Disclaimer: every thing belongs to Joss.. (sighs) damn him...
Summary: It's a BS fic, so all you BA-ers if you don't want to read a BS fic don't yell at me, just don't read it. Ok what it's about is my little twist of the movie Cruel Intentions. Its gonna take a while for it to get to be BS so be patient!! Enjoy!
AN: Hey all you ppl that read this, GIVE ME A DAMN REVIEW!! Not that I'm not loving the ones I'm getting from the forever gracious one person!! But I would like more. I know I know I'm a selfish person, I should be thinking about those poor ppl with out computers but I just can't help my self.
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"So you had Andrew go talk to Buffy and convince her that all she had heard about you was a lie. When it couldn't be more truthful." Ms. McClay said almost on the edge of her chair.
"Correct." William responded, "You know if I was more observant I could swear that you are seriously intrigued."
"Am not."
"Am to."
"Am no-" Ms. McClay cut her self off noticing how childish she was actually being.
"I can go on for hours." William said realizing why she had stopped her self so abuptively.
"Yes well we don't have hours. We have one. So please continue."
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"Are you sure she bought it?" William asked into the receiver of his cell phone.
"Pretty sure." Andrew said thinking back to his conversation with Buffy.
"Not gonna do it."
"Yeah I'm sure." Andrew nodded.
William hung up the phone and set it on top of the journal that sat in the passenger seat next to him. William grew up with out love. His parents divorced when he was too young to remember his mother's face. Only her voice drifted to his ears, when the sun kissed the moon and the stars show in the day. She was the only good thing that had ever loved him and him her. No one had shown him that compassion for a long time.
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That is until now...
"I talked to my friend Andrew." Buffy said tentively as she walked in to William's bedroom.
"Did you now?" William said never looking up from his book.
"I did, and he told me the same thing that you did. I'm sorry that I doubted you."
"Your forgivin."
"That's it."
"Well what did you expect. Poetry? An elequant speech?"
"Well something bigger then 2 words."
"Okay. Buffy, I can't live with out you any more." William, put down his book and got down on one knee in front of Buffy. "I can't believe I was so wrong to let you out of my sight for more then one blink of a beautiful, lushous, green eye." William kissed the back of her hand. "You wanted something like that?"
"It was a little too melodramatic."
"It's impossible to please you." He said almost mockingly.
"What are you doing tomorrow?"
"Well I'm hanging out with you, of course."
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AN2: Yeah I know this chapter sucked beyond belief, but please bare with me.
Summary: It's a BS fic, so all you BA-ers if you don't want to read a BS fic don't yell at me, just don't read it. Ok what it's about is my little twist of the movie Cruel Intentions. Its gonna take a while for it to get to be BS so be patient!! Enjoy!
AN: Hey all you ppl that read this, GIVE ME A DAMN REVIEW!! Not that I'm not loving the ones I'm getting from the forever gracious one person!! But I would like more. I know I know I'm a selfish person, I should be thinking about those poor ppl with out computers but I just can't help my self.
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"So you had Andrew go talk to Buffy and convince her that all she had heard about you was a lie. When it couldn't be more truthful." Ms. McClay said almost on the edge of her chair.
"Correct." William responded, "You know if I was more observant I could swear that you are seriously intrigued."
"Am not."
"Am to."
"Am no-" Ms. McClay cut her self off noticing how childish she was actually being.
"I can go on for hours." William said realizing why she had stopped her self so abuptively.
"Yes well we don't have hours. We have one. So please continue."
*~+^+~*
"Are you sure she bought it?" William asked into the receiver of his cell phone.
"Pretty sure." Andrew said thinking back to his conversation with Buffy.
"Not gonna do it."
"Yeah I'm sure." Andrew nodded.
William hung up the phone and set it on top of the journal that sat in the passenger seat next to him. William grew up with out love. His parents divorced when he was too young to remember his mother's face. Only her voice drifted to his ears, when the sun kissed the moon and the stars show in the day. She was the only good thing that had ever loved him and him her. No one had shown him that compassion for a long time.
*~+^+~*
That is until now...
"I talked to my friend Andrew." Buffy said tentively as she walked in to William's bedroom.
"Did you now?" William said never looking up from his book.
"I did, and he told me the same thing that you did. I'm sorry that I doubted you."
"Your forgivin."
"That's it."
"Well what did you expect. Poetry? An elequant speech?"
"Well something bigger then 2 words."
"Okay. Buffy, I can't live with out you any more." William, put down his book and got down on one knee in front of Buffy. "I can't believe I was so wrong to let you out of my sight for more then one blink of a beautiful, lushous, green eye." William kissed the back of her hand. "You wanted something like that?"
"It was a little too melodramatic."
"It's impossible to please you." He said almost mockingly.
"What are you doing tomorrow?"
"Well I'm hanging out with you, of course."
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AN2: Yeah I know this chapter sucked beyond belief, but please bare with me.