Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters.  They belong to Joss and his co-conspirators.  However, if Andrew is tired of being a kick-around character, I'll be glad to snatch him away from them.  This may not be what you were expecting when you wanted me to continue, but I just had to write something cute and fluffy, cuz we all know Andy ain't gonna get any.  And for the record, I believe he swings both ways.

Note: I made Andrew a year younger than everyone else, cuz otherwise he and his brother have to be Twins or something, right?  Tell me if you feel differently.

Irony

            Andrew climbed out the second story window to sit on the roof.  He sat hugging his knees to his chest to fend off the cool breeze that whistled through the branches and mussed his hair.  He had told Buffy everything, starting at the beginning of the formation of the Trio.  He had told her about their plan to take over Sunnydale, and how it had all seemed like a game at first.  Three kids fresh out of high school trying to make something of their frivolous lives.  He had never thought it would go so far as to get someone killed.  The Slayer had barely concealed her laughter when Andrew had talked about Warren and his feelings towards the dark haired boy, but he supposed that was not important anymore.  Warren was dead, and now something more evil than he could have been was using his image—and that of many others—to trick people into doing its bidding.

            He felt like such a fool, and not just because of how gullible he'd let himself become.  A voice had always argued with him that 'Warren' wasn't really his Warren, but he'd wanted to believe it so badly that the voice was ignored.  Andrew threw a cursory glance towards the star-filled sky.  Look where that's gotten you.

            "Hey!  Don't do it!"

            Andrew strained his neck to see who was calling up to him.  A girl about his age was standing on the sidewalk below him.  He could not make out any of her features in the dark.  "Do what?"

            "Jump!  Don't jump!" she urged frantically.

            "Oh, no I wasn't—"

            "Do you want me to come up there?  We could talk or whatever.  You could get it all off your chest?"

            "No, I've been talking all night.  No offense, I'm just okay.  Really."

            "It's not worth it, you know--jumping, that is.  There's so much life to experience, and—"

            "I said I wasn't gonna jump!" he repeated, a little more harshly than he'd intended.

            "Oh.  Well.  Good."  She put her hands on her hips.  "I'm sorry, I just saw you up on the roof there, and I thought, you know…"

            "Yeah.  Thanks, anyway."  She showed no signs of going away.  He thought she was studying him closely, and it made him feel uncomfortable.  "Is there something else?"

            "You're Andrew Wells, aren't you?"

            "Yeah," he replied, surprised that she knew him, but sounding irritated instead.

            "I wondered what happened to you.  Do you live here now?  'Cause I thought this was the Summers' home."

"No, they still live here."

"Sad thing about Mrs. Summers, huh?  So what are you doing here?  Just hanging out?  On their roof?  Oh!  Are you and Buffy—"

"No!  God no."

"Oh."  She fell silent for a few seconds, then asked, "You don't remember me, do you?"

"I can't hardly see you.  It's dark and all."

"Right.  It's me, Gina Cartlin.  We had tenth grade English together.  We read the same book for midterms."  The name was not ringing any bells, which she guessed by his silence.  "You sat in the back and doodled, and I sat next to the window and watched your reflection.  And then in grade eleven, I was taking pictures for the yearbook, and you would always duck out of the way of crowd shots."  Gina found herself lost in her own memories.  "You wore the same shirt every day for a month.  I started taking pictures just to get you in the background.  I figured that's where you liked to be, anyway.  You don't remember me?"

"No, but you stalked me in high school, that's great."

"Hey, I thought you were cute, and we had the same interests, but I was shy and overweight and I didn't know how to talk to guys, so I never asked you to the Prom or anything."  The sentence came out rushed, but Andrew still caught the key point.

"You were gonna ask me to the Prom?"

"Yeah.  Hey, is it true that your brother unleashed those big dog-things at his Prom?"

"Hellhounds, yeah, that was him."

"That was kinda crazy, hey?"

"Yeah, crazy," Andrew muttered.

"What?"

"Nothing."

"So, tell me, what have you been up to?  Are you still into Star Anything and comic books and stuff?  Are you going to college?"

"Uh, well, yeah to the Star Anything and comic books.  I can't really afford school.  I was working a bit, trying to get some money, but I…I'm not working right now."

"Cool, cool."  Gina nodded.

Andrew carefully moved closer to the edge of the overhang.  "What about you?"

"Oh, not much.  I've been fired three times since Graduation.  I just don't like the mundaneness of retail.  I was always trying to sneak away from the counter.  I write.  I want to be a writer.  Get published and stuff."

"That's so cool!"

"Yeah."  Gina shrugged.  "I kinda used to imagine that I did the writing, and you did the illustrating.  We were a team, y'know?  Anyways, sorry, I'm not trying to freak you out.  I think it's 'cause of the full moon that I'm just babbling like this."

"No, hey, I don't mind.  It's kinda cool."

Gina smiled at him.  "You think so?  I was worried you'd think I was creepy."

"No, I—No."  He shook his head.

"What the hell is going on out here?" Buffy growled from the front porch.

"We were just…reminiscing." Andrew explained.  "Gina, here, was in a coupla my classes in high school."

Buffy was now visible beneath him.  She looked so small from up there.  "What are you doing on the roof?"

"Well, if it eats you feet first, it'll have a tougher time getting me up here, don't you think?"

Buffy shook her head.  "Just get down before you fall."  And then she was back inside the house.

Gina asked, "What eats you feet first?"

Andrew started without thinking, "I'm not sure, actually.  None of us are.  And Warren didn't—uh, nevermind.  Hey, do you wanna go for a walk or something?"

Gina shrugged.  "Are you kidding?  I've been kicking myself for not getting up the nerve to talk to you since high school.  You think I'm gonna say no now?"

Andrew smiled, feeling warm and fuzzy all over.  "I'll be right out."  He went back inside through the window.  A few seconds later, he emerged through the front door.  "Shall we?"  He offered her his arm.

"Hell yes,"

There, see, wasn't that cute?  Now, please review and tell me what to do next!  Hehe  Maybe Gina's just another incarnation of the Evil thing?  I don't know if I could do that to Andy, tho…Hasn't he been hurt enough?