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The setting: a person is standing in the middle of the room, screaming, "I won't say it! I won't!" Suddenly, guys in army fatigue run in and grab the person in a headlock what not, and start beating him up until he said the following: "Joss owns Buffy and Angel, eeehh." Then he passed out. So there you have it folks, Joss owns Buffy and Angel!
The first day-part two
"Alright class, take your seats," Professor Walsh said. "We have a new student today, his name is William Giles." She motioned outside the door for him to come in. Buffy was preparing herself to meet Librarian Jr., so she was incredibly shocked at the person who came in. Bleached-blond hair, black jeans, a black shirt-one size too small. Red silk shirt over that, unbuttoned, a leather duster over that, and to top it off, Doc Martins. Willow actually had to close Buffy's mouth for her.
Buffy had never seen someone as hot as him in all her life. What, with the bad boy look, and he obviously had an English accent, him being from England and all. She glanced over at the bitchy squad. Apparently, Drusilla had her eye on him as well. Fuck, she thought, she's never beaten any of them at anything, well except dancing. But they had something she didn't - popularity. If she wanted him, he was hers. She slumped down in her seat, defeated.
A/N: I know, really short chappy. But reviews will get longer ones up faster *hint hint*!!!
The setting: a person is standing in the middle of the room, screaming, "I won't say it! I won't!" Suddenly, guys in army fatigue run in and grab the person in a headlock what not, and start beating him up until he said the following: "Joss owns Buffy and Angel, eeehh." Then he passed out. So there you have it folks, Joss owns Buffy and Angel!
The first day-part two
"Alright class, take your seats," Professor Walsh said. "We have a new student today, his name is William Giles." She motioned outside the door for him to come in. Buffy was preparing herself to meet Librarian Jr., so she was incredibly shocked at the person who came in. Bleached-blond hair, black jeans, a black shirt-one size too small. Red silk shirt over that, unbuttoned, a leather duster over that, and to top it off, Doc Martins. Willow actually had to close Buffy's mouth for her.
Buffy had never seen someone as hot as him in all her life. What, with the bad boy look, and he obviously had an English accent, him being from England and all. She glanced over at the bitchy squad. Apparently, Drusilla had her eye on him as well. Fuck, she thought, she's never beaten any of them at anything, well except dancing. But they had something she didn't - popularity. If she wanted him, he was hers. She slumped down in her seat, defeated.
A/N: I know, really short chappy. But reviews will get longer ones up faster *hint hint*!!!