~*~SiMpLy CoMpLiCaTeD~*~
~Disclaimer: Joss owns them characters. Not them plot. *wink* ^_~
~A/N: Thank you ALL for the MAGNIFICENT reviews you have given to me! Thank you soooo much! *puts hands to cheeks* It's made me so happy. *sniffles* *huggles*
I'd like to give thanks to the following, in no particular order: tickle me happy, SlayerGirl1, kid, tinkerbell42, Marie J, SpIkEs AnGeL, Once More With Feeling, Jennie, Lauren, Aleesha, and Dark Raven. If I missed anyone, I didn't mean to exclude you. Just tell me that I forgot to add your name and I'll add it. *giggles* I can't forget thanking anyone!
*sniffles* Without you guys, I wouldn't have continued writing. *sobs* Thanks, sweeties! *dabs at eyes* I'll be fine . . .
Thanks to everyone who's taken the time to read this. =) And especially to those who have taken the time to review.
~*~*~*~Sleepless in Sunnydale~*~*~*~
One by one, lights were shut off in each house. The neighborhood's chatter quieted and "Goodnight's" were whispered. Each family was tucked snuggly into their beds, awaiting for the next day to arrive. All was asleep.
Except for one girl.
A brunette girl lay on the floor, rolling restlessly from side to side, twisting the blankets with her legs. The girl stopped and rolled onto her back for the last time and stared up at the ceiling. Her wide, green eyes traveled around the room and they finally rested on the glowing red numbers of the alarm clock.
2:41 am
"Oh my God, you have *got* to be kidding me." I moaned quietly, making sure that I didn't wake Willow up, "Talk about 'Sleepless in Sunnydale.'" I said to myself.
I snuggled back into my blanket and stared at the ceiling again, thinking about what we had discussed after our walk home.
I had told her everything that had happened between me and William. Her reply really surprised me. She told me he was a total slime ball for doing those things to me. She told me that he deserved nothing from me, that I was too good for him. And I guess I agreed with her "Best friends *do* know best." She was right.
William was a player and flirt. He never stayed with one girl for more than a week . . .or less. It depended on whether he could get that thing that he wanted from the girl sooner. And that "thing" that he wanted was what most people called, "sex," or the more used term: "A quick fuck."
I grimaced and shook my head in disgust. I can't believe I actually thought that I liked him. And he smokes too! That's a *total* turn off for me. Besides, he's my grandma's boyfriend's son. Wouldn't it be a little weird to be dating a guy who's almost like, in the family?
I sighed. Yup, it's a good thing I don't like him anymore. Nothing good would've come from it.
Feeling satisfied with this conclusion, I smiled to myself and closed my eyes.
Only to have them open again.
A melody had sprung into my mind and I threw off the covers and began patting the carpet for my pen.
"Where did I put it?" I thought aloud, lifting up the blankets and popping my head under the bed. I picked up my pillow and discovered it lying there beside a piece of blank paper.
"Phew. I thought I wasn't going to find you. I almost forgot the lyrics." I said to the pen and it's companion. Ok, so maybe I *was* a runaway psychopath.
Soon enough, after I pulled the cap off the writing utensil, I began writing feverishly.
"I tell myself, that I don't want you. I tell myself, that you're no good for me. Your eyes are blue, green, brown-"
I paused and scribbled out the 'brown' and 'blue' and replaced it with 'green' and 'gray.' After that, I wrote in the word, 'blue.'
Had such a better flow, and then I continued, "Your eyes are green, gray, blue . . .whatever. But I don't look at them, and I don't look at you."
I giggled, giddy that this song sounded quite good so far, "I tell myself that I don't want you. I tell myself that you're not what you seem. And we could never be together. I'm just not into you."
I read through the first verse again and smiled sadly.
"Yup, denial is a great place to be."
I yawned and placed the paper and pen into my side pack and sleep overcame me once I dropped my head onto my pillow.
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A/N: Aww!!! *whines* I don't wanna go to school! *hides under blankets*
I know that this chapter was quite short, *sheepish grin* Sorry. I've been having writer's block. Ugh. It sucks. But let's hope that my muse will sprinkle their fairy dust on me and lend me some inspiration. *giggles*
Disclaimer: The song that Buffy wrote is called, "Lie Lie Lie," by Myra. It's a cute song, by the way. *wink*
Please be kind and review. =) It's the only thing that keeps me writing . . . It ALSO controls how FAST updates are posted. *nudge* *nudge*
~Disclaimer: Joss owns them characters. Not them plot. *wink* ^_~
~A/N: Thank you ALL for the MAGNIFICENT reviews you have given to me! Thank you soooo much! *puts hands to cheeks* It's made me so happy. *sniffles* *huggles*
I'd like to give thanks to the following, in no particular order: tickle me happy, SlayerGirl1, kid, tinkerbell42, Marie J, SpIkEs AnGeL, Once More With Feeling, Jennie, Lauren, Aleesha, and Dark Raven. If I missed anyone, I didn't mean to exclude you. Just tell me that I forgot to add your name and I'll add it. *giggles* I can't forget thanking anyone!
*sniffles* Without you guys, I wouldn't have continued writing. *sobs* Thanks, sweeties! *dabs at eyes* I'll be fine . . .
Thanks to everyone who's taken the time to read this. =) And especially to those who have taken the time to review.
~*~*~*~Sleepless in Sunnydale~*~*~*~
One by one, lights were shut off in each house. The neighborhood's chatter quieted and "Goodnight's" were whispered. Each family was tucked snuggly into their beds, awaiting for the next day to arrive. All was asleep.
Except for one girl.
A brunette girl lay on the floor, rolling restlessly from side to side, twisting the blankets with her legs. The girl stopped and rolled onto her back for the last time and stared up at the ceiling. Her wide, green eyes traveled around the room and they finally rested on the glowing red numbers of the alarm clock.
2:41 am
"Oh my God, you have *got* to be kidding me." I moaned quietly, making sure that I didn't wake Willow up, "Talk about 'Sleepless in Sunnydale.'" I said to myself.
I snuggled back into my blanket and stared at the ceiling again, thinking about what we had discussed after our walk home.
I had told her everything that had happened between me and William. Her reply really surprised me. She told me he was a total slime ball for doing those things to me. She told me that he deserved nothing from me, that I was too good for him. And I guess I agreed with her "Best friends *do* know best." She was right.
William was a player and flirt. He never stayed with one girl for more than a week . . .or less. It depended on whether he could get that thing that he wanted from the girl sooner. And that "thing" that he wanted was what most people called, "sex," or the more used term: "A quick fuck."
I grimaced and shook my head in disgust. I can't believe I actually thought that I liked him. And he smokes too! That's a *total* turn off for me. Besides, he's my grandma's boyfriend's son. Wouldn't it be a little weird to be dating a guy who's almost like, in the family?
I sighed. Yup, it's a good thing I don't like him anymore. Nothing good would've come from it.
Feeling satisfied with this conclusion, I smiled to myself and closed my eyes.
Only to have them open again.
A melody had sprung into my mind and I threw off the covers and began patting the carpet for my pen.
"Where did I put it?" I thought aloud, lifting up the blankets and popping my head under the bed. I picked up my pillow and discovered it lying there beside a piece of blank paper.
"Phew. I thought I wasn't going to find you. I almost forgot the lyrics." I said to the pen and it's companion. Ok, so maybe I *was* a runaway psychopath.
Soon enough, after I pulled the cap off the writing utensil, I began writing feverishly.
"I tell myself, that I don't want you. I tell myself, that you're no good for me. Your eyes are blue, green, brown-"
I paused and scribbled out the 'brown' and 'blue' and replaced it with 'green' and 'gray.' After that, I wrote in the word, 'blue.'
Had such a better flow, and then I continued, "Your eyes are green, gray, blue . . .whatever. But I don't look at them, and I don't look at you."
I giggled, giddy that this song sounded quite good so far, "I tell myself that I don't want you. I tell myself that you're not what you seem. And we could never be together. I'm just not into you."
I read through the first verse again and smiled sadly.
"Yup, denial is a great place to be."
I yawned and placed the paper and pen into my side pack and sleep overcame me once I dropped my head onto my pillow.
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A/N: Aww!!! *whines* I don't wanna go to school! *hides under blankets*
I know that this chapter was quite short, *sheepish grin* Sorry. I've been having writer's block. Ugh. It sucks. But let's hope that my muse will sprinkle their fairy dust on me and lend me some inspiration. *giggles*
Disclaimer: The song that Buffy wrote is called, "Lie Lie Lie," by Myra. It's a cute song, by the way. *wink*
Please be kind and review. =) It's the only thing that keeps me writing . . . It ALSO controls how FAST updates are posted. *nudge* *nudge*