:lie to me
Joss owns who he owns…and this is the last time I'll say it…. Lyrics belong to Evanessence "breathe no more"

:Convince me that I've been sick forever
And all of this
Will make sense when I get better:

"Faith," Kaden shouted somewhat drunkenly as Jess and I stepped into the apartment.

"Kaden," I called back, mimicking his drunkenness. Jess grinned, motioning to the bar set up on the table next to us.

"Guess we have a little catching up to do," she picked up the vodka, pouring out two shoots.

"I hate this stuff, J," I winced taking the glass, quickly downing it.

"Gets the job done," she answered, wincing at the taste of her own shot. "I'll mix us a couple drinks." I nodded as Kaden appeared to give me a big hug.

"Whoa, having a good time," I laughed as he almost pushed me over in his excitement.

"Well if by a good time you mean 'rockin the hizzle' then hell yeah."

"Never say hizzle in front of me again. Kay?" I patted his chest, as I took the glass from Jess and went to mingle.

It's always nice to be at these small parties with friends, no business pressure or anything. It's the staring that always weirds me out a little at first. Inevitably there are people there who I don't know, and who know I am on TV. Part of the room will get
silent as I pass, all of them just looking. Creepy.

A few drinks later I am talking with Jess and Kaden's girlfriend Maria when I see Bailey pushing his way towards us. A cute red head is following a little behind him, looking more than a little nervous. For a few seconds I wonder if he has sweet talked this
little girl into leaving with him when I remember Kaden mentioning his sister.

"Faith, what's up," Bailey nods to me, pulling his sister to a stop in front of me.

"Hey, Bailey," I smile at them both, and the girl gives me a small smile, starting to look a little less frightened.

"This is my little sister Kia, she's a big fan."

"So I heard," I smile, putting out my hand. "Nice to meet you."

"You too," she smiled. "I really love your stuff. You always do awesome movies, and shows and I," she paused for a breath. "I just really like you."

"That's, awesome," I answer amused. "How old are you?"

"Seventeen," she answers immediately.

"Bailey, you are letting you innocent little sister get drunk with these Neanderthals?"

"She can handle herself," he shrugged.

"Come and hang out with us for a while, I grabbed Kia's arm pulling her into our little huddle, and effectively blocking Bailey out. When I looked back he was gone.

"Don't let any of these older men sweet talk you into anything, got it?" I asked Kia who nodded.

"Or any of the sweet talking older women," Maria said teasingly, I glared at her.

"Oh my god, so you really are a lesbian?" Kia squealed. "That is so cool."

"It is also so not anyone's business," Jess snapped, taking my arm and trying to pull me away. Kia had an expression on her face like she was going to cry.

"Hey, she's just sensitive," I call to Kia as I am pulled away. I wink at her and a smile a mile wide spread across her face.

"Wait, can I get a quick picture?" She called after us. I pulled myself free of Jess who glared at me as I stepped back to Kia.

"Sure." We pose as Maria snaps a shot with Kia's digital camera.

"Send a copy to Bailey and I'll sign it for you," I give her a quick hug then head off to find Jess who has stormed off.

I step onto the balcony, which is surprisingly empty aside from Jess, who is smoking feverishly at the end. I step up behind her, wrapping my arms around her waist and she shrugs me off. She doesn't bother to turn and look at me when she rolls her eyes.

"Why do you have to be that way? We don't need every random fan knowing
our business. That's why you don't talk about it in interviews. Remember?"

"She's Bailey's sister. That's not random," I answer, leaning back against the rail as she turns to face the courtyard below. "Besides, everyone knows about me, even if I don't tell it's just a feeling they get."

"Well my parents don't know and I'd like to keep it that way," she practically growls.

"Jess, you're twenty-seven, and out to everyone else, don't you think it's time to clue your parents in?"

"No, it will never be that time. I've told you that before."

"Well maybe it's time for me to be with someone else then," I wave her off as I step back into the apartment. I bump into someone, spilling their drink all over both of us.

"Oh, god I'm sorry." I squat to grab the glass, and immediately knock heads with the other person. "Oww," I look up smiling into the most beautiful pair of green eyes I've ever seen. Blonde hair falls over a face just as striking as the eyes.

"Sorry," she winces. "Oh my god, you're Faith Spencer."

"Yeah," I smile, knowing I must look retarded. I grab the glass and we both stand, I hand it to her. "And whose drink am I wearing?" Oh yeah the smooth me makes a comeback.

"Oh, sorry, I was just so shocked. I'm Buffy Summers." Just the sound of her voice sends a jolt of electricity through me.

"Sorry I spilled your drink," I offer.

"It's my fault. I'm a little drunk," as she says this she stumbles back a little, knocking into a bookshelf. I notice for the first time how drunk she is. I reach out to steady her and a sticky hand finds mine. Again electricity as her fingers touch mine.

"Come on," I smile putting an arm around her waist. "Let's go wash this off."

"Okay," she nods. "I can't believe that I meet the Faith Spencer, and I am a stumbling drunk." I laugh as we stumble into the bathroom together.

"Don't worry I am more than a little drunk myself." I set my drink on the counter.

"Aww, we're drunk," she giggles. We both wash our hands quickly. "I have to pee," she announces. "Is that okay? Will you wait for me?"

"Sure," I laugh, leaning against the door. She sits on the toilet, keeping up a stream of conversation as she pees.

"Faith, "Vegas Night's was an awesome movie."

"Everyone keeps bringing that one up," I laugh.

"You were just so cute. And I love the new show!"

"Thanks."

"Can I come visit you on set? Oh my god. Am I the biggest asshole for asking that?" I laugh at her I can't help it. "What?" she asks indigently, pulling up her pants.

"Nothing," I shake my head. "Give me your number and I'll make sure you get on set."

"My number? Are you hitting on me?" She asks, stepping close. My senses are assaulted with the scent of her, warm, alive, vanilla.

"No," I answer, even though the husk in my voice is admitting otherwise. She smirks knowingly. "Finish that." I point to my drink. She does as she is told, downing it in one gulp, and dropping the plastic cup in the garbage. I take a breath as she looks me over.
"Kiss me."

She steps up to me and oh so gently kisses me. If it wasn't for the door I would be flat on my back from that little kiss. She comes in to kiss me. I try to hold back, thinking of Jess, but there is only so much you can hold back when crushed between a door and
a hot girl. We kiss again, longer this time, her tongue teasing at my lips. Finally she lets me break the kiss.

"I love the way you hesitate," she reaches past me for the doorknob and is gone.