Title: I Will Survive
Author: NightsDream
Rating: PG-13 may go up to R because of depression and sexual implication.
Summary: Buffy Summers has big dreams and just when everything in her life is perfect, it all turns horribly wrong.
Distribution: If you want it (why? I don't know) then e-mail @ webmistress@nightsdream.com
Disclaimer: I own no characters and not the story. It belongs to the person it happened to. I love what you experience made you what you are today: a wonderful woman.
Warning: This fic contains implied pre-martial sex. If this offends you, I apologize and encourage you to please stop reading.
A/N: This story is a true story, not of me, but of someone very close to me. I will not give out her name for security purposes, but keep Buffy in your prayers. Christian, Jewish, Islamic, Wiccan, Pagan, it doesn't matter. We are all watched over, even if it's not by a God.
**This chapter has B/R fluffy moments. Sorry. It will all work out the right way.**
BASED ON A TRUE STORY
Chapter 3: Dating a Jock
*Saturday morning, 10:00 A.M.*
"So how was your date?" Willow has been ecstatic ever since I told her that Riley asked me out.
He had picked me up at exactly 5:00 yesterday and we went to a dinner and had a burger and malt; just like the old days. It was great. We talked about school, life, and ourselves. It was a great night. After we finished eating, we went to his football game. He's the quarterback and the captain so I got to sit right behind him when he sat on the bench.
"It was great. Riley is not like I imagined. I thought that he'd be I don't know. different. I guess I stereotyped him," I admit, but I'm glad I got to know him.
"Is he going to ask you out again?" she asks.
Before I have the time to answer, my phone rings.
"Hello?" I ask to the receiver. "Yes, this is Buffy. Oh, hi! Yeah. Me too. Really? I'd love to. That sounds great. Okay. Bye. See you later. All right. Bye."
"Who was that?" she asks, knowing fully just who called my house and asked me out again.
"That was Riley. He said that he a great time talking to me yesterday and wants to know it I'd go out with him tonight," I say, keeping my cool.
Willow starts, well, I can't really describe it, but it's a lot like a group screaming banshees took a field trip into her body. "You have a boyfriend!"
"Yeah, so? It's not like I've had a boyfriend before."
"I know, but it's Riley! He's the most popular and hottest guy in school and *you're* dating him!"
"Yeah, I guess that would make me special. All the girls are jealous of me because I have the hottest guy, not because I get A+s on everything." *this is better than I thought, * I think as a smile emerges on my face.
***
"Buffy! The phone is for you," Mom calls from the bottom of the stairs.
"Okay!" I call as I pick up the upstairs phone. If I didn't hurry, I'd miss Riley knocking at my door. "Hello?"
"Buffy?" I hear Cordelia's voice.
"Yes?"
"This is Cordelia. I just wanted to let you know that Riley is only going out with you so that he can sleep with you. He and his friends had a bet that he could do you by the second date. I just thought that I should warn you in advance."
"Nice try, Cordy, but I know for a fact that if that were really true, you wouldn't tell me, but you would know and the next day you would make fun of me to the end of the school year, but I got to go. *I've* got a date with Riley. Bye," I hang up. I feel an odd sensation. Triumph. I had something that Cordelia wanted. Not that he is a possession, but I've always been 'just Buffy' but now I'm 'Buffy.'
I pull out the outfit I'm going to wear on the date. It's a black mini- leather shirt with a white, low-cut-in-the-front t-shirt. It's a perfect outfit for night at the Bronze. I quickly apply my make-up. I pack my lip- gloss in my purse and check how I look in my full-length mirror. Perfect.
The doorbell rings. I know mom will get it. I have to make a grand entrance.
"Buffy! Your date has arrived." Mom calls.
I take one last look and gracefully walk out of my room and to the stairs. I look down at Riley and our eyes meet. He smiles and I do, too. He looks fabulous with his body shirt that extenuates his abs and his crème slacks that hug in all the right places.
"Wow, Buffy. You look-" he sputters as I walk up to him.
"Thank you. You don't look too bad yourself," I flirt.
"You two have fun," that's my mother's cue to exit and let us leave.
"Bye, Mom."
"Goodbye, Mrs. Summers."
"Goodbye, Riley."
"Bye, Dad," I yell to my father who is in the kitchen and probably doesn't hear me.
I pull Riley out the door. "Sorry about my mom she can get-"
"It's fine. I liked her. She seemed nice."
"Suck up," I say, playfully.
"You know it," he says, suggestively.
***
As we walk into the Bronze, I suddenly feel sort of weird. I'm out at the Bronze with Riley Finn, the captain of the football team. What is with me? I should be studying. I still can't stop thinking about what Cordelia said. What if she told the truth for once?
"Is something wrong, Buffy? Do you want to go somewhere else?"
"No, it's just that Cordelia told me something and I don't believe her, but it's making me think."
"What was it?" he asks, showing concern.
"It's something about you, actually," my eyes reluctantly fill with tears.
"Please tell me," he says, caressing my arm.
"She said that the only reason that you're going out with me is because you have a bet going with your friends that you could sleep with me by tonight," I say, holding back the tears.
"Cordelia's a bitch. I would never do that. Granted, I have friends that do that, but I would never do that," he pulls me into his arms and strokes my back. "I asked you out because from what I knew of you, I thought that you were cool and it was worth it to hang out with you. I was right."
I look up at him, tears streaming down my face. "Really?"
"Yes," he wipes his tears from my face with his thumb.
"Thanks."
"Anytime." He cups my cheek in his hand and leans down ever so slowly. His lips brush mine teasingly. I finally wrap my arms around his neck and make it a real kiss. His tongue slides in between my lips, searching for my tongue.
"Oh, my god!" I hear.
I break away from Riley to see the one person I thought I'd never see...
TBC...
Sorry. I'm quite evil for leaving it like this. I'll try to update as soon as possible. I have to get a Tuberculosis test for work tomorrow (ugh!). Wish me luck!
Baruch ata hashem eloheinu melech haolom. Asher kit-shanu bamitzvotav, vitcevanu lichadleak ner shel lachiem.
The above statement is transliterated from Hebrew into English. At the end of the story, I'll reveal what it means.
Thanks,
Buffsterangelicxws - I plan to make the chapters very much longer, but that was my prologue and it is just a taste to see what Buffy's like.
Breeze - Thanks for complimenting me on the different angle I've taken with this fic. I don't think that I've read any fic that deals with the same stuff I have in here. I really work on striving to write well with no spelling or grammatical errors. English is my best subject. At least I think it is.
Carm - This story is going to be fairly long. I know that the "climatic peak" has not happened yet and will not for a few chapters, but it will get there. I try and make the characters in my stories the same as the characters are in the show. If I write something and it doesn't sound like him/her, it drives me crazy.
Fiona - I'm glad that you enjoy this story and my writing.
Tariq - Thanks for the review. I hope you enjoyed this chapter.
For reviewing!
Author: NightsDream
Rating: PG-13 may go up to R because of depression and sexual implication.
Summary: Buffy Summers has big dreams and just when everything in her life is perfect, it all turns horribly wrong.
Distribution: If you want it (why? I don't know) then e-mail @ webmistress@nightsdream.com
Disclaimer: I own no characters and not the story. It belongs to the person it happened to. I love what you experience made you what you are today: a wonderful woman.
Warning: This fic contains implied pre-martial sex. If this offends you, I apologize and encourage you to please stop reading.
A/N: This story is a true story, not of me, but of someone very close to me. I will not give out her name for security purposes, but keep Buffy in your prayers. Christian, Jewish, Islamic, Wiccan, Pagan, it doesn't matter. We are all watched over, even if it's not by a God.
**This chapter has B/R fluffy moments. Sorry. It will all work out the right way.**
BASED ON A TRUE STORY
Chapter 3: Dating a Jock
*Saturday morning, 10:00 A.M.*
"So how was your date?" Willow has been ecstatic ever since I told her that Riley asked me out.
He had picked me up at exactly 5:00 yesterday and we went to a dinner and had a burger and malt; just like the old days. It was great. We talked about school, life, and ourselves. It was a great night. After we finished eating, we went to his football game. He's the quarterback and the captain so I got to sit right behind him when he sat on the bench.
"It was great. Riley is not like I imagined. I thought that he'd be I don't know. different. I guess I stereotyped him," I admit, but I'm glad I got to know him.
"Is he going to ask you out again?" she asks.
Before I have the time to answer, my phone rings.
"Hello?" I ask to the receiver. "Yes, this is Buffy. Oh, hi! Yeah. Me too. Really? I'd love to. That sounds great. Okay. Bye. See you later. All right. Bye."
"Who was that?" she asks, knowing fully just who called my house and asked me out again.
"That was Riley. He said that he a great time talking to me yesterday and wants to know it I'd go out with him tonight," I say, keeping my cool.
Willow starts, well, I can't really describe it, but it's a lot like a group screaming banshees took a field trip into her body. "You have a boyfriend!"
"Yeah, so? It's not like I've had a boyfriend before."
"I know, but it's Riley! He's the most popular and hottest guy in school and *you're* dating him!"
"Yeah, I guess that would make me special. All the girls are jealous of me because I have the hottest guy, not because I get A+s on everything." *this is better than I thought, * I think as a smile emerges on my face.
***
"Buffy! The phone is for you," Mom calls from the bottom of the stairs.
"Okay!" I call as I pick up the upstairs phone. If I didn't hurry, I'd miss Riley knocking at my door. "Hello?"
"Buffy?" I hear Cordelia's voice.
"Yes?"
"This is Cordelia. I just wanted to let you know that Riley is only going out with you so that he can sleep with you. He and his friends had a bet that he could do you by the second date. I just thought that I should warn you in advance."
"Nice try, Cordy, but I know for a fact that if that were really true, you wouldn't tell me, but you would know and the next day you would make fun of me to the end of the school year, but I got to go. *I've* got a date with Riley. Bye," I hang up. I feel an odd sensation. Triumph. I had something that Cordelia wanted. Not that he is a possession, but I've always been 'just Buffy' but now I'm 'Buffy.'
I pull out the outfit I'm going to wear on the date. It's a black mini- leather shirt with a white, low-cut-in-the-front t-shirt. It's a perfect outfit for night at the Bronze. I quickly apply my make-up. I pack my lip- gloss in my purse and check how I look in my full-length mirror. Perfect.
The doorbell rings. I know mom will get it. I have to make a grand entrance.
"Buffy! Your date has arrived." Mom calls.
I take one last look and gracefully walk out of my room and to the stairs. I look down at Riley and our eyes meet. He smiles and I do, too. He looks fabulous with his body shirt that extenuates his abs and his crème slacks that hug in all the right places.
"Wow, Buffy. You look-" he sputters as I walk up to him.
"Thank you. You don't look too bad yourself," I flirt.
"You two have fun," that's my mother's cue to exit and let us leave.
"Bye, Mom."
"Goodbye, Mrs. Summers."
"Goodbye, Riley."
"Bye, Dad," I yell to my father who is in the kitchen and probably doesn't hear me.
I pull Riley out the door. "Sorry about my mom she can get-"
"It's fine. I liked her. She seemed nice."
"Suck up," I say, playfully.
"You know it," he says, suggestively.
***
As we walk into the Bronze, I suddenly feel sort of weird. I'm out at the Bronze with Riley Finn, the captain of the football team. What is with me? I should be studying. I still can't stop thinking about what Cordelia said. What if she told the truth for once?
"Is something wrong, Buffy? Do you want to go somewhere else?"
"No, it's just that Cordelia told me something and I don't believe her, but it's making me think."
"What was it?" he asks, showing concern.
"It's something about you, actually," my eyes reluctantly fill with tears.
"Please tell me," he says, caressing my arm.
"She said that the only reason that you're going out with me is because you have a bet going with your friends that you could sleep with me by tonight," I say, holding back the tears.
"Cordelia's a bitch. I would never do that. Granted, I have friends that do that, but I would never do that," he pulls me into his arms and strokes my back. "I asked you out because from what I knew of you, I thought that you were cool and it was worth it to hang out with you. I was right."
I look up at him, tears streaming down my face. "Really?"
"Yes," he wipes his tears from my face with his thumb.
"Thanks."
"Anytime." He cups my cheek in his hand and leans down ever so slowly. His lips brush mine teasingly. I finally wrap my arms around his neck and make it a real kiss. His tongue slides in between my lips, searching for my tongue.
"Oh, my god!" I hear.
I break away from Riley to see the one person I thought I'd never see...
TBC...
Sorry. I'm quite evil for leaving it like this. I'll try to update as soon as possible. I have to get a Tuberculosis test for work tomorrow (ugh!). Wish me luck!
Baruch ata hashem eloheinu melech haolom. Asher kit-shanu bamitzvotav, vitcevanu lichadleak ner shel lachiem.
The above statement is transliterated from Hebrew into English. At the end of the story, I'll reveal what it means.
Thanks,
Buffsterangelicxws - I plan to make the chapters very much longer, but that was my prologue and it is just a taste to see what Buffy's like.
Breeze - Thanks for complimenting me on the different angle I've taken with this fic. I don't think that I've read any fic that deals with the same stuff I have in here. I really work on striving to write well with no spelling or grammatical errors. English is my best subject. At least I think it is.
Carm - This story is going to be fairly long. I know that the "climatic peak" has not happened yet and will not for a few chapters, but it will get there. I try and make the characters in my stories the same as the characters are in the show. If I write something and it doesn't sound like him/her, it drives me crazy.
Fiona - I'm glad that you enjoy this story and my writing.
Tariq - Thanks for the review. I hope you enjoyed this chapter.
For reviewing!