Chapter Four
[b]Dear Bobby/Luke/Mikey,
As you can probably tell, it's now month seven and we've started attempting to decide on a name. We've got it narrowed for to Robert, Lucas or Michael.
Your mother is getting angry with you, because you, you little devil, keep running your fingers along the inside of her tummy and it tickles. She'll just be standing there having a perfectly normal conversation and spontaneously giggle. It's hysterical. The worst part is, you're on the inside, so she can't itch it. She keeps insisting that you get it from me. I take it as a complement.
[i]It had been about a month since Buffy had broken up with me and I was bloody miserable. People had noticed, too.
I was at band practice when the guys sat down at the table I was at. Wes shoved a newspaper into my face.
"Check out the entertainment section," Gunn said.
I rolled my eyes and complied.
A picture of Buffy took up a good portion of the page.
" 'Local actress Buffy Summers has recently gotten the female lead in a new James Cameron film, which is said to debut sometime next year'," I read aloud. " 'Summers will be starring opposite Ben Affleck in the film called 'All work and no play'.'"
I set the paper down on the table.
"That's great. I'm really happy for her," I said, completely aware that I sounded like I was seven years old and my cat had died, but at least he'd gone to heaven.
"Hey, man," Gunn said, "if you miss her that much, you should just go get her."
I sighed pitifully.
"It's not that easy."
"Why not? What are you waiting for?"
"I . I don't know ." I admitted, rubbing my eyes tiredly.
"See?" Angel said. "You think of a way to get her back or I'm making a move."
"You guys are right. But what can I do?"
I was ashamed to admit that I didn't think of it myself.
"Do what you do best. Write her a song. Dumbass."
I glared at him, but inside I was grinning.
Now all I had to do was think of a song. One that would fit Buffy.
That would take some work.[/i]
That's all you get for now. I'm going to cook your mother dinner tonight, so I'd better get started.
~Love Da[/b]
[b]Dear Bobby/Luke/Mikey,
As you can probably tell, it's now month seven and we've started attempting to decide on a name. We've got it narrowed for to Robert, Lucas or Michael.
Your mother is getting angry with you, because you, you little devil, keep running your fingers along the inside of her tummy and it tickles. She'll just be standing there having a perfectly normal conversation and spontaneously giggle. It's hysterical. The worst part is, you're on the inside, so she can't itch it. She keeps insisting that you get it from me. I take it as a complement.
[i]It had been about a month since Buffy had broken up with me and I was bloody miserable. People had noticed, too.
I was at band practice when the guys sat down at the table I was at. Wes shoved a newspaper into my face.
"Check out the entertainment section," Gunn said.
I rolled my eyes and complied.
A picture of Buffy took up a good portion of the page.
" 'Local actress Buffy Summers has recently gotten the female lead in a new James Cameron film, which is said to debut sometime next year'," I read aloud. " 'Summers will be starring opposite Ben Affleck in the film called 'All work and no play'.'"
I set the paper down on the table.
"That's great. I'm really happy for her," I said, completely aware that I sounded like I was seven years old and my cat had died, but at least he'd gone to heaven.
"Hey, man," Gunn said, "if you miss her that much, you should just go get her."
I sighed pitifully.
"It's not that easy."
"Why not? What are you waiting for?"
"I . I don't know ." I admitted, rubbing my eyes tiredly.
"See?" Angel said. "You think of a way to get her back or I'm making a move."
"You guys are right. But what can I do?"
I was ashamed to admit that I didn't think of it myself.
"Do what you do best. Write her a song. Dumbass."
I glared at him, but inside I was grinning.
Now all I had to do was think of a song. One that would fit Buffy.
That would take some work.[/i]
That's all you get for now. I'm going to cook your mother dinner tonight, so I'd better get started.
~Love Da[/b]