"Your hair is, everywhere. Screaming infidelities, and taking its wear."
(Dashboard Confessional) 'Screaming Infidelities
Disclaimer: I'd be lying if I told you I owned the things I didn't. Wouldn't want to lose your trust now would I? ^. ~
A/N: Okay! Thanks a great deal for the reviews! Very inspiring, I'm very happy you like it so far! I'm contemplating working a 'relationship' into the story. (But that wont be completely apparent until a bit later.) Onto the story!
Time: 3am Location: Basement in the Summer's residence Mission: Refinement
Andrew stood silently in the dimly lit basement. He suppressed a shiver; the dank moldy smell also started irritating his already twitching nose. Faith paced around, taking in all he had just said. Andrew rhythmically tapped the dry erase marker in his hand.
"Listen missy. I told you that if you wanted to become a proper lady you need to stand like this!" Andrew pointed to the diagram on the dry erase board hung haphazardly on the wall behind him.
"Shh! Keep it down already! The last thing I need is a bunch of slayerettes down here to catch a glimpse at my. Well whatever the hell you'd call what we're doing."
Andrew heavily sighed, rolling his eyes for what must have been the 78th time. Faith had kept a mental count on the habit.
"We call it finishing, Faith. F-I-N-I-S-H-I-N-G. Now I've come to realize you have quite a sailor's mouth on you. No proper lady would be so much as caught dead breathing words like that."
"Thank you Wonder Woman. I'll keep that in flucking mind you dan little mitch." "Now when you do that it sounds as if English was your second, if not third, language. How about you cut it down to one swear word per paragraph?"
Deciding it wasn't worth arguing over, she nodded her head in compliance. The next several hours passed similarly, each trying to get their digs in on each other. Andrew was appalled with how slowly it seemed to be moving. Faith showed little progress by the time they retired to bed at 5:30.
The kitchen was filled with pajama-clad girls, all talking feverishly. The topic fluttered from Lucky Charms, to the First, to who stole whose toothbrush. Andrew sat silently at the counter, eating what was left of the cereals mixed into one bowl of nearly expired whole milk. Scanning the room, he spotted no sign of Faith. To his left he noted Xander sitting in his boxers, chest and abs fully exposed for his viewing pleasure, reading the newspaper and sipping watered down coffee. His eyes wandered off of Xander, and onto the girls who were milling about. Everyone suddenly retired from their previous conversations, a hush fell over the room and all eyes were directed towards the entryway.
Ignoring the obvious stares, Faith casually walked towards the refrigerator. She daintily opened the door and pulled out a grape fruit. She gracefully strode over to the counter and placed her grapefruit beside Andrew's cereal dish. As if on cue, Faith glimpsed around and smiled warmly.
"Good morning everyone."
The girls turned to one another and began speaking in half whispers. Faith and Andrew beamed at each other, secretly knowing that the previous night's training had been a success. Faith was clad in an uncomplicated white A-line dress, her hair neatly curled, makeup clean and simple.
"Wow, Faith, you. You look very ladylike for once." Xander foolishly grinned at Faith, his paper now folded arbitrarily on the counter. Faith smiled, forcing back the retorts that were swimming around in her mind, begging to reach surface. Had she not been 'ladylike' before? She mentally kicked Xander in the face.
"Umm, well thank you I suppose." She turned to where the fruit had been laying in front of her only minutes ago, to find it nowhere in sight. Infuriated, she whipped around hands in tight fists by her side.
"Okay! Which little bitch took my grapefruit damnit!?!?!" there was a light tug on her dress, and she turned around to face Andrew. "What?"
He pointed to the floor where her grapefruit now rested. She hadn't even begun to think that it could have rolled off the counter on its own. She mumbled 'oh' and picked up the grapefruit, quickly brushing it off.
"That's my signal to leave then, Sorry." With that she turned on her heel and glided out the door.
A/N: Okay so there's chapter 2! Hope you all enjoyed it, please review to give me an indication on whether or not you did! Constructive criticism is more than welcome!
Disclaimer: I'd be lying if I told you I owned the things I didn't. Wouldn't want to lose your trust now would I? ^. ~
A/N: Okay! Thanks a great deal for the reviews! Very inspiring, I'm very happy you like it so far! I'm contemplating working a 'relationship' into the story. (But that wont be completely apparent until a bit later.) Onto the story!
Time: 3am Location: Basement in the Summer's residence Mission: Refinement
Andrew stood silently in the dimly lit basement. He suppressed a shiver; the dank moldy smell also started irritating his already twitching nose. Faith paced around, taking in all he had just said. Andrew rhythmically tapped the dry erase marker in his hand.
"Listen missy. I told you that if you wanted to become a proper lady you need to stand like this!" Andrew pointed to the diagram on the dry erase board hung haphazardly on the wall behind him.
"Shh! Keep it down already! The last thing I need is a bunch of slayerettes down here to catch a glimpse at my. Well whatever the hell you'd call what we're doing."
Andrew heavily sighed, rolling his eyes for what must have been the 78th time. Faith had kept a mental count on the habit.
"We call it finishing, Faith. F-I-N-I-S-H-I-N-G. Now I've come to realize you have quite a sailor's mouth on you. No proper lady would be so much as caught dead breathing words like that."
"Thank you Wonder Woman. I'll keep that in flucking mind you dan little mitch." "Now when you do that it sounds as if English was your second, if not third, language. How about you cut it down to one swear word per paragraph?"
Deciding it wasn't worth arguing over, she nodded her head in compliance. The next several hours passed similarly, each trying to get their digs in on each other. Andrew was appalled with how slowly it seemed to be moving. Faith showed little progress by the time they retired to bed at 5:30.
The kitchen was filled with pajama-clad girls, all talking feverishly. The topic fluttered from Lucky Charms, to the First, to who stole whose toothbrush. Andrew sat silently at the counter, eating what was left of the cereals mixed into one bowl of nearly expired whole milk. Scanning the room, he spotted no sign of Faith. To his left he noted Xander sitting in his boxers, chest and abs fully exposed for his viewing pleasure, reading the newspaper and sipping watered down coffee. His eyes wandered off of Xander, and onto the girls who were milling about. Everyone suddenly retired from their previous conversations, a hush fell over the room and all eyes were directed towards the entryway.
Ignoring the obvious stares, Faith casually walked towards the refrigerator. She daintily opened the door and pulled out a grape fruit. She gracefully strode over to the counter and placed her grapefruit beside Andrew's cereal dish. As if on cue, Faith glimpsed around and smiled warmly.
"Good morning everyone."
The girls turned to one another and began speaking in half whispers. Faith and Andrew beamed at each other, secretly knowing that the previous night's training had been a success. Faith was clad in an uncomplicated white A-line dress, her hair neatly curled, makeup clean and simple.
"Wow, Faith, you. You look very ladylike for once." Xander foolishly grinned at Faith, his paper now folded arbitrarily on the counter. Faith smiled, forcing back the retorts that were swimming around in her mind, begging to reach surface. Had she not been 'ladylike' before? She mentally kicked Xander in the face.
"Umm, well thank you I suppose." She turned to where the fruit had been laying in front of her only minutes ago, to find it nowhere in sight. Infuriated, she whipped around hands in tight fists by her side.
"Okay! Which little bitch took my grapefruit damnit!?!?!" there was a light tug on her dress, and she turned around to face Andrew. "What?"
He pointed to the floor where her grapefruit now rested. She hadn't even begun to think that it could have rolled off the counter on its own. She mumbled 'oh' and picked up the grapefruit, quickly brushing it off.
"That's my signal to leave then, Sorry." With that she turned on her heel and glided out the door.
A/N: Okay so there's chapter 2! Hope you all enjoyed it, please review to give me an indication on whether or not you did! Constructive criticism is more than welcome!