Disclaimer: I don't own Billie Letts' "Where the Heart Is", or Joss
Whedon's "Buffy the Vampire Slayer. What, I can't always have a funny
disclaimer, can I? Am I just here as a clown for your amusement? Let's just
see who's the clown when you're wearing the funny nose and multicolored
wig! Yeah, Bozo, what the fuck are you going to do then?
Rating: This will be rated R! Sorry kiddies, but I like using inappropriate language.
Author's Notes: Hi! New update! *Waits for cheer or applause, and looks sad when there is none.* Hope everyone is doing spiffy. Don't really know what to say. Kinda drawing a blank. Um . . . how 'bout them Bears? Which Bears? Um . . . the brown ones? I got nothin'. OK, hope everyone enjoys the update. Also, I've moved my journal to Live Journal. I've corrected the link in my profile. Kisses.
PS: Death to the WB for canceling Angel.
I dedicate this chapter to Imzadi, who wouldn't get of f my back until I mentioned, Lindsey once more.
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Chapter Twenty-One- Another Day
All of the sudden the gray days melted into spring, even though February had yet to come. Tara celebrated the return of the sun by taking the top off of her convertible.
As she pulled beside 1630 Revello, turning down the volume of the radio, she stared at the old, familiar house. Through her teenage years and onward, she could always escape the hectic world and visit her old friend, Joyce, and Buffy when she moved in later on.
She couldn't believe that the house wouldn't be a place to visit in a few weeks.
The cheerful giggling of Aurora was erupting from the backyard, so Tara ignored going through the front door. Flipping open the latch of the side gate, she walked to the grassy area. She was soon attacked by a tiny little monster.
"Tawa!" Aurora greeted, wrapping her tiny arms around the woman's waist.
"Hi, honey," Tara exclaimed, picking up the child and kissing her cheek. "Where's your mommy?"
Wriggling out of Tara's grasp, Aurora pulled Tara to the porch.
"She's looking at the papews again," the now girl explained, depositing the woman at the back door. Aurora ran off, intent on finishing the castle in her sandbox.
Tara knocked before entering; sighing at the mess that met her. The dishes hadn't obviously been done in a while, and the garbage was overflowing. The breakfast table was the only thing that remained orderly, although stacks of newspapers and housing ads overpowered the surface.
"Hey." Buffy's tired voice came out of the papers as the young woman lifted her head to greet Tara.
"You poor thing," Tara lamented, before heading off to the sink to clean the dishes, ignoring Buffy's protests.
She looked ten years older. Dark circles had formed under her eyes, and her blonde hair hung limp in a ponytail.
"Any word yet?" Tara asked, filling the sink with warm, soapy water.
Buffy groaned, pulling a paper off one of the stacks and reading it. "Nope. The IRS hasn't given any notice on when exactly they will . . . what's the word?"
"Liquidate?"
"Yeah . . . liquidate Joyce's stuff.
Rinsing the first plate, Tara began searching for a scrub brush.
"And the house?"
"Can't keep it," Buffy answered. "I wasn't related to Joyce, and I didn't help with the payments, so I don't legally live here. And, God, don't try to find a decent, cheap house in Sunnydale, because they don't fucking exist!"
The first plate had been dried off. "So", Tara began, hearing the sadness in her voice, "You two are off to LA?"
"There are some good apartments in a nice area, next to the Wal-Mart. I've talked to my manager, and he's finishing my transfer to the one in Los Angeles in a few days," Buffy explained. "I'm driving up on Saturday to check 'em out."
Tara hesitated before speaking again.
"You could just stay with one of us, save some money until you find a nice place . . ."
"No!"
Nearly dropping the next plate, Tara jumped.
Buffy grabbed a nearby stack of papers and began shuffling through them.
"I've done that all my life," she continued, "Living with other people. I've always had to have other people take care of me. And I'm officially sick of taking advantage of my friends. I'm twenty-one years old with a child, and I have a good job, so I should be able to be a fucking adult." She paused, and tilted her head down. "Not that I'm not thankful for the offer, but I can't do it anymore."
Nodding, Tara discovered that she was almost half way through with the dishes.
"I understand. You want to be treated like an adult. We all just don't want you and Rory to go." Wiping another plate clean, a wicked smile grew on Tara's face. "There's one person especially who's going to be devastated."
"Who?"
Tara turned her head, avoiding the blonde's eyes. "Spike."
"Spike?" Buffy looked literally confused. "That's only because he loves Rory so much."
Rolling her eyes, Tara spun right around and put her hands on her hips, the resolve face she had learned from Willow firmly planted on.
"Give me a break! He truly, madly, deeply, really really REALLY loves *you* so much! He would love you even if you ran him over with your car. On purpose! Don't tell me you haven't seen it!" she ranted, very un-Tara like.
Buffy was the first to break eye contact. "It's not that way with us. We're just really good friends. It'd be like you and Willow dating."
About to reply, Tara choked on the words, and turned away quickly to hide the blush rising on her cheeks.
"You OK?" Buffy asked.
Tara began nodding, not looking back. "I'm f-f-fine, don't w-w-w-w-worry. Lunchtime?" Quickly, she changed the subject, hoping Buffy wouldn't notice.
"That'd be great," Buffy sighed, standing up from her chair. "I'd like to have a few minutes of non-work stuff."
"Yeah," Tara muttered, wiping her hands on a dishtowel.
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A few days later, Buffy sat on the front porch, in the very same seat where she and Joyce had talked all those years ago. Aurora was on the sidewalk; her newly cut hair in little pigtails, drawing ponies and castles with sidewalk chalk.
Buffy was going through a few more housing advertisements when a car slowly pulled up in front of the house. It was clean, black, and obviously expensive.
The owner turned off the engine and stepped out of the vehicle. She was dressed in a navy business suit, a black leather suitcase held in one hand, her dark black hair nearly brushing her shoulders. Taking off her sunglasses, she began studying the home, a smile coming to her face when her eyes fell on Buffy.
"Buffy Summers?" the woman asked.
*Great. The IRS has finally decided to destroy my life,* Buffy bitterly thought, standing up to greet the woman.
The woman stepped around Aurora as she walked up the front steps, holding out her hand when they met.
"Lilah Morgan, attorney for Wolfram and Hart, LA branch," she said, pulling out a business card once they shook hands.
*OK, not IRS.*
Inviting the woman to sit, Buffy headed back to her chair on the porch, the woman following.
"I must say how sorry I am for your loss," Lilah began. "I know I was very upset to hear about it. I've known Joyce for many years."
"You did," Buffy responded, raising an eyebrow.
She nodded. "When I was younger, I lived right next door. Joyce was very good friends with my mother and stepfather, and treated my stepsister Marie and I very kindly. We moved away when I was in middle school, but she still kept in touch."
Buffy nodded, a smile coming to her face as she remembered her first meeting with Joyce, and the Marie mistake.
"Anyway," Lilah continued, "When I was hired by Wolfram and Hart, one of my first clients was Joyce. This was around the time when she discovered her first tumor, and she wanted me to set her affairs in order should she die. I made out a will, and she would visit me from time to time to revise it."
Pausing, Lilah took a file out of her briefcase. "About a year ago, Joyce came for our last visit. She told me she needed a great big change in the will, about the young mother and daughter who were living with her. All though the meeting, you and your daughter were the only topic she wanted to discuss.
"I don't want you to feel that you were in any way responsible for speeding up Joyce's death. It was bound to happen, and she was always ready for it. But, you and your little girl made those last years for her enjoyable. She always wanted a daughter and grandchildren, and you did more for her than you could ever know."
Both the women had tears glistening in their eyes by the time Lilah stopped talking.
"Well," Lilah continued, handing the file to Buffy, "It's all in here."
"W-what?" Buffy stuttered, staring blankly at the file.
"The deed to the house, land, the gallery, and whatever money she doesn't give away to her friends and charities. I think you and your daughter are going to be fairly well off." She laughed at the shocked look on Buffy's face.
"I'd stay a bit longer," she finished while standing, looking quickly at her watch, "But I have to go. My fiancée Lindsey and I are going out to dinner, and he hates it when I'm late, so I'll say goodbye."
Turning on her heels, Lilah made her way down the steps, avoiding Aurora's artwork as she went to her car. Buffy felt new tears falling down her cheeks as she silently thanked her friend.
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JOYCE DAVIS'S LAST STATEMENT:
"To all my friends, I hope you don't cry for me that long. I've known that I am not supposed to lead a long life, but you have helped to make it a full one. This isn't my official will, but this is how I want my possessions to be divided, in English.
"For Mr. Rupert Giles, Ms. Anya Jenkins, Mr. William Giles, Ms. Drusilla Giles, Mr. Alexander Harris, Mrs. Cordelia Chase-Harris, Dr. Willow Rosenburg, and Ms. Tara McClay, I give you each the sum of $4,000. Please do not spend it on crap (Xander) or bills (Giles).
"Rupert, you will receive my collection of art books as a donation to the library. You and Anya will also get the set of china that Anya's been eyeing for a long time.
"William, you get the trunk of rare books I hid from you, because I know that you would've borrowed them long ago. I also will give you my grandmother's engagement ring, for purposes in the future. Don't give up, my dear (wink-wink).
"Dear, sweet Drusilla, I have a box of porcelain dolls with your name on it, companions for your Miss Edith. Have many wonderful tea parties.
"Xander and Cordelia, you will get the antique wardrobe I have in the attic. If you continue to have kids at the rate you do now, you're going to need all the storage you can get.
"Willow, the soon-to-be famous pediatrician, you get the apothecary table I bought in France a long time ago. It's not to hold records, so please make sure Oz doesn't take it over.
"Tara, my gardener and tea buddy, you get all of the gardening tools I never used. Ha, had you going there, didn't I? You get the rosewood bench in my room, the one I've known you've loved for many years.
"For my dear, darling Aurora Rose Summers, you will inherit the sum of $8,000 to be added to the generous trust fund given to you by the kind Wal- Mart people. Make me proud, sweetie.
"And, as for Buffy Summers, she will inherit the deed to my house, ownership of the gallery, and the sum of $10,000. For someone who has led such a tough life, you deserve it. Never, even for one second, believe that you are weak, because you are the strongest person I have ever met. Do not think of this as charity, but as something you have earned; for being the daughter I never had.
"And don't let any of your *friends* guilt you into giving them some more money. I'm watching you people.
"I love you all so much, and hopefully we will meet again. Except for Xander, who will have a wonderful time in Hell (I love you dear!)."
Joyce.
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Celestria16- Why, thank you dearie!
Mita427- Yes, I killed her! And, did you call me a stupid whore and "rawr" at me? Fucking fine! *Pulls off the gloves* It's on bitch! I'll kick yo' ass up and down the block! You will fear me like I fear Spam! Angel doesn't read books because he's stupid, so I don't think he'd know if Buffy became an author. Hahaha! She won't publish a book . . . yet. Luv ya too!
Sokkerblondie005- Sorry for the sadness, but all stories have to have some sadness, or they don't count as stories. I guess. Nope, Bangel is badness for me. But no hatred for you. He still is cute, even though peroxide boy is much much much much more cuter! I have no life.
Cali- I made you cry? Cool . . . and sad, but cool! Joyce was a great lady, and fun to write for. And yes, our Buffy may be harboring certain "more than friendly" feelings for Spike, but knowing her, it's going to be a difficult road. You shall receive little crumbs every now and then.
Imzadi- Yeah, yeah, sorry I didn't respond to your email. I promise on my collection of Buffy DVDs that I will finish MRV soon. Cool? Gave you a little Lindsey tidbit, even though it wasn't a walk on appearance. I like him and Lilah together. Sort of the "duo o' disaster", or goodness in this case. BTW, Lindsey was on "Las Vegas" last Monday, and he was so good.
Comedia- Yes, I could write a shorter chapter. I guess it was long enough for you, seeing how you're an idiot. Alsoiamhappythatyoulikeditandthateventhoughyouareawhoreiamgladyouaremyfriend .
Once More With Feeling- Yes, sadness for Joyce, but I hope the happy parts to follow will make up for it. SPUFFINESS IS THE BEST! BOO ANGEL!
Psychovampgurl- We don't have to look at the strippers, seeing how we are organizing the event. It is just to let people know that we hate homework so much we will hire people to strip for our cause. UST stands for "I'm going to annoy a lot of people because it's going to take for fucking ever to get these two morons together." Hope that helps. Thanks for the entry on my Open Diary. Luv ya too!
Lurking-in-the-shadows- Even though Joss is a GOD, I still am mad that he killed Joyce. But, we can't always have what we want. Thank you.
Tobert- You're going to have to wait a very long time before you get into the pure Spuffiness. A long time . . .
Semajyrrah- Thank you very much. I hope you like this chapter.
Rhapsody-child-of-the-sky- Know what you mean about Bungle (tee hee, I like that. Gonna have to borrow it). I'm glad you like my story.
Rating: This will be rated R! Sorry kiddies, but I like using inappropriate language.
Author's Notes: Hi! New update! *Waits for cheer or applause, and looks sad when there is none.* Hope everyone is doing spiffy. Don't really know what to say. Kinda drawing a blank. Um . . . how 'bout them Bears? Which Bears? Um . . . the brown ones? I got nothin'. OK, hope everyone enjoys the update. Also, I've moved my journal to Live Journal. I've corrected the link in my profile. Kisses.
PS: Death to the WB for canceling Angel.
I dedicate this chapter to Imzadi, who wouldn't get of f my back until I mentioned, Lindsey once more.
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Chapter Twenty-One- Another Day
All of the sudden the gray days melted into spring, even though February had yet to come. Tara celebrated the return of the sun by taking the top off of her convertible.
As she pulled beside 1630 Revello, turning down the volume of the radio, she stared at the old, familiar house. Through her teenage years and onward, she could always escape the hectic world and visit her old friend, Joyce, and Buffy when she moved in later on.
She couldn't believe that the house wouldn't be a place to visit in a few weeks.
The cheerful giggling of Aurora was erupting from the backyard, so Tara ignored going through the front door. Flipping open the latch of the side gate, she walked to the grassy area. She was soon attacked by a tiny little monster.
"Tawa!" Aurora greeted, wrapping her tiny arms around the woman's waist.
"Hi, honey," Tara exclaimed, picking up the child and kissing her cheek. "Where's your mommy?"
Wriggling out of Tara's grasp, Aurora pulled Tara to the porch.
"She's looking at the papews again," the now girl explained, depositing the woman at the back door. Aurora ran off, intent on finishing the castle in her sandbox.
Tara knocked before entering; sighing at the mess that met her. The dishes hadn't obviously been done in a while, and the garbage was overflowing. The breakfast table was the only thing that remained orderly, although stacks of newspapers and housing ads overpowered the surface.
"Hey." Buffy's tired voice came out of the papers as the young woman lifted her head to greet Tara.
"You poor thing," Tara lamented, before heading off to the sink to clean the dishes, ignoring Buffy's protests.
She looked ten years older. Dark circles had formed under her eyes, and her blonde hair hung limp in a ponytail.
"Any word yet?" Tara asked, filling the sink with warm, soapy water.
Buffy groaned, pulling a paper off one of the stacks and reading it. "Nope. The IRS hasn't given any notice on when exactly they will . . . what's the word?"
"Liquidate?"
"Yeah . . . liquidate Joyce's stuff.
Rinsing the first plate, Tara began searching for a scrub brush.
"And the house?"
"Can't keep it," Buffy answered. "I wasn't related to Joyce, and I didn't help with the payments, so I don't legally live here. And, God, don't try to find a decent, cheap house in Sunnydale, because they don't fucking exist!"
The first plate had been dried off. "So", Tara began, hearing the sadness in her voice, "You two are off to LA?"
"There are some good apartments in a nice area, next to the Wal-Mart. I've talked to my manager, and he's finishing my transfer to the one in Los Angeles in a few days," Buffy explained. "I'm driving up on Saturday to check 'em out."
Tara hesitated before speaking again.
"You could just stay with one of us, save some money until you find a nice place . . ."
"No!"
Nearly dropping the next plate, Tara jumped.
Buffy grabbed a nearby stack of papers and began shuffling through them.
"I've done that all my life," she continued, "Living with other people. I've always had to have other people take care of me. And I'm officially sick of taking advantage of my friends. I'm twenty-one years old with a child, and I have a good job, so I should be able to be a fucking adult." She paused, and tilted her head down. "Not that I'm not thankful for the offer, but I can't do it anymore."
Nodding, Tara discovered that she was almost half way through with the dishes.
"I understand. You want to be treated like an adult. We all just don't want you and Rory to go." Wiping another plate clean, a wicked smile grew on Tara's face. "There's one person especially who's going to be devastated."
"Who?"
Tara turned her head, avoiding the blonde's eyes. "Spike."
"Spike?" Buffy looked literally confused. "That's only because he loves Rory so much."
Rolling her eyes, Tara spun right around and put her hands on her hips, the resolve face she had learned from Willow firmly planted on.
"Give me a break! He truly, madly, deeply, really really REALLY loves *you* so much! He would love you even if you ran him over with your car. On purpose! Don't tell me you haven't seen it!" she ranted, very un-Tara like.
Buffy was the first to break eye contact. "It's not that way with us. We're just really good friends. It'd be like you and Willow dating."
About to reply, Tara choked on the words, and turned away quickly to hide the blush rising on her cheeks.
"You OK?" Buffy asked.
Tara began nodding, not looking back. "I'm f-f-fine, don't w-w-w-w-worry. Lunchtime?" Quickly, she changed the subject, hoping Buffy wouldn't notice.
"That'd be great," Buffy sighed, standing up from her chair. "I'd like to have a few minutes of non-work stuff."
"Yeah," Tara muttered, wiping her hands on a dishtowel.
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A few days later, Buffy sat on the front porch, in the very same seat where she and Joyce had talked all those years ago. Aurora was on the sidewalk; her newly cut hair in little pigtails, drawing ponies and castles with sidewalk chalk.
Buffy was going through a few more housing advertisements when a car slowly pulled up in front of the house. It was clean, black, and obviously expensive.
The owner turned off the engine and stepped out of the vehicle. She was dressed in a navy business suit, a black leather suitcase held in one hand, her dark black hair nearly brushing her shoulders. Taking off her sunglasses, she began studying the home, a smile coming to her face when her eyes fell on Buffy.
"Buffy Summers?" the woman asked.
*Great. The IRS has finally decided to destroy my life,* Buffy bitterly thought, standing up to greet the woman.
The woman stepped around Aurora as she walked up the front steps, holding out her hand when they met.
"Lilah Morgan, attorney for Wolfram and Hart, LA branch," she said, pulling out a business card once they shook hands.
*OK, not IRS.*
Inviting the woman to sit, Buffy headed back to her chair on the porch, the woman following.
"I must say how sorry I am for your loss," Lilah began. "I know I was very upset to hear about it. I've known Joyce for many years."
"You did," Buffy responded, raising an eyebrow.
She nodded. "When I was younger, I lived right next door. Joyce was very good friends with my mother and stepfather, and treated my stepsister Marie and I very kindly. We moved away when I was in middle school, but she still kept in touch."
Buffy nodded, a smile coming to her face as she remembered her first meeting with Joyce, and the Marie mistake.
"Anyway," Lilah continued, "When I was hired by Wolfram and Hart, one of my first clients was Joyce. This was around the time when she discovered her first tumor, and she wanted me to set her affairs in order should she die. I made out a will, and she would visit me from time to time to revise it."
Pausing, Lilah took a file out of her briefcase. "About a year ago, Joyce came for our last visit. She told me she needed a great big change in the will, about the young mother and daughter who were living with her. All though the meeting, you and your daughter were the only topic she wanted to discuss.
"I don't want you to feel that you were in any way responsible for speeding up Joyce's death. It was bound to happen, and she was always ready for it. But, you and your little girl made those last years for her enjoyable. She always wanted a daughter and grandchildren, and you did more for her than you could ever know."
Both the women had tears glistening in their eyes by the time Lilah stopped talking.
"Well," Lilah continued, handing the file to Buffy, "It's all in here."
"W-what?" Buffy stuttered, staring blankly at the file.
"The deed to the house, land, the gallery, and whatever money she doesn't give away to her friends and charities. I think you and your daughter are going to be fairly well off." She laughed at the shocked look on Buffy's face.
"I'd stay a bit longer," she finished while standing, looking quickly at her watch, "But I have to go. My fiancée Lindsey and I are going out to dinner, and he hates it when I'm late, so I'll say goodbye."
Turning on her heels, Lilah made her way down the steps, avoiding Aurora's artwork as she went to her car. Buffy felt new tears falling down her cheeks as she silently thanked her friend.
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JOYCE DAVIS'S LAST STATEMENT:
"To all my friends, I hope you don't cry for me that long. I've known that I am not supposed to lead a long life, but you have helped to make it a full one. This isn't my official will, but this is how I want my possessions to be divided, in English.
"For Mr. Rupert Giles, Ms. Anya Jenkins, Mr. William Giles, Ms. Drusilla Giles, Mr. Alexander Harris, Mrs. Cordelia Chase-Harris, Dr. Willow Rosenburg, and Ms. Tara McClay, I give you each the sum of $4,000. Please do not spend it on crap (Xander) or bills (Giles).
"Rupert, you will receive my collection of art books as a donation to the library. You and Anya will also get the set of china that Anya's been eyeing for a long time.
"William, you get the trunk of rare books I hid from you, because I know that you would've borrowed them long ago. I also will give you my grandmother's engagement ring, for purposes in the future. Don't give up, my dear (wink-wink).
"Dear, sweet Drusilla, I have a box of porcelain dolls with your name on it, companions for your Miss Edith. Have many wonderful tea parties.
"Xander and Cordelia, you will get the antique wardrobe I have in the attic. If you continue to have kids at the rate you do now, you're going to need all the storage you can get.
"Willow, the soon-to-be famous pediatrician, you get the apothecary table I bought in France a long time ago. It's not to hold records, so please make sure Oz doesn't take it over.
"Tara, my gardener and tea buddy, you get all of the gardening tools I never used. Ha, had you going there, didn't I? You get the rosewood bench in my room, the one I've known you've loved for many years.
"For my dear, darling Aurora Rose Summers, you will inherit the sum of $8,000 to be added to the generous trust fund given to you by the kind Wal- Mart people. Make me proud, sweetie.
"And, as for Buffy Summers, she will inherit the deed to my house, ownership of the gallery, and the sum of $10,000. For someone who has led such a tough life, you deserve it. Never, even for one second, believe that you are weak, because you are the strongest person I have ever met. Do not think of this as charity, but as something you have earned; for being the daughter I never had.
"And don't let any of your *friends* guilt you into giving them some more money. I'm watching you people.
"I love you all so much, and hopefully we will meet again. Except for Xander, who will have a wonderful time in Hell (I love you dear!)."
Joyce.
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Celestria16- Why, thank you dearie!
Mita427- Yes, I killed her! And, did you call me a stupid whore and "rawr" at me? Fucking fine! *Pulls off the gloves* It's on bitch! I'll kick yo' ass up and down the block! You will fear me like I fear Spam! Angel doesn't read books because he's stupid, so I don't think he'd know if Buffy became an author. Hahaha! She won't publish a book . . . yet. Luv ya too!
Sokkerblondie005- Sorry for the sadness, but all stories have to have some sadness, or they don't count as stories. I guess. Nope, Bangel is badness for me. But no hatred for you. He still is cute, even though peroxide boy is much much much much more cuter! I have no life.
Cali- I made you cry? Cool . . . and sad, but cool! Joyce was a great lady, and fun to write for. And yes, our Buffy may be harboring certain "more than friendly" feelings for Spike, but knowing her, it's going to be a difficult road. You shall receive little crumbs every now and then.
Imzadi- Yeah, yeah, sorry I didn't respond to your email. I promise on my collection of Buffy DVDs that I will finish MRV soon. Cool? Gave you a little Lindsey tidbit, even though it wasn't a walk on appearance. I like him and Lilah together. Sort of the "duo o' disaster", or goodness in this case. BTW, Lindsey was on "Las Vegas" last Monday, and he was so good.
Comedia- Yes, I could write a shorter chapter. I guess it was long enough for you, seeing how you're an idiot. Alsoiamhappythatyoulikeditandthateventhoughyouareawhoreiamgladyouaremyfriend .
Once More With Feeling- Yes, sadness for Joyce, but I hope the happy parts to follow will make up for it. SPUFFINESS IS THE BEST! BOO ANGEL!
Psychovampgurl- We don't have to look at the strippers, seeing how we are organizing the event. It is just to let people know that we hate homework so much we will hire people to strip for our cause. UST stands for "I'm going to annoy a lot of people because it's going to take for fucking ever to get these two morons together." Hope that helps. Thanks for the entry on my Open Diary. Luv ya too!
Lurking-in-the-shadows- Even though Joss is a GOD, I still am mad that he killed Joyce. But, we can't always have what we want. Thank you.
Tobert- You're going to have to wait a very long time before you get into the pure Spuffiness. A long time . . .
Semajyrrah- Thank you very much. I hope you like this chapter.
Rhapsody-child-of-the-sky- Know what you mean about Bungle (tee hee, I like that. Gonna have to borrow it). I'm glad you like my story.
