I'M BACK! Yes, it finally happened... I got a C in Geometry... YAY ME!
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Chapter Five: Screwing Up?
God, stop staring at me!
He couldn't hear me, but all I wanted was for him to stop staring. I was way too confused for him to be here, right now. If he would stop, I could pretend he wasn't. I was good at that, wasn't I?
"Ah," a flash of green and sequins came to my rescue. "Just give her a minute and Miss Summers will be back."
"Sugar, go talk to him," Lorne whispered in my ear.
That was all I needed. I tore of my guitar and threw it at Oz, who thankfully caught it. I ran over to him as fast as I could through the crowd. I few people tried to stop me and I think a table of vamps growled at me, but I didn't care.
I stopped breathlessly in front of him. And one look at him took away any breath I had left. He would have to look extra delicious, wouldn't he?
"Hi," I breathed. How lame was that?
"Hi," he smiled awkwardly. About as lame as that was, I guess. Good, we had lameness together. "You sing?"
"Yeah," I nodded. And the lameness keeps on coming.
"Oh," Angel said. "Uh, I'm sorry, I'm just a little- I guess surprised wouldn't be overstating it. I wasn't really expecting to see you again."
"We never do," I answered.
"Yeah," he laughed. I love his laugh and he never did it enough when we were together. It must have had something to do with all the terror. "That's true."
"Why are here?" I asked bluntly. Yeah, I know, smooth.
"Lorne," Angel pointed to the green demon. "He's a friend. And a partner."
"So that was you on the phone when I auditioned," I nodded matter-of- factly.
"Wait," Angel said. "How long have you been here?"
"Uh-," I sputtered. Uh-oh. "Um, that's actually kind of funny. Um- about a month."
"A month?" Angel asked. A slight look of hurt passed over his features. Double uh-oh.
"Yeah," I muttered.
"And, you were busy the whole time?" Angel asked.
"Normally, I would say yes," I said. "But, no. Not really."
"Ok, I'm going to sound incredibility selfish right now, but why didn't you come to see me? We parted on good- well ok terms."
"The same reason you didn't talk to me that Thanksgiving after you left!" I said, getting angry.
"That was different!" Angel cried. "We were different!"
"Yeah, real different," I spat sarcastically. I really hate my temper. "But when I came to see you after that, you practically threw me out!"
"You said your piece and walked out of my office," Angel claimed.
"I'm not talking about the second time," I whispered angrily. "I'm talking about the first time, the real time. You know."
I could feel Angel's gaze on my back as I walked angrily off. I didn't mean to say that. About the "Day That Wasn't". I don't remember any of it, but strangely enough I believe it. Maybe it was the way Cordy had written it down, with tear spots at the bottom of the page. Sometimes, that letter is all that kept me going, hoping on day I could have that.
I jumped up on stage and looked back to where Angel was. Except he wasn't there anymore. He was pushing through the crowd, towards the door. Great Buffy, you ran him off again. Better do something quick.
"Hey, guys," I said to the band. "Change it up. We're going with Find Your Way Back."
The music started and the rush flowed over me again. I just hoped Angel would listen before he left.
I used to get away with so much, now I can't get away. I even thought that it was simple; to say the things I wanted to say. And you told me everything I wanted to hear. And you sold me, now I don't know how I should feel. I should know me, and baby, you would think I knew better.
I'm finding my way back to you, and everything I used to be. And waiting is all that I can do, until you find your way back to me.
What if I said what I was thinking? What if that says too much? When everybody's got a reason, I feel like giving up. And you told me everything I wanted to hear. And you sold me, now I don't know how I should feel. I should know me, and baby, you would think I knew better.
I'm finding my way back to you, and everything I used to be. And waiting is all that I can do, until you find your way back to me.
Until you find your way back to me, I used to get away with so much.
I'm finding my way back to you, and everything I used to be. And waiting is all that I can do, until you find your way back to me.
I used to get away with so much.
I looked up towards the door and saw him lingering there. He nodded to me. I don't' know what he meant; if he meant 'I understand' or if it was just cordiality. But I didn't get to ask him. He walked through the front door the next second.
All I could think was I had screwed up, again.
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Was it worth the wait?
I write, you read, you review, I write more.
The song in this chapter is "Find Your Way Back" by Michelle Branch. I've decided she is my muse.
Disclaimer: SC1.
Feedback: You love me right?
AN: Nothing really.
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Chapter Five: Screwing Up?
God, stop staring at me!
He couldn't hear me, but all I wanted was for him to stop staring. I was way too confused for him to be here, right now. If he would stop, I could pretend he wasn't. I was good at that, wasn't I?
"Ah," a flash of green and sequins came to my rescue. "Just give her a minute and Miss Summers will be back."
"Sugar, go talk to him," Lorne whispered in my ear.
That was all I needed. I tore of my guitar and threw it at Oz, who thankfully caught it. I ran over to him as fast as I could through the crowd. I few people tried to stop me and I think a table of vamps growled at me, but I didn't care.
I stopped breathlessly in front of him. And one look at him took away any breath I had left. He would have to look extra delicious, wouldn't he?
"Hi," I breathed. How lame was that?
"Hi," he smiled awkwardly. About as lame as that was, I guess. Good, we had lameness together. "You sing?"
"Yeah," I nodded. And the lameness keeps on coming.
"Oh," Angel said. "Uh, I'm sorry, I'm just a little- I guess surprised wouldn't be overstating it. I wasn't really expecting to see you again."
"We never do," I answered.
"Yeah," he laughed. I love his laugh and he never did it enough when we were together. It must have had something to do with all the terror. "That's true."
"Why are here?" I asked bluntly. Yeah, I know, smooth.
"Lorne," Angel pointed to the green demon. "He's a friend. And a partner."
"So that was you on the phone when I auditioned," I nodded matter-of- factly.
"Wait," Angel said. "How long have you been here?"
"Uh-," I sputtered. Uh-oh. "Um, that's actually kind of funny. Um- about a month."
"A month?" Angel asked. A slight look of hurt passed over his features. Double uh-oh.
"Yeah," I muttered.
"And, you were busy the whole time?" Angel asked.
"Normally, I would say yes," I said. "But, no. Not really."
"Ok, I'm going to sound incredibility selfish right now, but why didn't you come to see me? We parted on good- well ok terms."
"The same reason you didn't talk to me that Thanksgiving after you left!" I said, getting angry.
"That was different!" Angel cried. "We were different!"
"Yeah, real different," I spat sarcastically. I really hate my temper. "But when I came to see you after that, you practically threw me out!"
"You said your piece and walked out of my office," Angel claimed.
"I'm not talking about the second time," I whispered angrily. "I'm talking about the first time, the real time. You know."
I could feel Angel's gaze on my back as I walked angrily off. I didn't mean to say that. About the "Day That Wasn't". I don't remember any of it, but strangely enough I believe it. Maybe it was the way Cordy had written it down, with tear spots at the bottom of the page. Sometimes, that letter is all that kept me going, hoping on day I could have that.
I jumped up on stage and looked back to where Angel was. Except he wasn't there anymore. He was pushing through the crowd, towards the door. Great Buffy, you ran him off again. Better do something quick.
"Hey, guys," I said to the band. "Change it up. We're going with Find Your Way Back."
The music started and the rush flowed over me again. I just hoped Angel would listen before he left.
I used to get away with so much, now I can't get away. I even thought that it was simple; to say the things I wanted to say. And you told me everything I wanted to hear. And you sold me, now I don't know how I should feel. I should know me, and baby, you would think I knew better.
I'm finding my way back to you, and everything I used to be. And waiting is all that I can do, until you find your way back to me.
What if I said what I was thinking? What if that says too much? When everybody's got a reason, I feel like giving up. And you told me everything I wanted to hear. And you sold me, now I don't know how I should feel. I should know me, and baby, you would think I knew better.
I'm finding my way back to you, and everything I used to be. And waiting is all that I can do, until you find your way back to me.
Until you find your way back to me, I used to get away with so much.
I'm finding my way back to you, and everything I used to be. And waiting is all that I can do, until you find your way back to me.
I used to get away with so much.
I looked up towards the door and saw him lingering there. He nodded to me. I don't' know what he meant; if he meant 'I understand' or if it was just cordiality. But I didn't get to ask him. He walked through the front door the next second.
All I could think was I had screwed up, again.
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Was it worth the wait?
I write, you read, you review, I write more.
The song in this chapter is "Find Your Way Back" by Michelle Branch. I've decided she is my muse.