Title: A Touch of Sunnydale- Chapter 3, I Really Hate Being a Key
A/N: sorry for the delay in updates, Julius Caesar and his cookies took precedence. Thanks for those who Reviewed (Yes Britney He will appear, just not yet), with out further ado…..
This is the library, it's massive; it could fit the entire Hyperion in here and still have room left over. It is full of books, lots and lots of books; more books than I've ever seen. You could probably read in here forever and not finish. Alright I must focus, I have a list of necessary books and must not get side tracked, and… I could get lost in here, I need bread crumbs.
Psychology 101… Psychology 101… I am going to need a Psychiatrist if I can't find Psyc… Ah ha! Now to reach Psychology 101, and then...Thunk. I knew that was gonna happen.
"I am so sorry." Oh great, I drop a book on the head of the first hot guy I meet in college. And Great again, now I'm turning a vibrant shade of puce, one of the less flattering colors.
"That's okay, what are you looking for?" Oh God, those are good eyes to have. Also good arms to have, and a good smile to have, and… I can't believe I dropped a book on his head. I point at the book, oh great, why did I point, that was stupid. Yes now I should go drool on his shoes, 'cause that's attractive. "Here you go, Psyc 101, when do you have it?"
"I honestly don't remember when I have any of my classes, but I wrote down a list of books I needed. Thank you so much, I'm not used to feeling short." Oh great make yourself sound like a tall freak, smart.
"This place will do that to you. So you're a freshman?"
"Yeah how did you know?" Is it that obvious, I don't think I look all freshmeny, I hope I'm not freshmany, is that even a word?
"Your still looking for books, homework isn't mandatory, they just tell that to freshmen. Where are you from any way?"
"Originally L.A., then Sunnydale, and then Cleveland for a year, but I liked Sunnydale the best." I'm starting to sound less dumb this is good.
"Sunnydale, the place that collapsed?"
"Yep, but I've just nicknamed it the Hellmouth." Ha, he smiled, I made him smile, still a good smile. Buzz, great, there goes the beeper. It's Angel, 911. "It was nice talking to you, but I've got to go"
"I'll see you around Dawn." He knows my name, how does he know my name?
"How do you know my name?"
"I read your necklace."
"Oh." My beeper goes off again. God I wish Peaches would lose that number. Now I have to end on a lame note for the safety of the world. I really hate being the key.
A/N: sorry for the delay in updates, Julius Caesar and his cookies took precedence. Thanks for those who Reviewed (Yes Britney He will appear, just not yet), with out further ado…..
This is the library, it's massive; it could fit the entire Hyperion in here and still have room left over. It is full of books, lots and lots of books; more books than I've ever seen. You could probably read in here forever and not finish. Alright I must focus, I have a list of necessary books and must not get side tracked, and… I could get lost in here, I need bread crumbs.
Psychology 101… Psychology 101… I am going to need a Psychiatrist if I can't find Psyc… Ah ha! Now to reach Psychology 101, and then...Thunk. I knew that was gonna happen.
"I am so sorry." Oh great, I drop a book on the head of the first hot guy I meet in college. And Great again, now I'm turning a vibrant shade of puce, one of the less flattering colors.
"That's okay, what are you looking for?" Oh God, those are good eyes to have. Also good arms to have, and a good smile to have, and… I can't believe I dropped a book on his head. I point at the book, oh great, why did I point, that was stupid. Yes now I should go drool on his shoes, 'cause that's attractive. "Here you go, Psyc 101, when do you have it?"
"I honestly don't remember when I have any of my classes, but I wrote down a list of books I needed. Thank you so much, I'm not used to feeling short." Oh great make yourself sound like a tall freak, smart.
"This place will do that to you. So you're a freshman?"
"Yeah how did you know?" Is it that obvious, I don't think I look all freshmeny, I hope I'm not freshmany, is that even a word?
"Your still looking for books, homework isn't mandatory, they just tell that to freshmen. Where are you from any way?"
"Originally L.A., then Sunnydale, and then Cleveland for a year, but I liked Sunnydale the best." I'm starting to sound less dumb this is good.
"Sunnydale, the place that collapsed?"
"Yep, but I've just nicknamed it the Hellmouth." Ha, he smiled, I made him smile, still a good smile. Buzz, great, there goes the beeper. It's Angel, 911. "It was nice talking to you, but I've got to go"
"I'll see you around Dawn." He knows my name, how does he know my name?
"How do you know my name?"
"I read your necklace."
"Oh." My beeper goes off again. God I wish Peaches would lose that number. Now I have to end on a lame note for the safety of the world. I really hate being the key.