Dawn bounded down the stairs of the Summers' residence. Today was a good day, for a start, it was going to be normal. So points for that. There was school, and pizza and the SiT's far, far away. We're talking triple bonus points for the last fact. Not that she didn't really love having everything so chaotic and upturned and basically shitty, wait, crap, that's right; she really didn't love that. Still, no worries, smile firmly in place meant nice hot breakfast that was coincidentally following a just finished hot shower! Do I need to mention how many points that was chalking up?
Dawn practically skipped into the kitchen. The sun was shining, pancakes were a-wafting scrumptious smelling smells and she looked damn good today, even if she did say so herself. The leather trousers were a sung fit and the baby blue jumper clung in *all* the right places. *And I pull it all off without looking like a slut* she thought triumphantly. Andrew pushed a pancake stashed plate in her direction and was practically drooling, which was definitely not anything to do with the food, Dawn noted with a smile. She threw down what was on her plate and shouted thanks as she headed for the door. Just as she reached it Xander opened it and stopped, mid hallway, mid sentence and mid awe.
"Err, Dawn? I'm not so sure, well, err, Buffy? Not thinking she would be too? Word? Please? Suddenly things that make sentence in far gone place." A smirk slid onto Dawn's face and she just strode past him and down the path, towards the car. After a moment Xander found exactly what he was looking for.
"Dawnie? I pretty sure Buffy would have my entrails for appetisers if I let you go out like that, let alone attend school like that." At this point Dawn stopped and slowly turned around, much to Xander's dismay, as he realised with a jolt that he was enjoying a rather enticing view of Dawn's ass. Something definitely not good in that fact, he thought.
"Okay. Hi, I'm Dawn Summers. 17 years old and not owned by my hypocritical, super sonic, power having sister. You might know her, Buffy Summers?" Dawn rolled her eyes light heartedly at Xander who cracked a grin back.
"As true as that may be Dawn Summers, who is, I am very aware, 17, entrails and appetisers? Are we still not getting this imagery? You and I both know Buffy's a 'stake then speculate' kinda gal. Or in my case 'gut then speculate'." His face had kind of dropped into a frown whilst he considered the latter part of what he had just said but his eyes still danced with amusement. Dawn looked at him with a sympathetic look before turning and carrying on towards the car, stopping only to look back at him over her shoulder. She grinned wolfishly,
"While Buffy's away, Dawnie will play. 'Fraid there ain't nothing you can do about that Xan'!" Dawn then climbed into the car and pulled the door shut. He sighed heavily; did she have to be so right, or so stubborn or so totally dead on that Buffy would be being a hypocrite considering her teenage fashion sense? Did she have to look so good for a 17 year old girl? She was going to break some hearts, probably his if he were a bit younger! So totally got to stop thinking like that Xander, he thought. Sure, so they connected, she was supposed to be like his little sister! Nope, he thought, more like a best friend, a best friend that looked damn good in leather!
"God help me…." He muttered under his breath as he followed Dawn's lead and headed for the car.
Dawn ran blindly down the halls of Sunnydale high school. Apparently putting your lipstick on between the warning bell and the actual bell resulted in you being late. Who knew? Suddenly a large, loud pulse resounded through the school and Dawn was sent flying onto her back. When she finally found her bearings again she scrambled up and pulled everything back into her bag. She started to run again and just as she was picking up speed and rounding the corner she collided with a very sorry somebody.
"Ugh. The floor and I seem to be becoming far too acquainted today." Dawn put a hand to her head.
"Here, can I help you up?" She grabbed the hand that was offered to her and used it to pull herself up.
"I guess being late is a dead set no-" Dawn stopped dead when she met the eyes staring at her intently and saw the lopsided grin across his face. Dawn looked around frantically. Still in my own body? Check. Still in Sunnydale High? Check, not so certain on same world, though. Bizarro land all over again? Well, we have one teenaged Xander. Or doppelganger? Could be, but me or him? At this point Dawn saw a large, male hand being waved in front of her face.
"Are you okay? Do I know you? I haven't seen you around before. Do you happen to know where the G-man is? Wait, that would be Giles, the librarian. Stuffy old English guy, big on the tweed?" Dawn stifled a laugh.
"Xander?" Dawn swallowed. "You're going to have to trust me, we need to talk." She looked around frantically before seeing that she was actually standing right in front of the library. Ahhh, hence the Giles fanatic here. Xander smiled at the brunette standing in front of him,
"That won't be a problem. Not with the me, and the here and the you." The lopsided grin returned and Dawn couldn't help but melt. Yeah so she was butter, who gives a damn. Suddenly a rather concerned look attacked his facial features. "Wait, you're not going to try and eat me or perhaps bite my head off with a bitch-assed remark are you?" It took a few seconds for Dawn to follow but when she clicked she couldn't help but smile.
"Nah, don't worry, I'm not going to string you to a rack and bleed you either!" Xander stopped immediately, strangely very panicked.
"Say what now?!" Dawn just burst into uncontrolled laughter. This was going to be *sweet* !
Dawn practically skipped into the kitchen. The sun was shining, pancakes were a-wafting scrumptious smelling smells and she looked damn good today, even if she did say so herself. The leather trousers were a sung fit and the baby blue jumper clung in *all* the right places. *And I pull it all off without looking like a slut* she thought triumphantly. Andrew pushed a pancake stashed plate in her direction and was practically drooling, which was definitely not anything to do with the food, Dawn noted with a smile. She threw down what was on her plate and shouted thanks as she headed for the door. Just as she reached it Xander opened it and stopped, mid hallway, mid sentence and mid awe.
"Err, Dawn? I'm not so sure, well, err, Buffy? Not thinking she would be too? Word? Please? Suddenly things that make sentence in far gone place." A smirk slid onto Dawn's face and she just strode past him and down the path, towards the car. After a moment Xander found exactly what he was looking for.
"Dawnie? I pretty sure Buffy would have my entrails for appetisers if I let you go out like that, let alone attend school like that." At this point Dawn stopped and slowly turned around, much to Xander's dismay, as he realised with a jolt that he was enjoying a rather enticing view of Dawn's ass. Something definitely not good in that fact, he thought.
"Okay. Hi, I'm Dawn Summers. 17 years old and not owned by my hypocritical, super sonic, power having sister. You might know her, Buffy Summers?" Dawn rolled her eyes light heartedly at Xander who cracked a grin back.
"As true as that may be Dawn Summers, who is, I am very aware, 17, entrails and appetisers? Are we still not getting this imagery? You and I both know Buffy's a 'stake then speculate' kinda gal. Or in my case 'gut then speculate'." His face had kind of dropped into a frown whilst he considered the latter part of what he had just said but his eyes still danced with amusement. Dawn looked at him with a sympathetic look before turning and carrying on towards the car, stopping only to look back at him over her shoulder. She grinned wolfishly,
"While Buffy's away, Dawnie will play. 'Fraid there ain't nothing you can do about that Xan'!" Dawn then climbed into the car and pulled the door shut. He sighed heavily; did she have to be so right, or so stubborn or so totally dead on that Buffy would be being a hypocrite considering her teenage fashion sense? Did she have to look so good for a 17 year old girl? She was going to break some hearts, probably his if he were a bit younger! So totally got to stop thinking like that Xander, he thought. Sure, so they connected, she was supposed to be like his little sister! Nope, he thought, more like a best friend, a best friend that looked damn good in leather!
"God help me…." He muttered under his breath as he followed Dawn's lead and headed for the car.
Dawn ran blindly down the halls of Sunnydale high school. Apparently putting your lipstick on between the warning bell and the actual bell resulted in you being late. Who knew? Suddenly a large, loud pulse resounded through the school and Dawn was sent flying onto her back. When she finally found her bearings again she scrambled up and pulled everything back into her bag. She started to run again and just as she was picking up speed and rounding the corner she collided with a very sorry somebody.
"Ugh. The floor and I seem to be becoming far too acquainted today." Dawn put a hand to her head.
"Here, can I help you up?" She grabbed the hand that was offered to her and used it to pull herself up.
"I guess being late is a dead set no-" Dawn stopped dead when she met the eyes staring at her intently and saw the lopsided grin across his face. Dawn looked around frantically. Still in my own body? Check. Still in Sunnydale High? Check, not so certain on same world, though. Bizarro land all over again? Well, we have one teenaged Xander. Or doppelganger? Could be, but me or him? At this point Dawn saw a large, male hand being waved in front of her face.
"Are you okay? Do I know you? I haven't seen you around before. Do you happen to know where the G-man is? Wait, that would be Giles, the librarian. Stuffy old English guy, big on the tweed?" Dawn stifled a laugh.
"Xander?" Dawn swallowed. "You're going to have to trust me, we need to talk." She looked around frantically before seeing that she was actually standing right in front of the library. Ahhh, hence the Giles fanatic here. Xander smiled at the brunette standing in front of him,
"That won't be a problem. Not with the me, and the here and the you." The lopsided grin returned and Dawn couldn't help but melt. Yeah so she was butter, who gives a damn. Suddenly a rather concerned look attacked his facial features. "Wait, you're not going to try and eat me or perhaps bite my head off with a bitch-assed remark are you?" It took a few seconds for Dawn to follow but when she clicked she couldn't help but smile.
"Nah, don't worry, I'm not going to string you to a rack and bleed you either!" Xander stopped immediately, strangely very panicked.
"Say what now?!" Dawn just burst into uncontrolled laughter. This was going to be *sweet* !