Lyrics belong to hilary duff "who's that girl"

:who's that girl
Where's she from
No she can't be the one:

I sat in my trailer, shaking my knee up and down,
tapping a pen against the edge of the table. I
glanced at my phone on the table in front of me, then
up at the clock. Nine o'clock. I reached for the
phone, then
jumped when there was a loud knock on my door.

"Yeah?" I yelled.

"Just me," Krista called as she opened the door,
stepping into my trailer. She looks as me, still
holding my phone. "Oh good god. Just call her, will
you please?"

"I know," I lean back on the couch. "I just, god, she
makes me so nervous."

"She must be special," Krista smirks, sitting on the
spinning desk chair. She twisted side to side on it,
smiling at me. "I don't think I've ever seen you
nervous. About anything. Ever."

"I've never been nervous like this," I admit. "When I
touch her, it's like touching electricity. I
litterally get light headed, and it scares the fuck
out of me."

"I hate to tell you, but that's what love is. It's
scarey, and dangerous, and should make you feel like
you have no control over any of it."

"I hate not having control," I answer sighing.

"I know," she stands, heading for the door. "Call
her, you'll never forgive yourself if you let her get
away."

"Yeah," I answered as the door swung shut. I scrolled
through the phone, clicking Buffy, and send. With a
deep breath I put the phone to my ear.

"Hello," she answered after the first ring.

"Hey," I answer smiling. "So...ice cream?"

"You've never been to Coldstone?" Buffy asked in
astonishment as she dragged me forward like a little
kid.

"No," I shook my head as we entered the ice cream
store.

"But you've heard of it right?"

"Well yeah, but I just didn't feel it was important."

"Not important? How long have you lived here?"

"Um...five years? Yeah five I guess, I mean I was
out here to film a couple movies, but didn't actually
move here till," I explained.

"Well I grew up here till I was fifteen. I grew up on
Coldstone. It is a necessity."

"What can I get for you?" The bored teenage boy behind
the counter asked.

"Vanilla, two scoops" answered Buffy promptly, I
raised an eyebrow looking at her. "What?" She asked.

"Vanilla? All this talk of how special this place is,
and you get vanilla? Don't they have some sort of
exotic special flavors to try?"

"They make vanilla special," she pouts for a second
before grinning. I smile back at her.

"Make that two, on cones," I tell the kid without
looking away from her. She nods, agreeing with the
cones.

"Here you go," we broke our staring to grab our cones.
"That's gonna be seven twenty eight." All of a
sudden the kids eyes light up. "Oh, shit, you're
her?"

"I'm who?" I ask, handing him a ten.

"Faith, you're Faith! You are so hot," he grins and I
laugh.

"Thanks," I take the change, dropping it in his tip
jar. "See ya." I follow Buffy outside, and we claim
a table.

"You get that a lot huh?" She asked.

"Yeah, but they are all always really sweet like
that."

"So, um, not to pry, but what happened to your
girlfriend?"

"Yeah," I smiled. "Well we broke up."

"I caught that, from the way you weren't running away
from me." She answered.

"I didn't mean to do that to you," I smiled. "Things
had been iffy with us for a while, meeting you just
made it harder to ignore that."

"I'm sorry," she took a bite of her ice cream, looking
down at it.

"Hey," I reached across the table, taking her hand.
"It's not your fault. It was my decision, and it was
the best decision I've made in a long time." She
smiles, leaning across the table, I meet her halfway,
kissing her slowly. Mmmm, the vanilla did taste
special.

"Um, sorry to interupt what you're in the middle of,"
I looked up to see the kid who served our ice cream
standing by the table, my Maxim cover in hand. "Which
is really hot by the way, you two kissing, but could
you sign this?" He held out the magazine to me, hands
shaking a little.

"Sure," I grabbed the magazine and the sharpie,
signing it.

"Did you just buy that?" Buffy asked, looking amused.

"No, I had it in my backpack," he grinned sheepishly
as he took the magazine back. "Thanks so much."

"No problem, have a good night."

"You too," he backed up and turned going quickly into
the ice cream parlor, on the other side of the glass I
saw the other three employees looking out at us.

"So, where were we?" I ask, leaning back to her, she
grins and leans forward, stopping just short of
kissing me.

"You realize we have an audience right?" She asks.

"Does that bother you?" I ask.

"Nope, you're the celebrity."

"Kiss me then," and she does. It's fantastic,
something great about being with someone and not
having to worry who might see. I am loosing myself in
the kiss untill there is a sudden cold drop on my arm.
I pull back a little.

"That's sticky."

"Not the response I was going for," she frowns.

"No, my arm." I motion to it and she sees the ice
cream on my arm, and notices her ice cream dripping.

"Oh! I'm sorry," she grabs my arm, lifting it a little
and bringing her mouth to my arm, gently sucking and
licking up the drops from my arm.

"Oh," I bit my lip watching her, then I shut my eyes,
overcome by the way her mouth fells on me. She pulls
away, the warm spot on my arm quickly cooling in the
air. I open my eyes to see her staring at me
intently.

"Faith?" She asks. "You okay?"

"Not sure," I answer lowly. "Do you want to go
somewhere?"

"Yeah," she nods. We stand in unison, both dropping
the remainder of our ice creams in the trash.

I took her hand, together we walked back through the
park on our way to the only available parking space we
had been able to find. I was surprised there were
actually a bunch of other couples out and about.
I just thought about us as a couple, fuck this girls
got me twisted.

"What are you thinking about?" Buffy asked, squeezing
my hand and pulling me out of my thoughts.

"Actually I was thinking about us being a couple. Is
that weird?"

"Yes, in a very fascinating and exciting way," she
stopped, pulling me to a stop, and pulling me against
her. "Kinda like you," she kissed me gently.

"Good answer," I smiled, pushing hair behind her ear.

"Glad you liked it," she kissed me again, pulling back
quickly and smiling at me.

"You drive me kinda crazy, you know?" I asked.

"I get that a lot," she nods, then frowns looking over
my shoulder. "I gotta go," she pulls away.

"What?" I frown confused. "I thought we were..."

"Yeah, sorry, just someone, something came up, and I
gotta go," she's backing away quickly, making me feel
like a did something wrong. I step foreward grabbing
her arm.

"Go where?" I ask.

"I'm sorry," she kisses me quickly then takes off. I
consider following her, but damn that girl is fast.
In seconds she's dissapeared.

"Did I just get Punk'd?" I ask the now empty walkway,
shaking my head and continuing to the car. Not sure
how she's getting home, but not really sure about
anything about her actually.