A/N Hey gimme a break if this ends up short, I do have my other fic to work
on, plus a B/S one a note book I'm going to put up as soon as it's
finished, so... this is me asking for a break, ok?
Thanks to Tariq, Arobow, urangel, Shadow of Silver and sandy-eco, for reviewing. It is greatly appreciated, especially because it says I did good and not that I suck, Thank you!
Disclaimer: To own or not to own... Well, I don't even have a choice there Joss already has the copyrights...
Summary: Buffy's just a normal girl who's lost her way in the world, but what happens when another lost soul captures her heart, and refuses to give it back?
Last Chapter Summary: Buffy notices Angel, and he sort of seems to notice her in homeroom. Then, Buffy was assigned a tutor for English class, of whom I am yet to tell you the name of, but you'll find out in this chapter...
But it Feels So Right
The Bronze, the greatest place in Sunnydale for hanging, or dancing, or hiding. It had just what every teenager needed, a place to be without parents. And that's just what Buffy needed now.
Unfortunately, she was stuck at her house, staring out the window, waiting for the tutor she was getting for history class to get there. All Buffy knew was that the tutor was a girl, and she was really smart. Her parents had given no names to her, but she really didn't mind, she would find out later who this gal was.
She sighs, humming an old song she couldn't remember the words to, and gets up, only to flop back down on the bed seconds later. Face in the pillow, Buffy closer her eyes, becoming extremely bored. Her tutor was supposed to be here in, Buffy looked over at her clock, ten minutes, what was she going to do until then? Read a book? Hah! Good one, like that would ever happen.
Ten minutes there was a timid knock on Buffy's bedroom door. She groans, and gets up to answer it.
"Hey..." says a shy looking girl, holding a bunch of books, "I'm Willow Rosenberg, Mr. O'Shea told me I was going to be your tutor, Buffy."
Willow smiles meekly at her, and Buffy moves so that she can get in the room, and then closes the door again.
Studying Willow for a second Buffy realizes that she's not that bad. He red hair was straight, and fell just past her shoulders, she had a sweet look that just shouted innocence, the only problem was her clothes. She dressed like those geeky kids you saw on daytime TV shows.
A stripped sweater, corduroy skirt, pink tights, and shoes with buckles on the sides. Buffy made a mental note to help her with her fashion sense later.
"Ok Willow, what are we going to do?"
Willow blinks, "Um... I figured we could start out with the Revolutionary War. Then, in a couple of days, the Civil War, is that ok?" she asks, opening the large textbook.
"Sure, sounds good." Buffy replies sitting down on her bed, not looking one bit interested in what was going to happen.
Willow sat down next to her, and placed the book on Buffy's lap. On the page there was a picture of one of those really old muskets, a bag of powder, and some musket balls. There was also a whole bunch of words that Buffy hoped she didn't have to read.
"Ok, the first battles of the Revolutionary War were those at Lexington and Concord Massachusetts. On April 19th 1975." Willow began, pointing at the picture of the British soldiers and the American militia standing in a small field on the next page.
"Though the British had begun their trip up to these towns the night before. The townspeople were warned by a man named Paul Revere, who road his horse all the way from Boston to warn them of the British soldiers who were starting for Lexington."
Buffy could've fallen asleep, except for the fact that Willow kept looking up at her to make sure she was listening.
After an hour had finally passed, Willow was packed up and ready to leave.
"Ok Buffy, I'll see you on Wednesday, and we can continue our session." She says, but Buffy stops her before she can leave.
"Hey Will?"
"Yeah?"
"You want to head down to the Bronze with me, or are you going to go home?" she asks, standing up.
"Go to the Bronze?" Willow asks, looking like no one had ever asked her anything like that before.
"Yeah, you know, the local club, we could hang and stuff."
"O-ok, that sounds fun."
"Great, but first, we're going to have to change your clothes," Buffy tells her, walking over to her closet.
"What's wrong with my clothes?" She asks, dropping her stuff on Buffy's bed, "Why can't I just wear what I'm wearing now?"
"Because I said so, so here, try these on." Buffy says, handing her a medium length black skirt, and a small red top that said, "Hands Off" in bold, black print.
"Um... ok then," Willow takes her clothes, asking Buffy where the bathroom was first, then runs off to change.
Buffy was also taking this opportunity to change. She chose a white tank top, some black leather pants, and some shoes with heels to make her look taller.
When Willow came back in the room, all Buffy could say was, "wow" Willow looked really good as soon as she lost the geek look. If she dressed like that everyday, she could defiantly be more popular than she was now.
Buffy handed her some shoes, and waited for her to put them on.
"So, do you want to do you hair, or just leave it down?" She asks, pulling her own hair up into a ponytail.
"I'll just leave it down," Willow says, regarding herself in the mirror. Even she had to admit she looked good.
"Then it's off to the bronze we go!" Buffy says, grabbing Willow's hand and pulling her out the door.
Buffy paid the bouncer so that she and Willow could get in, then lead Willow over to a table.
"You want anything to drink?" She asks, and Willow shakes her head, "Well, suit yourself, I'll be right back." Buffy says, getting up from the table and making her way over to the crowded bar.
Willow sits and waits for Buffy to get back, feeling sort of uncomfortable in this place. She was going to tell Buffy that she wanted to leave when she did get back.
"Excuse me Miss, but I don't believe we've met..." A very familiar voice says from behind her, making her turn around.
"Xander? What are you doing here?"
"Willow? Man I didn't recognize you, you look very..."
"Scanky?"
"I was going to go with nice, but hey, whatever floats your boat." Xander says, "So what are you doing here all alone?"
"Oh, I'm not here alone," she says, then sees Xander's expression change, so she adds, "I'm here with Buffy."
"Buffy?" He asks, "You mean that weird girl from home room, the one who doesn't talk to anyone?"
"Yeah, she's really nice, you just haven't given her a chance..."
"Wait a minute Will, you were hanging with her?"
"Yeah, I'm her tutor, she is having trouble in history I guess, so Mr. O'Shea told me to help her, 'cause I'm smart and stuff." She says, sounding a little proud of herself.
"That's great Will, but did you also know she's crazy?" Xander asks, "I mean, the word around school is that she never talks to anyone but those Goth kids, because she's like a killer, and they accepted her as one of them!"
"Right Xand, keep telling yourself that. Buffy's a nice girl, and she's not a killer, she just doesn't like to talk a lot. I mean, look at me, not really miss talkative, but people don't say I'm a murderer."
"Well duh Will, you're to smart for people to think that."
Willow raised her eyebrows, "What, I just don't seen you as the killer type."
"What ever... so, you want to meet her?" She asks.
"Um... sure, as long as you're right about her not being evil or something..."
Willow just shakes her head as Xander sits down and Buffy arrives back at the table.
"Hey Willow, this one of your friends?" she asks, sitting down, looking a bit nervous at Xander's arrival to the table.
"Yeah, Buffy meet Xander, Xander, this is Buffy." Willow says, smiling.
"Nice to meet you Buff." Xander says.
"Like whys." Buffy replies, half smiling at him.
An awkward silence settles over the group, until Xander finally speaks.
"So Buffy, have you lived in Sunnydale your whole life?"
"Actually no, I moved here about a year ago, I used to live in LA."
"Why'd you come here of all places, I mean, San Francisco, pretty nice there."
"It was my mom's idea, she wanted to go to a nice quiet place."
"Oh, so is that the only reason, a change in scenery?"
"Well, no actually," Buffy says, giving him a nervous smile.
"Well...?" Xander pries, waiting for a full answer.
"I kinda, sorta, burnt down the high school gym... It was an accident, really..."
Xander and Willow's eyes widen, and they look at each other, not really believing what they had just heard.
"Yeah, so... you guys do anything exciting your freshman year?" Buffy asks, changing the subject.
"Nope, nothing that compares to burning down a gym..."
Willow glares at Xander, mouthing a 'stop that' at him, then smiling at Buffy, "It was really quiet here freshman year, trying to fit in and stuff is really all that happened."
"Sounds fun..." Buffy says staring right past Willow.
Willow can tell she's not paying attention, and turns to see what, or whom Buffy was staring at.
Angel O'Connor.
The other quiet kid in the school, he looked as if he was searching the crowd for someone, but Willow couldn't see who it was.
"Hello, Jupiter to Buffy, come in Buffy." Xander says, noticing whom she was staring at.
"Huh, oh, sorry, just zoned for a second there."
"Right, so, the tall dark and handsome look is what girls are into this year, I knew it, Willow, why didn't you tell me?" Xander jokes.
"Because I like you the way you are." She tells him.
"I don't know, I think I could use a style change, what do you think Buff?" he asks, trying not to leave Buffy out of the conversation. But when he looks to her, she staring at Angel again, a dreamy look on her face.
"Ok, you know what, go talk to him, or I'll be forced to do it for you." He tells her, and Willow giggles.
Buffy snaps out of it for the second time that night, "No! Don't do that, he'll think I'm a total geek!"
"Women..." Xander says rolling his eyes, "Well, anyway, I got to get going, it's nine o'clock, my mom's going to kill me if I don't get home soon, see ya!" he says, leaving the table, and walking away.
"We should probably get going too," Willow says, "Can we stop by your house and get my stuff, and so I can give you your clothes back."
"Oh, you can keep them, they look good on you."
Willow blushes and Buffy smiles at her as the two girls get up from the table and make their way to the exit.
A/N Ok, not much B/A action in there, but I'll get it, ok? Just bare with me here, ok? And cheers to my second chapter!
Oh, and for the record, I can't upload at my house, so it's going to be tough for me to get the new chapters up. Even if it's completed, doesn't mean it will be up, so I'm sorry for that. And all this talk is just to see if I can get this up to 2,000 words, I think I made it too.
~Bloody SunSet
Thanks to Tariq, Arobow, urangel, Shadow of Silver and sandy-eco, for reviewing. It is greatly appreciated, especially because it says I did good and not that I suck, Thank you!
Disclaimer: To own or not to own... Well, I don't even have a choice there Joss already has the copyrights...
Summary: Buffy's just a normal girl who's lost her way in the world, but what happens when another lost soul captures her heart, and refuses to give it back?
Last Chapter Summary: Buffy notices Angel, and he sort of seems to notice her in homeroom. Then, Buffy was assigned a tutor for English class, of whom I am yet to tell you the name of, but you'll find out in this chapter...
But it Feels So Right
The Bronze, the greatest place in Sunnydale for hanging, or dancing, or hiding. It had just what every teenager needed, a place to be without parents. And that's just what Buffy needed now.
Unfortunately, she was stuck at her house, staring out the window, waiting for the tutor she was getting for history class to get there. All Buffy knew was that the tutor was a girl, and she was really smart. Her parents had given no names to her, but she really didn't mind, she would find out later who this gal was.
She sighs, humming an old song she couldn't remember the words to, and gets up, only to flop back down on the bed seconds later. Face in the pillow, Buffy closer her eyes, becoming extremely bored. Her tutor was supposed to be here in, Buffy looked over at her clock, ten minutes, what was she going to do until then? Read a book? Hah! Good one, like that would ever happen.
Ten minutes there was a timid knock on Buffy's bedroom door. She groans, and gets up to answer it.
"Hey..." says a shy looking girl, holding a bunch of books, "I'm Willow Rosenberg, Mr. O'Shea told me I was going to be your tutor, Buffy."
Willow smiles meekly at her, and Buffy moves so that she can get in the room, and then closes the door again.
Studying Willow for a second Buffy realizes that she's not that bad. He red hair was straight, and fell just past her shoulders, she had a sweet look that just shouted innocence, the only problem was her clothes. She dressed like those geeky kids you saw on daytime TV shows.
A stripped sweater, corduroy skirt, pink tights, and shoes with buckles on the sides. Buffy made a mental note to help her with her fashion sense later.
"Ok Willow, what are we going to do?"
Willow blinks, "Um... I figured we could start out with the Revolutionary War. Then, in a couple of days, the Civil War, is that ok?" she asks, opening the large textbook.
"Sure, sounds good." Buffy replies sitting down on her bed, not looking one bit interested in what was going to happen.
Willow sat down next to her, and placed the book on Buffy's lap. On the page there was a picture of one of those really old muskets, a bag of powder, and some musket balls. There was also a whole bunch of words that Buffy hoped she didn't have to read.
"Ok, the first battles of the Revolutionary War were those at Lexington and Concord Massachusetts. On April 19th 1975." Willow began, pointing at the picture of the British soldiers and the American militia standing in a small field on the next page.
"Though the British had begun their trip up to these towns the night before. The townspeople were warned by a man named Paul Revere, who road his horse all the way from Boston to warn them of the British soldiers who were starting for Lexington."
Buffy could've fallen asleep, except for the fact that Willow kept looking up at her to make sure she was listening.
After an hour had finally passed, Willow was packed up and ready to leave.
"Ok Buffy, I'll see you on Wednesday, and we can continue our session." She says, but Buffy stops her before she can leave.
"Hey Will?"
"Yeah?"
"You want to head down to the Bronze with me, or are you going to go home?" she asks, standing up.
"Go to the Bronze?" Willow asks, looking like no one had ever asked her anything like that before.
"Yeah, you know, the local club, we could hang and stuff."
"O-ok, that sounds fun."
"Great, but first, we're going to have to change your clothes," Buffy tells her, walking over to her closet.
"What's wrong with my clothes?" She asks, dropping her stuff on Buffy's bed, "Why can't I just wear what I'm wearing now?"
"Because I said so, so here, try these on." Buffy says, handing her a medium length black skirt, and a small red top that said, "Hands Off" in bold, black print.
"Um... ok then," Willow takes her clothes, asking Buffy where the bathroom was first, then runs off to change.
Buffy was also taking this opportunity to change. She chose a white tank top, some black leather pants, and some shoes with heels to make her look taller.
When Willow came back in the room, all Buffy could say was, "wow" Willow looked really good as soon as she lost the geek look. If she dressed like that everyday, she could defiantly be more popular than she was now.
Buffy handed her some shoes, and waited for her to put them on.
"So, do you want to do you hair, or just leave it down?" She asks, pulling her own hair up into a ponytail.
"I'll just leave it down," Willow says, regarding herself in the mirror. Even she had to admit she looked good.
"Then it's off to the bronze we go!" Buffy says, grabbing Willow's hand and pulling her out the door.
Buffy paid the bouncer so that she and Willow could get in, then lead Willow over to a table.
"You want anything to drink?" She asks, and Willow shakes her head, "Well, suit yourself, I'll be right back." Buffy says, getting up from the table and making her way over to the crowded bar.
Willow sits and waits for Buffy to get back, feeling sort of uncomfortable in this place. She was going to tell Buffy that she wanted to leave when she did get back.
"Excuse me Miss, but I don't believe we've met..." A very familiar voice says from behind her, making her turn around.
"Xander? What are you doing here?"
"Willow? Man I didn't recognize you, you look very..."
"Scanky?"
"I was going to go with nice, but hey, whatever floats your boat." Xander says, "So what are you doing here all alone?"
"Oh, I'm not here alone," she says, then sees Xander's expression change, so she adds, "I'm here with Buffy."
"Buffy?" He asks, "You mean that weird girl from home room, the one who doesn't talk to anyone?"
"Yeah, she's really nice, you just haven't given her a chance..."
"Wait a minute Will, you were hanging with her?"
"Yeah, I'm her tutor, she is having trouble in history I guess, so Mr. O'Shea told me to help her, 'cause I'm smart and stuff." She says, sounding a little proud of herself.
"That's great Will, but did you also know she's crazy?" Xander asks, "I mean, the word around school is that she never talks to anyone but those Goth kids, because she's like a killer, and they accepted her as one of them!"
"Right Xand, keep telling yourself that. Buffy's a nice girl, and she's not a killer, she just doesn't like to talk a lot. I mean, look at me, not really miss talkative, but people don't say I'm a murderer."
"Well duh Will, you're to smart for people to think that."
Willow raised her eyebrows, "What, I just don't seen you as the killer type."
"What ever... so, you want to meet her?" She asks.
"Um... sure, as long as you're right about her not being evil or something..."
Willow just shakes her head as Xander sits down and Buffy arrives back at the table.
"Hey Willow, this one of your friends?" she asks, sitting down, looking a bit nervous at Xander's arrival to the table.
"Yeah, Buffy meet Xander, Xander, this is Buffy." Willow says, smiling.
"Nice to meet you Buff." Xander says.
"Like whys." Buffy replies, half smiling at him.
An awkward silence settles over the group, until Xander finally speaks.
"So Buffy, have you lived in Sunnydale your whole life?"
"Actually no, I moved here about a year ago, I used to live in LA."
"Why'd you come here of all places, I mean, San Francisco, pretty nice there."
"It was my mom's idea, she wanted to go to a nice quiet place."
"Oh, so is that the only reason, a change in scenery?"
"Well, no actually," Buffy says, giving him a nervous smile.
"Well...?" Xander pries, waiting for a full answer.
"I kinda, sorta, burnt down the high school gym... It was an accident, really..."
Xander and Willow's eyes widen, and they look at each other, not really believing what they had just heard.
"Yeah, so... you guys do anything exciting your freshman year?" Buffy asks, changing the subject.
"Nope, nothing that compares to burning down a gym..."
Willow glares at Xander, mouthing a 'stop that' at him, then smiling at Buffy, "It was really quiet here freshman year, trying to fit in and stuff is really all that happened."
"Sounds fun..." Buffy says staring right past Willow.
Willow can tell she's not paying attention, and turns to see what, or whom Buffy was staring at.
Angel O'Connor.
The other quiet kid in the school, he looked as if he was searching the crowd for someone, but Willow couldn't see who it was.
"Hello, Jupiter to Buffy, come in Buffy." Xander says, noticing whom she was staring at.
"Huh, oh, sorry, just zoned for a second there."
"Right, so, the tall dark and handsome look is what girls are into this year, I knew it, Willow, why didn't you tell me?" Xander jokes.
"Because I like you the way you are." She tells him.
"I don't know, I think I could use a style change, what do you think Buff?" he asks, trying not to leave Buffy out of the conversation. But when he looks to her, she staring at Angel again, a dreamy look on her face.
"Ok, you know what, go talk to him, or I'll be forced to do it for you." He tells her, and Willow giggles.
Buffy snaps out of it for the second time that night, "No! Don't do that, he'll think I'm a total geek!"
"Women..." Xander says rolling his eyes, "Well, anyway, I got to get going, it's nine o'clock, my mom's going to kill me if I don't get home soon, see ya!" he says, leaving the table, and walking away.
"We should probably get going too," Willow says, "Can we stop by your house and get my stuff, and so I can give you your clothes back."
"Oh, you can keep them, they look good on you."
Willow blushes and Buffy smiles at her as the two girls get up from the table and make their way to the exit.
A/N Ok, not much B/A action in there, but I'll get it, ok? Just bare with me here, ok? And cheers to my second chapter!
Oh, and for the record, I can't upload at my house, so it's going to be tough for me to get the new chapters up. Even if it's completed, doesn't mean it will be up, so I'm sorry for that. And all this talk is just to see if I can get this up to 2,000 words, I think I made it too.
~Bloody SunSet