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Did he actually expect me to go on that date with him tonight? In a way I hoped so that way he can show up at my house and look like an idiot when I am not there. Then on the other I hand I just want him to forget about me, that way I can forget about him. Move on and all that good stuff. The only sad thing was that I am moving on from nothing so this is going to be easy right?
I sigh and start opening paint cans. I decided to take up Ethan's offer to paint one of the walls. It's a good excuse to avoid being at my house when my 'date' shows up, plus painting is relaxing and the wall did look horrifically bare compared to the rest of them. I walk over and turn on the radio and laugh when my favorite song comes on.
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"Hello."
"Can I help you?"
"Isn't Buffy there?" One would think it was obvious what he was there for. It's a 17-year-old boy showing up at a house that one of the residents is a 16-year-old girl. Is it really that hard to figure out?
"No." His shoulders visibly slumped, but then again what had he been thinking? The girl really had no reason to go on this date with him and he gave her a hell of a lot more than a sufficient amount of reasons why not to. Being the optimist; he was hoping for the best or at the least her being home to blow him off in person. This just shows how very little she actually cares.
"Hi Spike. What can I do for you? Looking for Buffy?" 'Hmm.. Some luck?'
"Yes. Do can you tell me where she is?"
"Sure. She's at '7 Miles Below'. She took up my offer to paint the south wall you know. I just hope that she is as good as an artist that Joyce says she is. Seemed to make her really happy though, gives me some brownie points."
"Uh. Yeah. Thank you."
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Aruba, Jamaica ooo I wanna take you
Bermuda, Bahama come on pretty mama
Key Largo, Montego baby why don't we go
Jamaica
Off the Florida Keys
There's a place called Kokomo
That's where you wanna go to get away from it all
Bodies in the sand
Tropical drink melting in your hand
We'll be falling in love
To the rhythm of a steel drum band Down in Kokomo
Aruba, Jamaica ooo I wanna take you
To Bermuda, Bahama come on pretty mama
Key Largo, Montego baby why don't we go
Way down to Kokomo
"There I think I am done." I look at my little mural with satisfaction. It wasn't half bad it was a picture of the world being in the clutches if the devil's scraggly black charred hands with long nails that I wrote words like fear, pain, anger, death, murder, deception etc. in red on.
"Kind of depressing isn't it luv?"
"Art reflects what kind of mood you are in when you paint it. Besides it all depends on how you look at it. Sure three is the evil but you look there is also good." He looked up and smiled she was a good artist. Looking at it more closely despite the bleak and depressing impression it gives off the world was standing out in vibrant colors with rays of shooting out into the darkness from a white dove with a Fish sign on it. (A/n: the early symbols for Christian)
"You weren't at home when I came to pick you up."
"Obviously."
"Why did you stand me up?"
"Actions show more than words. Figured standing you up would be more effective than me just saying no."
"Probably was but, DAMN you! I don't know how you did it. I really, really like you Buffy. So much that I want to spend every moment that I can with you. I am just sorry that I didn't realize that until after it was too last."
"You make it sound like you are in love with me or something."
"Maybe I am. No I know I am. Do you have this effect everywhere you go?"
"You can't just make me look like a moron and expect me to forgive you!" He wraps his arms around me and leans his head on top of my head.
"I wish I could give you the moon."
"It's A Wonderful Life."
"Huh?"
"The Christmas movie?"
"I was going for Bruce Almighty."
"Your pathetic."
"So will you forgive and take me back now?"
"Last I checked you are a complete asshole who is an arrogant, conceited, jerk who needs to be put in line that no semi sane person would ever fall in love with."
"But no one ever said you were sane did they luv?"
"No. I wouldn't be talking to you if I was."
"I love you."
"I love you too."
"You do?"
"Last I checked."
(A/N: Hey People. That's the end of part one. I am not quite sure if I want to write a sequel or not so tell me what you think.. Okay? If you want me to then I already have a few ideas coming but I would love some suggestions so review me with that you think. I hope you enjoyed my first fic and that it didn't suck too much. ~Abby~)
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Did he actually expect me to go on that date with him tonight? In a way I hoped so that way he can show up at my house and look like an idiot when I am not there. Then on the other I hand I just want him to forget about me, that way I can forget about him. Move on and all that good stuff. The only sad thing was that I am moving on from nothing so this is going to be easy right?
I sigh and start opening paint cans. I decided to take up Ethan's offer to paint one of the walls. It's a good excuse to avoid being at my house when my 'date' shows up, plus painting is relaxing and the wall did look horrifically bare compared to the rest of them. I walk over and turn on the radio and laugh when my favorite song comes on.
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"Hello."
"Can I help you?"
"Isn't Buffy there?" One would think it was obvious what he was there for. It's a 17-year-old boy showing up at a house that one of the residents is a 16-year-old girl. Is it really that hard to figure out?
"No." His shoulders visibly slumped, but then again what had he been thinking? The girl really had no reason to go on this date with him and he gave her a hell of a lot more than a sufficient amount of reasons why not to. Being the optimist; he was hoping for the best or at the least her being home to blow him off in person. This just shows how very little she actually cares.
"Hi Spike. What can I do for you? Looking for Buffy?" 'Hmm.. Some luck?'
"Yes. Do can you tell me where she is?"
"Sure. She's at '7 Miles Below'. She took up my offer to paint the south wall you know. I just hope that she is as good as an artist that Joyce says she is. Seemed to make her really happy though, gives me some brownie points."
"Uh. Yeah. Thank you."
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Aruba, Jamaica ooo I wanna take you
Bermuda, Bahama come on pretty mama
Key Largo, Montego baby why don't we go
Jamaica
Off the Florida Keys
There's a place called Kokomo
That's where you wanna go to get away from it all
Bodies in the sand
Tropical drink melting in your hand
We'll be falling in love
To the rhythm of a steel drum band Down in Kokomo
Aruba, Jamaica ooo I wanna take you
To Bermuda, Bahama come on pretty mama
Key Largo, Montego baby why don't we go
Way down to Kokomo
"There I think I am done." I look at my little mural with satisfaction. It wasn't half bad it was a picture of the world being in the clutches if the devil's scraggly black charred hands with long nails that I wrote words like fear, pain, anger, death, murder, deception etc. in red on.
"Kind of depressing isn't it luv?"
"Art reflects what kind of mood you are in when you paint it. Besides it all depends on how you look at it. Sure three is the evil but you look there is also good." He looked up and smiled she was a good artist. Looking at it more closely despite the bleak and depressing impression it gives off the world was standing out in vibrant colors with rays of shooting out into the darkness from a white dove with a Fish sign on it. (A/n: the early symbols for Christian)
"You weren't at home when I came to pick you up."
"Obviously."
"Why did you stand me up?"
"Actions show more than words. Figured standing you up would be more effective than me just saying no."
"Probably was but, DAMN you! I don't know how you did it. I really, really like you Buffy. So much that I want to spend every moment that I can with you. I am just sorry that I didn't realize that until after it was too last."
"You make it sound like you are in love with me or something."
"Maybe I am. No I know I am. Do you have this effect everywhere you go?"
"You can't just make me look like a moron and expect me to forgive you!" He wraps his arms around me and leans his head on top of my head.
"I wish I could give you the moon."
"It's A Wonderful Life."
"Huh?"
"The Christmas movie?"
"I was going for Bruce Almighty."
"Your pathetic."
"So will you forgive and take me back now?"
"Last I checked you are a complete asshole who is an arrogant, conceited, jerk who needs to be put in line that no semi sane person would ever fall in love with."
"But no one ever said you were sane did they luv?"
"No. I wouldn't be talking to you if I was."
"I love you."
"I love you too."
"You do?"
"Last I checked."
(A/N: Hey People. That's the end of part one. I am not quite sure if I want to write a sequel or not so tell me what you think.. Okay? If you want me to then I already have a few ideas coming but I would love some suggestions so review me with that you think. I hope you enjoyed my first fic and that it didn't suck too much. ~Abby~)