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"In life, one has to face a huge assortment, of nauseating fads, and good advice." ~ Amneris 'My Strongest Suit' (Aida)
A/N: Okay I've decided that chapter 3 was too short to actually be considered a chapter. I've added to it and here's the final product. Enjoy!
Xander stood in the bathroom, looking intently at his reflection. A small trickle of blood made a weaving path down his left cheek. Clumsily he let the razor fall to the floor, completely unaware. His face ashen and stone cold. The days had become longer since the new arrival of girls, the house was now busting at its seams. It was quite fortunate that the bathroom was unoccupied this early in the morning. "Oh my! I'm so sorry!" Xander was violently jolted from his escape from reality by a furiously blushing Andrew. Andrew obviously trying to be polite and cover his eyes, couldn't help but take in the nearly nude body in front of him.
"GET OUT!!!" Xander clutched the towel that hung around his waist. Andrew hurriedly bustled from the room, the door slamming behind him.
Slumping down against the wall, Andrew let thoughts of the encounter food his mind. He couldn't help suppress the devilish grin that crept upon his face as it dawned on him that the only thing between Xander and him was a thin bath towel.
"Andrew!" he looked up to see Faith standing impatiently above him. "Finally. So can we um, you know? Get in some practice?"
He rose to his feet, straightening his posture and trying to rise to her height. "Sure okay. Do you mind if we wait until Xander is done? I really have to pee."
Faith nodded and made her way downstairs leaving Andrew by his lonesome. She slowed her pace and focused solely on walking down the stairs with as much poise as she could muster. The living room was full of weary girls whose faces were streaked with a mixture of grass and dirt. Faith stood in the doorway surveying the soon to be army with a skeptical eye. "We had an early morning sparring match in the back yard. It didn't go well." Buffy's attention had fallen upon Faith, her expression a combination of disappointment and grim reality. "I was hoping maybe you could take a swing at it and get them into condition." "Without question B! It's about time we put a fire under their asses anyway!" Andrew noisily cleared his throat from behind Faith, his eyes boring into hers. Faith scoffed and walked farther into the living room. She then turned to him with a sly grin playing about her lips.
"Listen Andrew, I appreciate all you've done. Really, I do. Now is the time for us all to get serious though. So the hell with me becoming refined, this is war and I shouldn't be playing this whole cleansing of the old me game."
Andrew looked both stunned and thoroughly offended. It wasn't supposed to happen this way. She had gone and ruined it all. Why couldn't it have been Dawn or even Willow who had walked into the room that day?
"Oh, and Andrew. Be brave. Be brave like George Michaels!" Faith winked at him before taking a seat on the floor next to several confused potentials. Buffy looked at the grinning Faith, then back to Andrew who looked like he was on the brink of tears. There was a silent confusion hanging above the room like an impending rain shower, just ready to let loose on a perfectly planned picnic.
"Uh, not to be the guy who ruins the awkward silence or anything but. We do have some important-"
Andrew who had plowed his way to the center of the living room cut Willow short. Resting on his hips were his now trembling hands.
"Listen okay, I don't want you guys to get the wrong impression from this-this. Shannon Doherty if you will!" he threw his nose in the air and made several irrelevant hand motions to boot. Now bringing his hand to his heart, his face sobered and his voice took on a more solemn quality.
"I am coming to terms with my sexuality. I, Andrew, am homosexual."
There was an instant shuffling around in seats after Andrew made his confession. The silence was unanimous, a wicked smile still spread across Faith's face.
"O-oookay. Thank you for the touchy feeling moment." Buffy obviously displeased at the interruption. "Now, we'll go about"
"But, aren't we going to talk about this? I mean. Hell-o. I just came out of the proverbial closet. If this was Star Trek..."
Buffy groaned, smacking her forehead with the palm of her hand. "ANDREW! This is not Star Trek! I'm sick of your singsong, whiney, ego trips!!! Enough already!"
Andrew thoroughly disgusted, strode out of the room feverently. This was the worst place to be!
A/N: Hmm. Sorry that it took so long to update. Reviews would be great thanks! There will be one more installment to this story. (I think)
"In life, one has to face a huge assortment, of nauseating fads, and good advice." ~ Amneris 'My Strongest Suit' (Aida)
A/N: Okay I've decided that chapter 3 was too short to actually be considered a chapter. I've added to it and here's the final product. Enjoy!
Xander stood in the bathroom, looking intently at his reflection. A small trickle of blood made a weaving path down his left cheek. Clumsily he let the razor fall to the floor, completely unaware. His face ashen and stone cold. The days had become longer since the new arrival of girls, the house was now busting at its seams. It was quite fortunate that the bathroom was unoccupied this early in the morning. "Oh my! I'm so sorry!" Xander was violently jolted from his escape from reality by a furiously blushing Andrew. Andrew obviously trying to be polite and cover his eyes, couldn't help but take in the nearly nude body in front of him.
"GET OUT!!!" Xander clutched the towel that hung around his waist. Andrew hurriedly bustled from the room, the door slamming behind him.
Slumping down against the wall, Andrew let thoughts of the encounter food his mind. He couldn't help suppress the devilish grin that crept upon his face as it dawned on him that the only thing between Xander and him was a thin bath towel.
"Andrew!" he looked up to see Faith standing impatiently above him. "Finally. So can we um, you know? Get in some practice?"
He rose to his feet, straightening his posture and trying to rise to her height. "Sure okay. Do you mind if we wait until Xander is done? I really have to pee."
Faith nodded and made her way downstairs leaving Andrew by his lonesome. She slowed her pace and focused solely on walking down the stairs with as much poise as she could muster. The living room was full of weary girls whose faces were streaked with a mixture of grass and dirt. Faith stood in the doorway surveying the soon to be army with a skeptical eye. "We had an early morning sparring match in the back yard. It didn't go well." Buffy's attention had fallen upon Faith, her expression a combination of disappointment and grim reality. "I was hoping maybe you could take a swing at it and get them into condition." "Without question B! It's about time we put a fire under their asses anyway!" Andrew noisily cleared his throat from behind Faith, his eyes boring into hers. Faith scoffed and walked farther into the living room. She then turned to him with a sly grin playing about her lips.
"Listen Andrew, I appreciate all you've done. Really, I do. Now is the time for us all to get serious though. So the hell with me becoming refined, this is war and I shouldn't be playing this whole cleansing of the old me game."
Andrew looked both stunned and thoroughly offended. It wasn't supposed to happen this way. She had gone and ruined it all. Why couldn't it have been Dawn or even Willow who had walked into the room that day?
"Oh, and Andrew. Be brave. Be brave like George Michaels!" Faith winked at him before taking a seat on the floor next to several confused potentials. Buffy looked at the grinning Faith, then back to Andrew who looked like he was on the brink of tears. There was a silent confusion hanging above the room like an impending rain shower, just ready to let loose on a perfectly planned picnic.
"Uh, not to be the guy who ruins the awkward silence or anything but. We do have some important-"
Andrew who had plowed his way to the center of the living room cut Willow short. Resting on his hips were his now trembling hands.
"Listen okay, I don't want you guys to get the wrong impression from this-this. Shannon Doherty if you will!" he threw his nose in the air and made several irrelevant hand motions to boot. Now bringing his hand to his heart, his face sobered and his voice took on a more solemn quality.
"I am coming to terms with my sexuality. I, Andrew, am homosexual."
There was an instant shuffling around in seats after Andrew made his confession. The silence was unanimous, a wicked smile still spread across Faith's face.
"O-oookay. Thank you for the touchy feeling moment." Buffy obviously displeased at the interruption. "Now, we'll go about"
"But, aren't we going to talk about this? I mean. Hell-o. I just came out of the proverbial closet. If this was Star Trek..."
Buffy groaned, smacking her forehead with the palm of her hand. "ANDREW! This is not Star Trek! I'm sick of your singsong, whiney, ego trips!!! Enough already!"
Andrew thoroughly disgusted, strode out of the room feverently. This was the worst place to be!
A/N: Hmm. Sorry that it took so long to update. Reviews would be great thanks! There will be one more installment to this story. (I think)