"Dawnie, we need to have a talk," I knew this wasn't goin' to be a good thing by the look on her face. It was one of false love. Great, just great.

I put a big fake smile on and sat down perkily on the couch, staring at her like she was a goddess. Yeah right.

"There have been a few words getting back to me, as the guidance counselor, that you're doing bad things Dawnie. They tell me you've been having sex, and doing drugs? Is this true Dawn?" Her eyes no longer portrayed fake love, it was now hate and scorn. Again with the great theory.

"No it's not true, I mean why would I wanna do those people? I mean come on."

"Dawn I don't like your attitude, I don't think you're giving me the proper respect. I let you stay here when we found out you weren't even blood, don't you think I earned some respect?"

This is where another voice promptly cut in, thus shocking Buffy and I.

"No I think you deserve to have your head torn off but that's besides the point isn't it?

Oh. My. God. He was beautiful. He had the blackest of black hair with wonderful gray eyes. They looked as though they held the secrets of the world. He was not tall but not exactly short either, he was wearing black denim jeans with a white wife-beater, and a leather duster, not unlike Spike's, thrown over it.

"Lemme guess," Buffy's nasally voice interrupted my thoughts, "You're one of this whore's customers?"

She just called me a whore! I can't believe that little slut. Her of all people called me a whore. What and the hell is wrong with her dyed blonde self?

"Excuse me? Did you just call me a whore? You the queen of slutness called me a whore?" Her pretty pink lips formed a silent 'Oh' while she looked at me with nothing but contempt in her eyes.

"That's it Dawn Stephanie, I've tried to be nice but you just won't cooperate! You can no longer live here, I'm sorry, well no I'm not but that's besides the point." She pointed her finger at the door and yelled "Out!"

"Fine, later, or not. Slut!"

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Urgh the nerve of her! Walking down the street to the closet bus stop I finally realized I had no money, no clothes, my 'sister' just kicked me out, and there were footsteps behind me this entire time.

"Look here budd-"Oops? It was the guy who interrupted Buffy's calm talk. "Sorry, thanks for well I don't know, but thanks."

He stared at me confused, probably wondering why I was thanking him. Before smiling a smile so amazing it made me weak in the knees. What the hell, is this some book or something? I mean it wasn't even a 'perfect' smile you know? He didn't have blindingly white, straight teeth, but he just did something with his eyes that made you think it was perfect.

"Who are you anyways?" He seemed lost for a moment before answering.

"I don't know who I am, no one knows who they are really. You can call me Blaze though."

"Blaze. I like it, makes me think warm." He did that little grin again before nodding in agreement.

"Yeah, warmth."

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A/N Sooo what did ya'll think yay or nay?