Author: Emba
Pairings: But of course, B/A! I'm sippin' cold lemonade in this place I like to call denial.
Disclaimer: *shakes head* NOT FREAKIN' MINE!! Why must you always ask?
Authors Note: Update!! Wow!! That was pretty quick if you ask me ... and you probably won't ask so I'll stop talking. Enjoy this chapter. I try my hardest.
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My birthday is in exactly one week. One week and I'm eighteen. I can vote. I can also say to someone, "Hey, we're all adults here," because I *will* be an adult! Ah.the possibilities of an adult life. I can...do...some...non- teenage stuff. I can...well, I don't know, be *cooler*!
God, I'm pathetic. I'm talking about how I'll be *cooler* in a week. Pathetic, pathetic, pathetic.
Tonight is my date with Scott. I've been pondering about what to wear... Pants or a skirt? Do I want to look sexy? Or hard to get? Because...if you go with sexy you could (accidentally) end up looking like a skank, which doesn't look go on me...thus...no sexy outfits tonight. But, sometimes you got to just take it over the edge, right? Or was it...lean over the edge? Touch the edge? Well, I don't remember but the edge is going to be...pretty...leaned over. Or whatever. If you haved noticed metaphors aren't my forte.
But, I'm still a bit peeved about this whole date. The "sexy look" hasn't been picked out or even confirmed that that *is* what I am going to wear. Maybe Scott likes the coy ones. Truth is, I don't know much about Scott! He's like...the loner kid at school that has a few friends, and you think you know the kid...but you don't. Strange, I know, but also true. Well, I guess I'll find out in a few short hours.
Willow called a few minutes ago, gushing about how wonderful it will be for *me* to go out on a date. I almost said, "Why don't YOU go out on a date, Miss-I-like-books-and-nothing-else?" But, I stopped myself, because I knew Willow was only trying to help. She suggested--no, make that *told me* she was coming over. I asked why she was coming over, because I have the situation completely under control, and she laughed and hung up. I guess Willow doesn't have much faith of me and clothes.
I sat on my bed, when Willow burst through my door, smiling ear to ear. Until she noticed I was not dressed for the occasion. I only had sweat pants and a t-shirt on. She frowned. "Wha--Why aren't you dressed for the date?"
"Because, Will, the date is in two and a half hours. I'd be a little early, wouldn't I?"
Willow shrugs and rushes in to my closet. "Well, okay...let's see....what to wear..." A few clothes are thrown on to my bed. "It seems to me Scott likes the coy ones, you know...like 'I'm innocent yet can be very sexy'. So, we can go with this..." She throws a tank top. "And this." And then throws a matching skirt. Cute. Very cute. A *very* cute outfit.
"Wear your hair down...with that cute little clip and you'll look perfect. Maybe you're choker or a necklace will go with the outfit! Ooh, I'm so excited!" She giggled and the moved to leave the room. "Now, change and tell me when you're done." Willow closed the door behind her and I was left. Alone. Staring at the floor.
Shoudn't I be more excited about this? Shouldn't I be overly giddy? With a capital *gid*? Well, I'm not. Does that say something? Yes. It does. It says this: 'I do not want to go.' Plain and simple. Why, oh why, am I doing this?
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I walk in to the Bronze with Willow because Scott and I decided to meet there at 8:00 sharp. It seems to me the term sharp was forgotten by Scott, seeing as he is not here yet. Great. If I get stood up life will suck. More than it has lately. Which is saying a lot since, life is of the major suckage.
Willow tells me to sit on a couch casually and wait. Oh great. I get to sit *by myself* on a couch with *no one* to talk to. Sounds very casual.
I do as she says, knowing that if I don't...I will be killed. While waiting, I mused about the day I had. Doyle's first day of school in America. I think he found it strange, but very good that he was in a co-ed school. I caught him staring Cordelia's way a few times. And the strange thing was... she was staring his way once or twice as well.
Strange....
"Hey, Buffy." Scott comes up to me and sits beside me. "Scott. Hey." I answer, unsure of what else to say. "Sorry I'm late." He apologized nervously.
"No prob. I wasn't here long anyways." I say back, trying to be as casual as possible. This is going to be either a very awkward night or a very fun night. I'm leaning toward awkward myself...but, who knows?
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Scott and I are ending our date at this very moment. Wondering how it went? Let me tell you...
First Stage of Date: Eating and/or drinking at our table. While eating...we talked. Not much to talk about but I know some more about Scott.
Second Stage of Date: Dancing. Well...sort of. Scott was a bit nervous (is he ever anything other than nervous?) about the dancing portion of the date, but he seemed to have some fun. Plus, the band rocked!
Third Stage of Date: More talking. This time on the couch.
Fourth Stage of Date: The goodbye's...in which we are doing at this moment....
We stand outside the Bronze, both looking at each other NERVOUSLY. Is he going to kiss me? Because that may not be a good idea. First date kisses never end up good for me. In 7th grade I started dating Josh Trentment...and he was my first "boyfriend"....if I should even call him that anymore. He would pretend I wasn't there during social outings but all alone he'd be all, "Let's make out." How very romantic. Later on, when my other *girl* best friend Faith (who tragically moved away two years ago) told me that her many boyfriends would put music on and go all out before they would kiss her...I realized my boyfriend sucked. In some ways...I think it was because I kissed him the first "date". I told you when I was twelve things sucked more than they do now! Plus, I think 7th grade was a little early to be having boyfriends. But, what do I know? I had like...three in my whole freakin' life!!!
"So...I'll call you. Or we'll talk tomorrow. Maybe we can do this again." He smiles.
"Oh, yeah. Of course. We'll talk." I take a small step back. "Bye." Scott waves, backing up as well. "See ya." I answer, smiling my best smile. He's cute. That's all I can say. He's not burning up that he's so hot. But, he's cute. As I walk away I think....am I actually moving on? Can I? This is way depressing. I need ice cream.
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The next day Angel, Doyle and I walked to school. It seems Angel didn't have much to talk about...at all. Meaning he didn't talk. He looks so confused now a days. I wonder what's going on...he doesn't tell me much anymore and I almost think his confusion is about the math homework Mrs. Spelling gave us yesterday. Seriously, math is so confusing! Especially trig. Imagine me shuddering right about....now. Trig sucks.
Back to the point, Doyle was unexpectedly chatty while Angel was silent.
During the day, Scott seemed to...follow me around a little. I would go to lunch and sit somewhere....and he's sit right next to me. Or, I'd go to class and he'd walk me there and say goodbye and then rush to his class just as the bell would ring. It's not exactly a turn on when a guy follows you everywhere.
It was great to finally get out of school. I practically ran home to get away from everything. Willow nagging me about my date last night, Xander and the new girl, Anya sucking face, (Did I fail to mention they were named an item two nights ago? Well, they are and all they do is make out in front of us. Well...not all the time. Sometimes they'll have conversations) and Angel being uncharacteristically silent--even for him!
I walk in and close the door and sigh. Ah...silence. It's nice to hear every now and then. Mom's probably at work-- "Buffy! Come to the kitchen for a minute!" Oh CRAP. More noise. Maybe she just wants me to pick out some take out food for our dinner tonight...or something.
"What?" I say as I walk in. I spot about a million pamphlets all on the island in our kitchen.
"Let's look at some colleges! How about it? The end of high school is soon approaching and we want you to go to a good school." She says, smiling as she flashes some college brochures.
Today sucks. I know I use the term 'sucks' often...but truly it does.
Angel-shaped-tension + Scott following me around + Mom in college overdrive + Me still being hopelessly in love with Angel = Crap.
That is a very true statement. Don't you think?
It's like I'm stuck in a bad 80's movie.
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"Buffy... I was thinking...maybe, tomorrow or something, we could... you know, go on another date or something. You know if you want to." Scott says the next day, after stopping me before I went in to class.
I look at him. I mean, really, look at him. Do I want to go another date with him? Yes. I think I do. I mean, since when does Angel love me the way I love him? If you haven't noticed, I'm not in to the kind of brother- sister love with Angel.
"Of course. Where do you wanna go?"
Scott pauses for a second. "Friday night I'll meet you at the coffee shop on Crestford Avenue."
"Okay sounds good to me." I smile, encouragingly. He smiles back. "Good. Then... I'll see you Friday." He walks away and I step in to class with a nice smile on my face... a very small one, but still a nice smile. Maybe this is what some people like to call 'moving on'. Or maybe... it's called 'kidding myself'. I'll figure it out soon enough.
TBC
Sorry I didn't have much Doyle or...Angel...or Xander or Anya in this chapter but I was in a hurry because of me going on vacation then right after that going to basketball camp then right after that try-outs for field hockey for my highschool. So, I'm definetly busy til at least August 14. You'll have to wait until then for my next chapter but, I promise I will update right away when I get back. And please keep on sendin' the feedback! It's the greatest feeling ever! Here are some special thanks to those that gave me some on my last chapter: Tutu, Angel Davis, Rbritsmom73, Meg586, amiee, GoodCharlottesGurl, Jillian Ryn, courtney, nicole, and spoiledsquish! The next chapter I write is a *major* chapter and will definitely be either long, or meaningful. You will not have to wait long for B/A goodness, don't worry. Okay, now review and I will update as soon as I can!
Pairings: But of course, B/A! I'm sippin' cold lemonade in this place I like to call denial.
Disclaimer: *shakes head* NOT FREAKIN' MINE!! Why must you always ask?
Authors Note: Update!! Wow!! That was pretty quick if you ask me ... and you probably won't ask so I'll stop talking. Enjoy this chapter. I try my hardest.
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My birthday is in exactly one week. One week and I'm eighteen. I can vote. I can also say to someone, "Hey, we're all adults here," because I *will* be an adult! Ah.the possibilities of an adult life. I can...do...some...non- teenage stuff. I can...well, I don't know, be *cooler*!
God, I'm pathetic. I'm talking about how I'll be *cooler* in a week. Pathetic, pathetic, pathetic.
Tonight is my date with Scott. I've been pondering about what to wear... Pants or a skirt? Do I want to look sexy? Or hard to get? Because...if you go with sexy you could (accidentally) end up looking like a skank, which doesn't look go on me...thus...no sexy outfits tonight. But, sometimes you got to just take it over the edge, right? Or was it...lean over the edge? Touch the edge? Well, I don't remember but the edge is going to be...pretty...leaned over. Or whatever. If you haved noticed metaphors aren't my forte.
But, I'm still a bit peeved about this whole date. The "sexy look" hasn't been picked out or even confirmed that that *is* what I am going to wear. Maybe Scott likes the coy ones. Truth is, I don't know much about Scott! He's like...the loner kid at school that has a few friends, and you think you know the kid...but you don't. Strange, I know, but also true. Well, I guess I'll find out in a few short hours.
Willow called a few minutes ago, gushing about how wonderful it will be for *me* to go out on a date. I almost said, "Why don't YOU go out on a date, Miss-I-like-books-and-nothing-else?" But, I stopped myself, because I knew Willow was only trying to help. She suggested--no, make that *told me* she was coming over. I asked why she was coming over, because I have the situation completely under control, and she laughed and hung up. I guess Willow doesn't have much faith of me and clothes.
I sat on my bed, when Willow burst through my door, smiling ear to ear. Until she noticed I was not dressed for the occasion. I only had sweat pants and a t-shirt on. She frowned. "Wha--Why aren't you dressed for the date?"
"Because, Will, the date is in two and a half hours. I'd be a little early, wouldn't I?"
Willow shrugs and rushes in to my closet. "Well, okay...let's see....what to wear..." A few clothes are thrown on to my bed. "It seems to me Scott likes the coy ones, you know...like 'I'm innocent yet can be very sexy'. So, we can go with this..." She throws a tank top. "And this." And then throws a matching skirt. Cute. Very cute. A *very* cute outfit.
"Wear your hair down...with that cute little clip and you'll look perfect. Maybe you're choker or a necklace will go with the outfit! Ooh, I'm so excited!" She giggled and the moved to leave the room. "Now, change and tell me when you're done." Willow closed the door behind her and I was left. Alone. Staring at the floor.
Shoudn't I be more excited about this? Shouldn't I be overly giddy? With a capital *gid*? Well, I'm not. Does that say something? Yes. It does. It says this: 'I do not want to go.' Plain and simple. Why, oh why, am I doing this?
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I walk in to the Bronze with Willow because Scott and I decided to meet there at 8:00 sharp. It seems to me the term sharp was forgotten by Scott, seeing as he is not here yet. Great. If I get stood up life will suck. More than it has lately. Which is saying a lot since, life is of the major suckage.
Willow tells me to sit on a couch casually and wait. Oh great. I get to sit *by myself* on a couch with *no one* to talk to. Sounds very casual.
I do as she says, knowing that if I don't...I will be killed. While waiting, I mused about the day I had. Doyle's first day of school in America. I think he found it strange, but very good that he was in a co-ed school. I caught him staring Cordelia's way a few times. And the strange thing was... she was staring his way once or twice as well.
Strange....
"Hey, Buffy." Scott comes up to me and sits beside me. "Scott. Hey." I answer, unsure of what else to say. "Sorry I'm late." He apologized nervously.
"No prob. I wasn't here long anyways." I say back, trying to be as casual as possible. This is going to be either a very awkward night or a very fun night. I'm leaning toward awkward myself...but, who knows?
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Scott and I are ending our date at this very moment. Wondering how it went? Let me tell you...
First Stage of Date: Eating and/or drinking at our table. While eating...we talked. Not much to talk about but I know some more about Scott.
Second Stage of Date: Dancing. Well...sort of. Scott was a bit nervous (is he ever anything other than nervous?) about the dancing portion of the date, but he seemed to have some fun. Plus, the band rocked!
Third Stage of Date: More talking. This time on the couch.
Fourth Stage of Date: The goodbye's...in which we are doing at this moment....
We stand outside the Bronze, both looking at each other NERVOUSLY. Is he going to kiss me? Because that may not be a good idea. First date kisses never end up good for me. In 7th grade I started dating Josh Trentment...and he was my first "boyfriend"....if I should even call him that anymore. He would pretend I wasn't there during social outings but all alone he'd be all, "Let's make out." How very romantic. Later on, when my other *girl* best friend Faith (who tragically moved away two years ago) told me that her many boyfriends would put music on and go all out before they would kiss her...I realized my boyfriend sucked. In some ways...I think it was because I kissed him the first "date". I told you when I was twelve things sucked more than they do now! Plus, I think 7th grade was a little early to be having boyfriends. But, what do I know? I had like...three in my whole freakin' life!!!
"So...I'll call you. Or we'll talk tomorrow. Maybe we can do this again." He smiles.
"Oh, yeah. Of course. We'll talk." I take a small step back. "Bye." Scott waves, backing up as well. "See ya." I answer, smiling my best smile. He's cute. That's all I can say. He's not burning up that he's so hot. But, he's cute. As I walk away I think....am I actually moving on? Can I? This is way depressing. I need ice cream.
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The next day Angel, Doyle and I walked to school. It seems Angel didn't have much to talk about...at all. Meaning he didn't talk. He looks so confused now a days. I wonder what's going on...he doesn't tell me much anymore and I almost think his confusion is about the math homework Mrs. Spelling gave us yesterday. Seriously, math is so confusing! Especially trig. Imagine me shuddering right about....now. Trig sucks.
Back to the point, Doyle was unexpectedly chatty while Angel was silent.
During the day, Scott seemed to...follow me around a little. I would go to lunch and sit somewhere....and he's sit right next to me. Or, I'd go to class and he'd walk me there and say goodbye and then rush to his class just as the bell would ring. It's not exactly a turn on when a guy follows you everywhere.
It was great to finally get out of school. I practically ran home to get away from everything. Willow nagging me about my date last night, Xander and the new girl, Anya sucking face, (Did I fail to mention they were named an item two nights ago? Well, they are and all they do is make out in front of us. Well...not all the time. Sometimes they'll have conversations) and Angel being uncharacteristically silent--even for him!
I walk in and close the door and sigh. Ah...silence. It's nice to hear every now and then. Mom's probably at work-- "Buffy! Come to the kitchen for a minute!" Oh CRAP. More noise. Maybe she just wants me to pick out some take out food for our dinner tonight...or something.
"What?" I say as I walk in. I spot about a million pamphlets all on the island in our kitchen.
"Let's look at some colleges! How about it? The end of high school is soon approaching and we want you to go to a good school." She says, smiling as she flashes some college brochures.
Today sucks. I know I use the term 'sucks' often...but truly it does.
Angel-shaped-tension + Scott following me around + Mom in college overdrive + Me still being hopelessly in love with Angel = Crap.
That is a very true statement. Don't you think?
It's like I'm stuck in a bad 80's movie.
*
"Buffy... I was thinking...maybe, tomorrow or something, we could... you know, go on another date or something. You know if you want to." Scott says the next day, after stopping me before I went in to class.
I look at him. I mean, really, look at him. Do I want to go another date with him? Yes. I think I do. I mean, since when does Angel love me the way I love him? If you haven't noticed, I'm not in to the kind of brother- sister love with Angel.
"Of course. Where do you wanna go?"
Scott pauses for a second. "Friday night I'll meet you at the coffee shop on Crestford Avenue."
"Okay sounds good to me." I smile, encouragingly. He smiles back. "Good. Then... I'll see you Friday." He walks away and I step in to class with a nice smile on my face... a very small one, but still a nice smile. Maybe this is what some people like to call 'moving on'. Or maybe... it's called 'kidding myself'. I'll figure it out soon enough.
TBC
Sorry I didn't have much Doyle or...Angel...or Xander or Anya in this chapter but I was in a hurry because of me going on vacation then right after that going to basketball camp then right after that try-outs for field hockey for my highschool. So, I'm definetly busy til at least August 14. You'll have to wait until then for my next chapter but, I promise I will update right away when I get back. And please keep on sendin' the feedback! It's the greatest feeling ever! Here are some special thanks to those that gave me some on my last chapter: Tutu, Angel Davis, Rbritsmom73, Meg586, amiee, GoodCharlottesGurl, Jillian Ryn, courtney, nicole, and spoiledsquish! The next chapter I write is a *major* chapter and will definitely be either long, or meaningful. You will not have to wait long for B/A goodness, don't worry. Okay, now review and I will update as soon as I can!