Author: Emba
Disclaimer: I have no witty comments, so I'll just say this: they are not mine.
Authors Note: I'm extremely sorry for not updating sooner. I have just had almost no motivation to do this next chapter because of my blank brain when it comes to how and if Buffy's gonna break up with Scott. But, I'd like to thank short one who is my motivation and the other reviewers, you guy's rock. Oh yeah, and sorry if this chapter isn't very witty, I had finals last week and my brains still dead from them.
I pop a CD in to my CD player in my room and slide back under the covers of my bed. Ya know that feeling when you just look at your bed and it looks so comfy and warm and nice and peaceful and safe and--- okay, getting back to the point... You just see your bed and it makes you want to sleep in it forever. Well, that's the way I feel except it's 10,000,000 times stronger. I didn't realize how much stress this Scott situation has put on me. And now, the stress is starting to pull me down.
Sleep is nice. Very, very, nice. I think I could sleep for 10 years if my mother would let me. But, every time I sleep past 11:00 she barges in my room yelling in a singsong voice, "Good morning, good morning!" Usually, I growl and hiss at her until she retreats, but after that I can never get back to sleep for some reason. Aren't teenagers supposed to be pros at sleeping? Like, can't we just fall asleep in under 3 seconds at any time, place, or in any condition? Well, I guess the same rules don't apply to me...damn it.
As I was saying sleep is great... it's really very amazing... it's just...great...
OH CRAP!! It's 8:15!! I just randomly fell asleep in the middle of my thoughts and now here I am, late for my date -- break up date with Scott! Not that I'm itching to go, I just NEED to get this over with.
I race out of bed and look in the mirror. I look like I just fell asleep for hours, which I did do. but, still... I look like it. My hair looks like a cat draped across my head. This is complete crap. Running in to my closet, I throw out a pair of tight jeans, a halter, and a thin zip up sweater to go over it. I practically jump in to the clothes and then I work hard on my hair. Finally, I get it to stop sticking up and put it in to a tiny ponytail.
I run down the stairs quickly and reach for my keys as I open the door -- CRAP. Where the hell are my keys?! I know I left them here. I don't have a car, but I do have keys to my mothers car and I'm pretty sure that I -- Wait...Where's my mother?!
"Mom!!" I scream, running through the kitchen and throughout the house, chanting her name. I run past the refrigerator and catch a glimpse of something, checking to see what it was I see it's a post it attached to the refrigerator door. "What the hell?"
It says the following:
Buffy,
I'm out to dinner with a client who is looking to buy something in the gallery. I saw you were asleep upstairs and I didn't want to wake you up, so I took the car and left. Oh yes, and I left my car keys at Judy's house last night, so I had to use yours. Sorry, dear. Be back later tonight.
- Mom
I groan loudly. How the hell did she FORGET her keys at someone's house? Didn't she have to DRIVE home? This is insane. Now, I have no car. And it's 8:30. I'm a half an hour late and I have to break up with Scott. My life is so much like a teen drama on the WB that it scares me. I guess I'll have to run to the Bronze. Sighing, I jog out of the house and sprint up the street, on my way to break up with poor Scott Hope.
Running through the doors of the Bronze, I take a breath and place my hands on my bent knees and relax for a minute. Good thing it's a cool night out or I'd look like a sweaty slob...right now I just look like a regular slob.
I take a deep breath and venture in to the hoard of dancing teenagers, trying to find Scott. I spot him at the bar, sipping on what looks like a coke. I slip through the crowd and greet him somewhat somberly, "Scott."
He turns, looking surprised. "Buffy, I didn't think you were gonna show." My brow furrows and I glance at my watch, 9:00. "What took you so long?" His voice is a little irritated.
I smile nervously, "I was just trying to be fashionably late." I suck at lying. He stares at me and arcs his eyebrows, giving me the look of 'I know you're lying'.
I exhale, "I fell asleep and then I had no car, so I had to run here." I state clearly, taking the empty seat next to him. He nodded, his eyes still showing signs of disappointment. I sigh, and decide I should probably take the plunge in to break-up conversation.
"I think we need to talk." Scott nods, almost knowingly. "I know."
"What do you mean you know?"
He looks at me, his eyes sad. "You want to break up with me."
My eyes widen and then return to their normal size. I think about denying it...
I sigh, "How did you know?"
Scott shrugs and takes a swig of his coke. "The vibes you were giving off. You came to my house today, looking nervous. I put two and two together and this is what it equaled."
"I'm sorry." I'm so lame. All I can think of it: I'm sorry? Why am I such a freak? I can't even think of anything comforting to say to him.
He smiles sadly, taking my hand in his. "You know Buffy, it was really great dating you. At the beginning of our relationship I thought that you were amazing and this is all you had to give... but when I see you around that Angel guy, I see you're one hundred times better and that you have so much more to give to someone. You like him. I can see it."
I bite my lip from crying. He's so sweet. My eyes water up and with my free hand I wipe the edges of my eyes. "I'm sorry." I repeat. WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME?!?!?!? Why can't I give him some comfort?!
"It's okay." He replies, almost smiling at my lack of words. I struggle for more to say, "I hope we can still be friends." I croak out, looking at him seriously. He nods, "Of course."
After small moment of silence, he lets go of my hand and stands up. "You're a great person, Buffy. But, I gotta go now, so I'll see you around."
I give him a small smile and nod, "See ya." He smiles back, and slowly walks away.
I sit there for a minute, then I look at the bartender and he's giving me a weird look, so I get up a jet outta there. I've had enough drama for one night.
TBC Again, sorry for the long wait. And if this chapter is crap, please tell me.
Next chapter: B/A goodness!
Please review!
Disclaimer: I have no witty comments, so I'll just say this: they are not mine.
Authors Note: I'm extremely sorry for not updating sooner. I have just had almost no motivation to do this next chapter because of my blank brain when it comes to how and if Buffy's gonna break up with Scott. But, I'd like to thank short one who is my motivation and the other reviewers, you guy's rock. Oh yeah, and sorry if this chapter isn't very witty, I had finals last week and my brains still dead from them.
I pop a CD in to my CD player in my room and slide back under the covers of my bed. Ya know that feeling when you just look at your bed and it looks so comfy and warm and nice and peaceful and safe and--- okay, getting back to the point... You just see your bed and it makes you want to sleep in it forever. Well, that's the way I feel except it's 10,000,000 times stronger. I didn't realize how much stress this Scott situation has put on me. And now, the stress is starting to pull me down.
Sleep is nice. Very, very, nice. I think I could sleep for 10 years if my mother would let me. But, every time I sleep past 11:00 she barges in my room yelling in a singsong voice, "Good morning, good morning!" Usually, I growl and hiss at her until she retreats, but after that I can never get back to sleep for some reason. Aren't teenagers supposed to be pros at sleeping? Like, can't we just fall asleep in under 3 seconds at any time, place, or in any condition? Well, I guess the same rules don't apply to me...damn it.
As I was saying sleep is great... it's really very amazing... it's just...great...
OH CRAP!! It's 8:15!! I just randomly fell asleep in the middle of my thoughts and now here I am, late for my date -- break up date with Scott! Not that I'm itching to go, I just NEED to get this over with.
I race out of bed and look in the mirror. I look like I just fell asleep for hours, which I did do. but, still... I look like it. My hair looks like a cat draped across my head. This is complete crap. Running in to my closet, I throw out a pair of tight jeans, a halter, and a thin zip up sweater to go over it. I practically jump in to the clothes and then I work hard on my hair. Finally, I get it to stop sticking up and put it in to a tiny ponytail.
I run down the stairs quickly and reach for my keys as I open the door -- CRAP. Where the hell are my keys?! I know I left them here. I don't have a car, but I do have keys to my mothers car and I'm pretty sure that I -- Wait...Where's my mother?!
"Mom!!" I scream, running through the kitchen and throughout the house, chanting her name. I run past the refrigerator and catch a glimpse of something, checking to see what it was I see it's a post it attached to the refrigerator door. "What the hell?"
It says the following:
Buffy,
I'm out to dinner with a client who is looking to buy something in the gallery. I saw you were asleep upstairs and I didn't want to wake you up, so I took the car and left. Oh yes, and I left my car keys at Judy's house last night, so I had to use yours. Sorry, dear. Be back later tonight.
- Mom
I groan loudly. How the hell did she FORGET her keys at someone's house? Didn't she have to DRIVE home? This is insane. Now, I have no car. And it's 8:30. I'm a half an hour late and I have to break up with Scott. My life is so much like a teen drama on the WB that it scares me. I guess I'll have to run to the Bronze. Sighing, I jog out of the house and sprint up the street, on my way to break up with poor Scott Hope.
Running through the doors of the Bronze, I take a breath and place my hands on my bent knees and relax for a minute. Good thing it's a cool night out or I'd look like a sweaty slob...right now I just look like a regular slob.
I take a deep breath and venture in to the hoard of dancing teenagers, trying to find Scott. I spot him at the bar, sipping on what looks like a coke. I slip through the crowd and greet him somewhat somberly, "Scott."
He turns, looking surprised. "Buffy, I didn't think you were gonna show." My brow furrows and I glance at my watch, 9:00. "What took you so long?" His voice is a little irritated.
I smile nervously, "I was just trying to be fashionably late." I suck at lying. He stares at me and arcs his eyebrows, giving me the look of 'I know you're lying'.
I exhale, "I fell asleep and then I had no car, so I had to run here." I state clearly, taking the empty seat next to him. He nodded, his eyes still showing signs of disappointment. I sigh, and decide I should probably take the plunge in to break-up conversation.
"I think we need to talk." Scott nods, almost knowingly. "I know."
"What do you mean you know?"
He looks at me, his eyes sad. "You want to break up with me."
My eyes widen and then return to their normal size. I think about denying it...
I sigh, "How did you know?"
Scott shrugs and takes a swig of his coke. "The vibes you were giving off. You came to my house today, looking nervous. I put two and two together and this is what it equaled."
"I'm sorry." I'm so lame. All I can think of it: I'm sorry? Why am I such a freak? I can't even think of anything comforting to say to him.
He smiles sadly, taking my hand in his. "You know Buffy, it was really great dating you. At the beginning of our relationship I thought that you were amazing and this is all you had to give... but when I see you around that Angel guy, I see you're one hundred times better and that you have so much more to give to someone. You like him. I can see it."
I bite my lip from crying. He's so sweet. My eyes water up and with my free hand I wipe the edges of my eyes. "I'm sorry." I repeat. WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME?!?!?!? Why can't I give him some comfort?!
"It's okay." He replies, almost smiling at my lack of words. I struggle for more to say, "I hope we can still be friends." I croak out, looking at him seriously. He nods, "Of course."
After small moment of silence, he lets go of my hand and stands up. "You're a great person, Buffy. But, I gotta go now, so I'll see you around."
I give him a small smile and nod, "See ya." He smiles back, and slowly walks away.
I sit there for a minute, then I look at the bartender and he's giving me a weird look, so I get up a jet outta there. I've had enough drama for one night.
TBC Again, sorry for the long wait. And if this chapter is crap, please tell me.
Next chapter: B/A goodness!
Please review!