A/N: Thanks to Wolfmon, the one person who reviewed the last chapter, I'll dedicate this one to you. For those of you still reading... the end is near.

Faith POV

The next day, I show up at Buffy's house around 2:30 in the afternoon, Joyce's car is still in the driveway so I know she's still home – thank you, God. Buffy won't ream me about last night with Joyce around. I take a deep breath and knock.

"Oh, hi Faith, come on in. Buffy's still upstairs getting ready, you know how she is," she gives me a warm smile.

"Hi Miss Summers, and how are you doin' this fine day?" I ask, crossing the threshold.

"Oh, I'm alright, I just have to go see Dr. Lee today and then I can go shopping." Now I know where B gets it from.

"Gee, I hope you're not getting sick, Miss Summers."

"No," B interrupts, walking down the stairs, "Dr. Lee is her plastic surgeon."

"Plastic surgery? Aw, you don't need that Miss Summers." Joyce gives me a brilliant smile, but before she gets a chance to respond, B interjects.

"She already got it."

I look at Joyce with a raised eyebrow, "You did?"

"Yeah, I got these…" she proudly cups her breasts with her hands "…about two weeks ago." Now that I'm looking, they are much… fuller… and perky too.

"What do you think, Faith? Not too big are they?"

"No, they're… uh… nice… very nice." I give her a huge grin. Out of the corner of my eye, I can see B roll her eyes at me.

"Why thank you, Faith. See Buffy, Faith thinks they're nice." Of course I do, they're a free pass to check out Buffy's tits.

"Of course she does," Buffy growls walking into the kitchen. Joyce seems confused by that comment and looks at me for an explanation. I merely shrug.

"So, do they feel weird having them at all?"

"No, they're quite soft actually, just like real ones."

"Oh." That's not really what I meant.

"You want to feel?" My jaw drops, before I answer she takes my hand and places it on her breast. Covering my hand with her own, she squeezes. The reality of this situation doesn't set in till Buffy walks back in.

"MOM!"

"What? I paid enough for these, if people don't feel them what was the point of getting them?" She lets go of my hand. Damn, stupid Buffy. B just glowers at me.

"C'mon, Faith, lets go," B hisses, stomping out the door.

"Bye honey," she calls after Buffy's retreating form, "bye Faith," she purrs. What the fuck? I turn to look back at Joyce, but Buffy grabs my arm and yanks me out the door. I coulda swore that Joyce just…

"I cannot believe you felt up my mom!" Buffy snarls as soon as we're inside the car. I did no such thing. Well, not really…

"I wasn't—"

"And what about last night?"

"I didn't—"

"Shut up Faith, I hate you." Okay, guess its going to be one of those days.

"Damn, don't get all huffy, Buffy." That was a bad idea, she's glaring again.

"Fuck you."

"I—"

"Don't even start," she hisses. Okay, I'm not even going to try.

Its been almost twenty minutes and she still hasn't said a word to me. She must be really mad, I didn't actually think she was physically capable of silence for more than 5 minutes. We pull to a stoplight and I sneak a glance at her, she's still just staring out the window. I just don't understand her. She can't be that upset about the Cordelia thing, I've ditched her hundreds of times to go get laid. And me groping her mom, well, that wasn't really my fault.

I reach over and tuck a stray lock behind her ear, "C'mon, B, I'm really sorry." About whatever you're mad about.

No answer.

"How about we swing by Krispy Kreme? We can even go inside, I know how you like watching them being made."

No answer.

Shit.

"I'll take you to see that new Britney Spears movie," I can't help the shudder that escapes my body when I utter the last part. She's been begging me to take her to see that forever though.

No answer.

I sigh, I know what will make her happy. Fuck. I turn off the freeway and head into the underground parking structure. I hate coming to this place, I swore I'd never come with her to this place again. Ever. The things I do for her. I fucking hate this place. She turns and looks at me as she realizes where we are, her eyes are wide. I give her a fake smile.

"Alright B, I—"

"The mall!" she squeals with delight and jumps out of the car almost before I stop.

Oh, crap, what the hell have I gotten myself into?