~*~SiMpLy CoMpLiCaTeD~*~
~Disclaimer: I already told you that Joss owns the characters already! Do you *have* to rub it in my face? *pout* Hmph.
~A/N: *bouncing in seat* Yay! I FINALLY got out of this writer's block. *giddy* It was driving me ABSOLUTELY CRAZY, but finally, I just woke up one morning and I had an idea brewing in my head. *claps* Yay! *squeals*
Thank you ALL for the wonderful reviews. They've kept me so happy and they've been keeping me writing. Thanks everyone. *smiles* THANK YOU!!!! *jumps up and down* And thanks to all those who have been reading this. It means a lot. *sniffles*
~*~*~*~All you're getting~*~*~*~
Going to school in my Yummy Sushi Pajama's wasn't something I was looking forward to, so I had to wake up earlier than Willow to walk home and get ready for school there.
I sleepily made my way up the dark drive way and noticed that no lights were on in the house. I tilted my head to side, confused, but shrugged it off and took the steps on my porch and reached my door. I knocked, no one answered. Maybe she's asleep? I knocked again and this time, added the doorbell. Nothing. She's asleep, I'll call her.
I dropped my guitar case and took out my cell phone. Flipping it open, it said I had a message waiting. Dialing 123, I waited as the electronic voice gave me instructions to give me my message. I pressed 1 and the electronic voice said the date and time the caller called, which was yesterday around 9:30 PM. The caller's voice went on the phone. It was mom.
"Hi, sweetie! I had an early leave today and right when I was about to drive home," Her voice lowered down to whisper and she giggled like she was a teen like myself, "Dan Chase asked me if I wanted have dinner with him this time! Not lunch in the cafeteria, but a real dinner-date!"
I rolled my eyes, but smiled. Dan Chase was the supposedly "hot" new co- worker of hers she had been seeing for a while. I wouldn't say he was "all that," in the looks department, but he was charming and sweet. And if anything happened to my mom, he would protect her, even if it meant him getting hurt. So all in all, he was ok in my books. I listened to the rest of the message:
"So we're going out to Azteca. Don't wait up for me, ok? Oh, and I probably won't be home tonight because. . . well . . ." She trailed off and I grimaced. Don't tell me she was thinking about having . . .it! Yuck!
My mother's message continued, "Anyways! I gotta go before the restaurant closes. Bye. I love you!"
This was sad. Even my *mom* had a better social life than me. I'm pathetic. After I had gone over how unfair it was that my mom was going out on dates, but not me, I was hit with the sudden realization that I still *didn't* have my keys.
"Oh damn it!" I cursed as I stomped my foot on the porch. I turned around muttering that I was not going to be wearing my Yummy Sushi Pajamas to school when I saw a dark figure laying on the porch and I screamed.
The figure sat up alarmed. I grabbed my guitar case, "Don't move or I'll hit you," I threatened, glaring.
The dark monster shook his head and chuckled, "Bloody hell."
I lowered the guitar case and tilted my head to the side, frowning, "Will?"
William stood up and walked closer to me so that his face was partially illuminated by the street lights. I silently gasped at how his cheeks were made more define from the shadows and how his blue eyes sparkled. He looked *so* much hotter without the glasses.
"Yeah it's me, pet." My insides turned to goo. He was looking at me with such . . . adoration? Was that adoration? No, it's probably just me. I mean, did you ever notice that when you like someone, everything they do makes you think they're showing signs that they like you . . .even when they don't?
Why was he here? He was laying on the porch . . .Oh my God, did he sleep here all night?!
"Did you sleep out here all night?" I asked as I stepped away from him. Needing some much needed space. For some reason or another, it was always harder to breathe when I was close to him.
He looked almost shy. It was adorable. He averted his gaze from mine, looking anywhere but me. He rubbed the back of his neck, smiling a little, "Well . . .Yeah. I mean, you did leave your keys at my house. I figured that maybe you wanted them back. 'Cause, you know, I thought that maybe you'd want to get into your house- of course you wanted to get into your house." He scratched his head, feeling stupid, " Uh . . .So I just brought your keys to find out you weren't home still, so . . .I uh . . .I waited. And you didn't show. I figured that I'd wait for your mom to show up so she'd let me inside and I could wait for you there and give you your key-"
"Thus, having no reason to be here all night. I'd be inside anyway and you could've given my keys the next day . . ." I tilted my head to the side, confused at his behavior.
He looked embarrassed, "Right."
I frowned and he looked down, hanging his head low. He shuffled his feet and dug his hands into his leather duster. We stood there in silence . . . Again. It seemed like we did that a lot.
Afraid to disturb the quiet, I whispered, "Why are you here?"
He was still looking down when he mumbled, "I'm returning your keys."
I crossed my arms over my chest, "Really?"
He was silent for a moment, but then finally looked up, catching my gaze, "I'm . . ." He paused, "Look, I'm s- Bloody hell. This isn't easy." He looked up at the sky as if contemplating what to say.
Ooh . . .He wanted to apologize. I inwardly pouted. I thought he was going to tell me he liked me. I shouldn't have gotten my hopes up.
I covered my disappointment with a small smile, "Actually, it's pretty simple."
He turned to look at me and shook his head, "I don't . . . I don't usually do this with people. I don't apologize to anyone. I never admit that I'm wrong."
I grinned, "Well, you always gotta start somewhere."
He locked gazes with me and after a pause, he said sincerely, "I'm sorry."
After a pause, I replied with a smile, "See, that wasn't so hard."
He ran a hand through his brown locks, "Look, I hate us not talking to each other." He scratched the back of his head, "I . . .I've missed you." Aw! He missed me! I bit my lip. Did that mean- Did he . . .like me?
He took a deep breath as if he was going to say something important. I anticipated his words, already imagining what he'd say. "I like you Buffy. I've always liked you. You're all I think about, dream about. I think I'm in love with you. Will you be my girlfriend?-" I shook myself out of my fantasy.
I looked into his eyes and waited for what he said.
He shoved his hands into his pockets and clenched his teeth. He looked like he was debating on something. Oh my God! He was gonna tell me he liked me! My heart was leaping with joy and I couldn't stop the smile that was creeping onto my lips.
He took another deep breath and asked, "Can we call a truce?"
My smile dropped and I could almost see myself. My disappointed frown and blank eyes.
"T-truce?" I repeated, caught off balance. *THAT'S* what he wanted to ask me?!
He nodded, "C-can we be friends again?" He put his hand out to shake.
Friends?
He wants to be . . . friends? Then what was with all the almost kissing and stuff? Wait, this is what I've wanted all along. Right? I could never be with him. Quickly, I made a mental list of the reasons why I couldn't be with him.
1. He's my grandma's boyfriends son. Dating him would be like dating family.
2. He smokes. I don't take a liking to smokers.
3. He steals. That's bad.
4. He's a player. He's probably not a virgin anymore, considering the rumors I'd heard at school.
5. He's a total flirt. Can I trust him?
6. Um . . . He's two years older than me?
Oh my God.
7. He was going to college in a year. Long distance relationships don't usually last.
Satisfied with these tactics in making me not like him anymore, I still found him as desirable as before.
Sure, he was a bad boy, but all it took was that special someone to tame him. I shook my head. That "special one" wasn't me. He wants to be friends. That immediately told me where I stood. I was just like a little sister to him.
Fine. If that's what he wanted, then fine. Be that way. I didn't need him.
I took his hand and tried to ignore the tingling sensation I got from that small contact.
"Ok . . . friends." I agreed. William looked a little surprised. Why? Was he surprised that I agreed to be "just friends?" Sorry, buddy, it's what you wanted. That's all you're getting, I thought smugly, And you're gonna regret it.
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A/N: *rubbing at face* Darn . . .School is starting . . .TOMORROW!!! ARGH! *bangs head on table* What fun . . .
Ooh! On a happy note. I have the next chapter already finished. So . . .If I get good reviews . . .I might just post it tomorrow . . .*giggles* Thanks for reading and reviewing! Love ya bunches!
Oh yes, and did anyone notice any changes? Anyone? Can anyone guess what I changed? *giggles* This should be easy . . .
Please be kind and review. =) If it's not too much to ask, could I have some reviews in my box when I come home? It'd make me so happy after the first day of school. *grin* heheh!
~Disclaimer: I already told you that Joss owns the characters already! Do you *have* to rub it in my face? *pout* Hmph.
~A/N: *bouncing in seat* Yay! I FINALLY got out of this writer's block. *giddy* It was driving me ABSOLUTELY CRAZY, but finally, I just woke up one morning and I had an idea brewing in my head. *claps* Yay! *squeals*
Thank you ALL for the wonderful reviews. They've kept me so happy and they've been keeping me writing. Thanks everyone. *smiles* THANK YOU!!!! *jumps up and down* And thanks to all those who have been reading this. It means a lot. *sniffles*
~*~*~*~All you're getting~*~*~*~
Going to school in my Yummy Sushi Pajama's wasn't something I was looking forward to, so I had to wake up earlier than Willow to walk home and get ready for school there.
I sleepily made my way up the dark drive way and noticed that no lights were on in the house. I tilted my head to side, confused, but shrugged it off and took the steps on my porch and reached my door. I knocked, no one answered. Maybe she's asleep? I knocked again and this time, added the doorbell. Nothing. She's asleep, I'll call her.
I dropped my guitar case and took out my cell phone. Flipping it open, it said I had a message waiting. Dialing 123, I waited as the electronic voice gave me instructions to give me my message. I pressed 1 and the electronic voice said the date and time the caller called, which was yesterday around 9:30 PM. The caller's voice went on the phone. It was mom.
"Hi, sweetie! I had an early leave today and right when I was about to drive home," Her voice lowered down to whisper and she giggled like she was a teen like myself, "Dan Chase asked me if I wanted have dinner with him this time! Not lunch in the cafeteria, but a real dinner-date!"
I rolled my eyes, but smiled. Dan Chase was the supposedly "hot" new co- worker of hers she had been seeing for a while. I wouldn't say he was "all that," in the looks department, but he was charming and sweet. And if anything happened to my mom, he would protect her, even if it meant him getting hurt. So all in all, he was ok in my books. I listened to the rest of the message:
"So we're going out to Azteca. Don't wait up for me, ok? Oh, and I probably won't be home tonight because. . . well . . ." She trailed off and I grimaced. Don't tell me she was thinking about having . . .it! Yuck!
My mother's message continued, "Anyways! I gotta go before the restaurant closes. Bye. I love you!"
This was sad. Even my *mom* had a better social life than me. I'm pathetic. After I had gone over how unfair it was that my mom was going out on dates, but not me, I was hit with the sudden realization that I still *didn't* have my keys.
"Oh damn it!" I cursed as I stomped my foot on the porch. I turned around muttering that I was not going to be wearing my Yummy Sushi Pajamas to school when I saw a dark figure laying on the porch and I screamed.
The figure sat up alarmed. I grabbed my guitar case, "Don't move or I'll hit you," I threatened, glaring.
The dark monster shook his head and chuckled, "Bloody hell."
I lowered the guitar case and tilted my head to the side, frowning, "Will?"
William stood up and walked closer to me so that his face was partially illuminated by the street lights. I silently gasped at how his cheeks were made more define from the shadows and how his blue eyes sparkled. He looked *so* much hotter without the glasses.
"Yeah it's me, pet." My insides turned to goo. He was looking at me with such . . . adoration? Was that adoration? No, it's probably just me. I mean, did you ever notice that when you like someone, everything they do makes you think they're showing signs that they like you . . .even when they don't?
Why was he here? He was laying on the porch . . .Oh my God, did he sleep here all night?!
"Did you sleep out here all night?" I asked as I stepped away from him. Needing some much needed space. For some reason or another, it was always harder to breathe when I was close to him.
He looked almost shy. It was adorable. He averted his gaze from mine, looking anywhere but me. He rubbed the back of his neck, smiling a little, "Well . . .Yeah. I mean, you did leave your keys at my house. I figured that maybe you wanted them back. 'Cause, you know, I thought that maybe you'd want to get into your house- of course you wanted to get into your house." He scratched his head, feeling stupid, " Uh . . .So I just brought your keys to find out you weren't home still, so . . .I uh . . .I waited. And you didn't show. I figured that I'd wait for your mom to show up so she'd let me inside and I could wait for you there and give you your key-"
"Thus, having no reason to be here all night. I'd be inside anyway and you could've given my keys the next day . . ." I tilted my head to the side, confused at his behavior.
He looked embarrassed, "Right."
I frowned and he looked down, hanging his head low. He shuffled his feet and dug his hands into his leather duster. We stood there in silence . . . Again. It seemed like we did that a lot.
Afraid to disturb the quiet, I whispered, "Why are you here?"
He was still looking down when he mumbled, "I'm returning your keys."
I crossed my arms over my chest, "Really?"
He was silent for a moment, but then finally looked up, catching my gaze, "I'm . . ." He paused, "Look, I'm s- Bloody hell. This isn't easy." He looked up at the sky as if contemplating what to say.
Ooh . . .He wanted to apologize. I inwardly pouted. I thought he was going to tell me he liked me. I shouldn't have gotten my hopes up.
I covered my disappointment with a small smile, "Actually, it's pretty simple."
He turned to look at me and shook his head, "I don't . . . I don't usually do this with people. I don't apologize to anyone. I never admit that I'm wrong."
I grinned, "Well, you always gotta start somewhere."
He locked gazes with me and after a pause, he said sincerely, "I'm sorry."
After a pause, I replied with a smile, "See, that wasn't so hard."
He ran a hand through his brown locks, "Look, I hate us not talking to each other." He scratched the back of his head, "I . . .I've missed you." Aw! He missed me! I bit my lip. Did that mean- Did he . . .like me?
He took a deep breath as if he was going to say something important. I anticipated his words, already imagining what he'd say. "I like you Buffy. I've always liked you. You're all I think about, dream about. I think I'm in love with you. Will you be my girlfriend?-" I shook myself out of my fantasy.
I looked into his eyes and waited for what he said.
He shoved his hands into his pockets and clenched his teeth. He looked like he was debating on something. Oh my God! He was gonna tell me he liked me! My heart was leaping with joy and I couldn't stop the smile that was creeping onto my lips.
He took another deep breath and asked, "Can we call a truce?"
My smile dropped and I could almost see myself. My disappointed frown and blank eyes.
"T-truce?" I repeated, caught off balance. *THAT'S* what he wanted to ask me?!
He nodded, "C-can we be friends again?" He put his hand out to shake.
Friends?
He wants to be . . . friends? Then what was with all the almost kissing and stuff? Wait, this is what I've wanted all along. Right? I could never be with him. Quickly, I made a mental list of the reasons why I couldn't be with him.
1. He's my grandma's boyfriends son. Dating him would be like dating family.
2. He smokes. I don't take a liking to smokers.
3. He steals. That's bad.
4. He's a player. He's probably not a virgin anymore, considering the rumors I'd heard at school.
5. He's a total flirt. Can I trust him?
6. Um . . . He's two years older than me?
Oh my God.
7. He was going to college in a year. Long distance relationships don't usually last.
Satisfied with these tactics in making me not like him anymore, I still found him as desirable as before.
Sure, he was a bad boy, but all it took was that special someone to tame him. I shook my head. That "special one" wasn't me. He wants to be friends. That immediately told me where I stood. I was just like a little sister to him.
Fine. If that's what he wanted, then fine. Be that way. I didn't need him.
I took his hand and tried to ignore the tingling sensation I got from that small contact.
"Ok . . . friends." I agreed. William looked a little surprised. Why? Was he surprised that I agreed to be "just friends?" Sorry, buddy, it's what you wanted. That's all you're getting, I thought smugly, And you're gonna regret it.
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A/N: *rubbing at face* Darn . . .School is starting . . .TOMORROW!!! ARGH! *bangs head on table* What fun . . .
Ooh! On a happy note. I have the next chapter already finished. So . . .If I get good reviews . . .I might just post it tomorrow . . .*giggles* Thanks for reading and reviewing! Love ya bunches!
Oh yes, and did anyone notice any changes? Anyone? Can anyone guess what I changed? *giggles* This should be easy . . .
Please be kind and review. =) If it's not too much to ask, could I have some reviews in my box when I come home? It'd make me so happy after the first day of school. *grin* heheh!