dark. These are not shades but one devoid of one they do not delineate. Left unaccompanied they are naught. Only together can they ever mean something. Only when the sinister compliments the radiance Can ones profundity be mysterious and the others luminosity be brilliant.
I am but vulnerable to these follies as well. If black is in me light must also be else wise my dark would be translucent. As I fall prey to one the other lurks to show me the divergence. Showing the world against my wishes. But I will show you. Share with you. Because it is for you that conceivably I would venture into the illumination. Why? Because you care.
Spike didn't know what made him spout this off. But it poured out of him and he hit enter again before he could think about the wisdom of doing so. Spike cursed his quickness.
He waited. He had no idea if the delay in her response was because she was still writing it, staring at the computer in shock, or about to flee. He didn't know how to follow up his own poem, so he waited longer.
WW: That was just.amazing. Did you just write that?
Spike smiled in relief. Amazing.
BB: Yes.
WW: Why did you ever stop writing? That was wonderful!
BB: Pfft. I have better things to do with my time.
WW: Like what?
BB: Like this. What I'm doing now.
WW: Talking to me?
BB: Yeah.
Willow smiled.
WW: Do you want to meet?
She stared at the words. She inwardly cursed her impetuous nature.
Spike let out an unneeded breath. Here goes nothing.
BB: When?
WW: Saturday, three days from now. Maybe coffee and more chat, of the non- computer kind.
BB: Where?
WW: You know the Diner on the corner of Main?
BB: Yeah.
WW: There.
BB: When?
WW: 9 o clock?
BB: 9:30 and I'm there.
Willow smiled. She was starting to wonder if he really wasn't interested.
WW: Deal.
BB: So I guess I'll see you tomorrow online, right?.
WW: Yeah. See you tomorrow.
See part one for other Author's Notes.
*~*~*
WW: Have a nice day today?
BB: Slept for a lot of it.
WW: Wow, do you not have a life?
BB: grrr. I have a life. It's a night life.
WW: Ah, fancy yourself a creature of the night?
Spike smiled.
BB: More than you know, baby.
Willow rolled her eyes. It always amused her when people //tried// to be dark and mysterious.
WW: Which probably means you were a writer or something and got teased a lot, so now you act big and bad to hide from who you are. Right?
Spike started at the screen for nearly three minutes before responding. In Internet time, that was an eternity.
WW: I'm sorry. That was probably harsh or bad or just plain not nice and I didn't mean to be that way.
BB: No. You're right.
He took a deep breath. What did he have to lose?
BB: I'm a poet. WAS a poet.
Willow smiled. A poet. A tortured poet who hides from his love of poetry because of the cruelty of men. It fit him. It made the image of him in her head shift a little. Made him more real, and made her want to meet him more.
WW: I'd love to read something of yours.
Spike smiled. It warmed him that anyone would care. He shook his head.
BB: I don't do that anymore, baby.
WW: Please?
BB: I don't have any of it anymore. I destroyed it.
WW: Oh.
Then there was silence. Each were waiting for the other to write, but both were unsure what to say.
BB: So what's your boyfriend think of you spending every night with me?
WW: Don't have one.
BB: Why not?
WW: Haven't met the right guy.
Spike rolled his eyes.
BB: What you mean is you haven't met the guy who gets the job done.
WW: Job? What job?
BB: Oh come now, that innocent routine doesn't work with me.
WW: I don't know what you mean.
BB: Sure you do.
WW: I really don't.
Spike frowned and wondered if she really didn't.
BB: How old are you?
WW: Tsk tsk tsk. I thought we weren't going there.
BB: Well, Miss Innocence. I just want to know if I'm corrupting a minor, could change a few things.
Willow chuckled.
WW: I thought you were big and bad and a rebel.
Spike narrowed his eyes and waited.
WW: 20
Spike smiled.
BB: Well now.that's a different story all together.
WW: How about you?
BB: ::eg:: you wouldn't believe me.
WW: Why, you been lying to me?
BB: No.
WW: Come, on!
BB: So do you want one?
Willow blinked.
WW: One what?
BB: A boyfriend.
Willow's eyes widened.
WW: Why? You offering?
BB: Good God, no!
Spike hit enter before he realized how bad that looked.
WW: ::pout:: Was that a hint?
Spike chuckled.
BB: No. I didn't mean it to look like that. I was just curious if you wanted a boyfriend. Lots of girls on the Internet to get one. Wondered if you were one of them.
WW: Oh. No.
There was a silence. He was afraid he had hurt her feelings, and he didn't really know why he cared. But somehow he did. They had been chatting for a while now and she seemed to be the only person who cared about him at all.
BB: Light on light, dark on dark. These are not shades but one devoid of one they do not delineate. Left unaccompanied they are naught. Only together can they ever mean something. Only when the sinister compliments the radiance Can ones profundity be mysterious and the others luminosity be brilliant.
I am but vulnerable to these follies as well. If black is in me light must also be else wise my dark would be translucent. As I fall prey to one the other lurks to show me the divergence. Showing the world against my wishes. But I will show you. Share with you. Because it is for you that conceivably I would venture into the illumination. Why? Because you care.
Spike didn't know what made him spout this off. But it poured out of him and he hit enter again before he could think about the wisdom of doing so. Spike cursed his quickness.
He waited. He had no idea if the delay in her response was because she was still writing it, staring at the computer in shock, or about to flee. He didn't know how to follow up his own poem, so he waited longer.
WW: That was just.amazing. Did you just write that?
Spike smiled in relief. Amazing.
BB: Yes.
WW: Why did you ever stop writing? That was wonderful!
BB: Pfft. I have better things to do with my time.
WW: Like what?
BB: Like this. What I'm doing now.
WW: Talking to me?
BB: Yeah.
Willow smiled.
WW: Do you want to meet?
She stared at the words. She inwardly cursed her impetuous nature.
Spike let out an unneeded breath. Here goes nothing.
BB: When?
WW: Saturday, three days from now. Maybe coffee and more chat, of the non- computer kind.
BB: Where?
WW: You know the Diner on the corner of Main?
BB: Yeah.
WW: There.
BB: When?
WW: 9 o clock?
BB: 9:30 and I'm there.
Willow smiled. She was starting to wonder if he really wasn't interested.
WW: Deal.
BB: So I guess I'll see you tomorrow online, right?.
WW: Yeah. See you tomorrow.