Still don't own BtVS. Don't sue me.
I can't believe we've finally made it here. It took us a good month, but we finally reached Cleveland. When we saw the sign, telling us that we were entering the city, we all cheered. A month on a stuffy, yellow, school bus was enough to drive anyone to kill.
Thankfully, we all arrived in one piece.
Now, to find a large place for all of us.
We pulled up to another motel and Buffy, with Xander and Willow tagging along, headed on inside to get us some rooms. When they came back, they told us that four or five people might have to stay in one room. Andrew and I shared a look. We always liked being able to stay together, alone, in a room. We always had fun together, and there wasn't even any sex involved. Andrew was quickly becoming my best friend.
I didn't even feel his arm slung around my shoulder until I actually started paying attention to reality.
"We're sharing a room with Vi, Rona and Xander." Andrew announced.
I sighed and nodded. "We call dibs on the bed."
He grinned wide. "Of course."
We jumped onto the bed at the same time that Vi, Rona and Xander walked in.
"Damn you two!" Rona exclaimed, dropping her stuff onto the floor.
"Yeah. We're slayers, we should get the bed." Vi added, glaring at me and Andrew.
I merely stuck my tongue out at the two girls and grabbed my clothes to change into. Xander already had called dibs on the couch. His lazy ass was on it, asleep. I smiled and walked into the adjoining bathroom where I changed into my pajamas.
When I walked back out, I saw Vi on top of Andrew. If it wasn't Andrew, I would have thought the dirtiest thoughts.
"What is she doing?" I asked Rona.
Rona shrugged some. "Andrew said something about her, so she's killing him."
I nodded, unaffected. Until I realized what she had said.
I walked over toward Vi and pulled her away from Andrew. "No killing Andrew tonight." I said, shooing her toward her bed on the floor.
I crawled under the covers and looked at Andrew.
"What?" He asked.
I reached over and smacked his arm. "What did you do to her!" I hissed.
He pouted and rubbed at his arm. "Nothing…" He said, trying to sound innocent. He got under the covers. "Don't worry about it."
I shook my head and muttered something under my breath as I turned onto my other side, my back facing Andrew.
When I woke up in the middle of the night, I found Andrew's arm draped loosely across my waist. For the first time since we left Sunnydale, I smiled. I smiled a genuine smile.
Stay tuned for more.