*Disclaimer* Don't own anything. So don't sue! BtVS belongs to Joss the Almighty and his pals. Matchbox Twenty belongs to Matchbox Twenty. Their song belongs to them. I'm just taking a stroll in their little world. No harm intended.
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LOST AND ALONE
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"So what do you think about the concert? It's really worth the trip, isn't it?"
"WHAT?" My ears were still buzzing after withstanding over a hundred decibels for almost three hours.
"COOL CONCERT RIGHT?" My friend shouted out her question once again.
"Yeah. It's worth the trip all the way from Toronto. So where exactly in California are we?" American geography had always been a mystery to me. I doubted if my friend's answer would have any significance at all. But just to create conversation, I asked it anyways.
"Not close to Disneyland, for all I know." I was shocked by my friend's respond. She was supposingly the map geek in the group.
"Hey, we might be close to Sunnydale. It IS in California." The Buffy-holic in our group suggested.
"How drunk are you? We all know Sunnydale doesn't exist. The closest thing it gets to is Sunnyvale!" Apparently, my map-geek best friend didn't quite like that idea.
"Not drunk enough! I'm thinking about crashing another pub, what do you say?"
"I'm up for it. Hey, what about you?" My friends directed the offer towards me.
"You know I don't drink, so what's the point? I'll go back to the hotel. You guys have fun." With that, me and my two friends parted ways.
I headed towards where I thought the hotel was for about 20 minutes, before I finally realized that I didn't know where I was any longer. I couldn't see anything I recall seeing on my way to the concert. For one thing, we never walked passed any cemeteries across the street. And like that wasn't freaky enough, there were three people, well more like the shadows of three people, in the cemetery, moving fast and looked like they were in a big fight.
"Oh no..." An alarm went off in my head when I remembered the news from this morning about some gang fighting their heads off for some ridiculous reasons only gangsters could come up with.
I was just about to start bolting away from the scene, when my spying little eyes caught the strangest thing happening. Two of the fighting shadows went suddenly to a sharp halt, then POOF! One of the shadow disappeared!
"HOLY SMOKES! WHAT THE HELL IS THIS???"
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LOST AND ALONE
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"So what do you think about the concert? It's really worth the trip, isn't it?"
"WHAT?" My ears were still buzzing after withstanding over a hundred decibels for almost three hours.
"COOL CONCERT RIGHT?" My friend shouted out her question once again.
"Yeah. It's worth the trip all the way from Toronto. So where exactly in California are we?" American geography had always been a mystery to me. I doubted if my friend's answer would have any significance at all. But just to create conversation, I asked it anyways.
"Not close to Disneyland, for all I know." I was shocked by my friend's respond. She was supposingly the map geek in the group.
"Hey, we might be close to Sunnydale. It IS in California." The Buffy-holic in our group suggested.
"How drunk are you? We all know Sunnydale doesn't exist. The closest thing it gets to is Sunnyvale!" Apparently, my map-geek best friend didn't quite like that idea.
"Not drunk enough! I'm thinking about crashing another pub, what do you say?"
"I'm up for it. Hey, what about you?" My friends directed the offer towards me.
"You know I don't drink, so what's the point? I'll go back to the hotel. You guys have fun." With that, me and my two friends parted ways.
I headed towards where I thought the hotel was for about 20 minutes, before I finally realized that I didn't know where I was any longer. I couldn't see anything I recall seeing on my way to the concert. For one thing, we never walked passed any cemeteries across the street. And like that wasn't freaky enough, there were three people, well more like the shadows of three people, in the cemetery, moving fast and looked like they were in a big fight.
"Oh no..." An alarm went off in my head when I remembered the news from this morning about some gang fighting their heads off for some ridiculous reasons only gangsters could come up with.
I was just about to start bolting away from the scene, when my spying little eyes caught the strangest thing happening. Two of the fighting shadows went suddenly to a sharp halt, then POOF! One of the shadow disappeared!
"HOLY SMOKES! WHAT THE HELL IS THIS???"