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Buffy stepped off of the plane and headed over to the luggage department (?). She waited until she saw her bag, and quickly grabbed it before she missed it.
Turning around, she saw her friend, Kylie. Kylie was eighteen, with long, brown hair, emerald eyes and was average size for her age.
Buffy had met her when she first returned. Kylie was new to Sunnydale High, and since Buffy technically wasn't, she had shown her around.
"Buffy!" Kylie yelled, running over to her.
"Hey Kylie," Buffy said. "Get your bag?"
"Yep. And I see you did too," she said. "The bus is outside and waiting, you wanna sit with me?"
Buffy just nodded and followed her friend out.
Once on the bus, Buffy settled into her seat, and pulled out her wallet. She opened, and inside was not one picture of Hallie, but many.
"How's Hallie doing?" Kylie asked, looking down at the pictures.
"She's okay. I don't think she really notices what's going on," Buffy said.
"But you do. You taking it alright?"
"No...I mean, yes. But, it's kinda too late to turn back now, isn't it?" she laughed.
"You'll be fine Buff. Once you get into the partying and the fun," Kylie said, smiling. "You know, meet some super cute British guys."
Buffy smiled. "Yeah."
"I love their accents, don't you? I once dated a British guy...And yum, hello salty goodness."
Buffy laughed. "I know what you mean..."
"So you...You've dated a British guy? Aren't they just-..."
She was interrupted by the sound of someone speaking. The two girls' looked up and a dark haired man caught their attention.
"'Ello," he said. "My name is Ian, and I'll be your guide. I'm aware, I may come off as a shaperone. But as promised, no shaperones shall...Shaperone. Think of me as a student. As I was not too long ago."
"Mmm, now that, is what I call 100% salty goodness," Kylie said, licking her lips.
"He's our tour guide Ky," Buffy said. "Control your hormones. He must be at least ten years older then you."
"Two," Ian said, leaning over to where Buffy sat. "Just to let that be out there."
"Oh..." Buffy said, her cheeks reddening.
"And who might you be luv?" he asked, picking up Kylie's hand and softly kissing the back of it.
"Kylie," she said. "But you can call me Ky...Or anything you want."
Buffy rolled her eyes, and turned her attention to out the window. 'Isn't this going to be a fun bus ride,' she thought.
Buffy had just finished unpacking her stuff into the dresser beside her bed. She laid down, looking over at the bed across from hers. Kylie sat on it, sorting through her luggage.
Buffy was glad she was sharing with someone she knew and liked, rather than someone who she knew from school, and didn't like at all.
"Once I'm unpacked, do you wanna head out?" Kylie asked, glancing back at Buffy.
"Sure. Party Buffy is in the house," Buffy said. "And she's ready to...Party."
Kylie laughed. "Do you think Ian will come?"
"I think you should go and see," Buffy said. "You can unpack later. We do have two months."
"You know something? You're making sense," Kylie said, standing up. "I'm holding us back what with my slow unpacking, when hello, I can do that some boring day."
"That's the spirit."
"Do you know what room Ian's staying in?" Kylie asked, smiling.
"Is he even staying here? I mean...Doesn't he live here?" Buffy asked. "In London?"
"Well, I never thought of that. Maybe we'll see him at a club," Kylie said. "Speaking of, let's go."
Buffy smiled and jumped off her bed, grabbing her bag and purse. 'Okay Buff, tonight you are not Buffy, the mother. You are Buffy, in the last year of her teens. Be young.'
Buffy stepped off of the plane and headed over to the luggage department (?). She waited until she saw her bag, and quickly grabbed it before she missed it.
Turning around, she saw her friend, Kylie. Kylie was eighteen, with long, brown hair, emerald eyes and was average size for her age.
Buffy had met her when she first returned. Kylie was new to Sunnydale High, and since Buffy technically wasn't, she had shown her around.
"Buffy!" Kylie yelled, running over to her.
"Hey Kylie," Buffy said. "Get your bag?"
"Yep. And I see you did too," she said. "The bus is outside and waiting, you wanna sit with me?"
Buffy just nodded and followed her friend out.
Once on the bus, Buffy settled into her seat, and pulled out her wallet. She opened, and inside was not one picture of Hallie, but many.
"How's Hallie doing?" Kylie asked, looking down at the pictures.
"She's okay. I don't think she really notices what's going on," Buffy said.
"But you do. You taking it alright?"
"No...I mean, yes. But, it's kinda too late to turn back now, isn't it?" she laughed.
"You'll be fine Buff. Once you get into the partying and the fun," Kylie said, smiling. "You know, meet some super cute British guys."
Buffy smiled. "Yeah."
"I love their accents, don't you? I once dated a British guy...And yum, hello salty goodness."
Buffy laughed. "I know what you mean..."
"So you...You've dated a British guy? Aren't they just-..."
She was interrupted by the sound of someone speaking. The two girls' looked up and a dark haired man caught their attention.
"'Ello," he said. "My name is Ian, and I'll be your guide. I'm aware, I may come off as a shaperone. But as promised, no shaperones shall...Shaperone. Think of me as a student. As I was not too long ago."
"Mmm, now that, is what I call 100% salty goodness," Kylie said, licking her lips.
"He's our tour guide Ky," Buffy said. "Control your hormones. He must be at least ten years older then you."
"Two," Ian said, leaning over to where Buffy sat. "Just to let that be out there."
"Oh..." Buffy said, her cheeks reddening.
"And who might you be luv?" he asked, picking up Kylie's hand and softly kissing the back of it.
"Kylie," she said. "But you can call me Ky...Or anything you want."
Buffy rolled her eyes, and turned her attention to out the window. 'Isn't this going to be a fun bus ride,' she thought.
Buffy had just finished unpacking her stuff into the dresser beside her bed. She laid down, looking over at the bed across from hers. Kylie sat on it, sorting through her luggage.
Buffy was glad she was sharing with someone she knew and liked, rather than someone who she knew from school, and didn't like at all.
"Once I'm unpacked, do you wanna head out?" Kylie asked, glancing back at Buffy.
"Sure. Party Buffy is in the house," Buffy said. "And she's ready to...Party."
Kylie laughed. "Do you think Ian will come?"
"I think you should go and see," Buffy said. "You can unpack later. We do have two months."
"You know something? You're making sense," Kylie said, standing up. "I'm holding us back what with my slow unpacking, when hello, I can do that some boring day."
"That's the spirit."
"Do you know what room Ian's staying in?" Kylie asked, smiling.
"Is he even staying here? I mean...Doesn't he live here?" Buffy asked. "In London?"
"Well, I never thought of that. Maybe we'll see him at a club," Kylie said. "Speaking of, let's go."
Buffy smiled and jumped off her bed, grabbing her bag and purse. 'Okay Buff, tonight you are not Buffy, the mother. You are Buffy, in the last year of her teens. Be young.'