"Hello this is the Dragonfly Inn, Buffy speaking" Buffy greeted. "Why yes we do have a vacancy on May 8th." By the time she hang up, Buffy had a serious problem unhinging her smile, the same smile that had been plastered all day long. She sighed as she looked down at her empty coffee cup.
Buffy made her way into the kitchen for a refill only to find Willow yelling at one of her assistant chiefs. "No! You do not use that spoon to stir the sauce! Don't you know anything!" Buffy cleared her throat loudly to get her friends attention. "Coffee's over there Buff." Willow turned back to the cooks and waiters. "Miguel, serve this to table six and Peter," she handed them some plates. "Table four." With that she turned toward her perplexed friend with a huge smile. "It's fun to be boss."
"Wow Will look at you" Buffy smiled. "All power hungry."
"It feels good." Willow giggled.
The door to the kitchen swung open once more and in came (me: turns on suspenseful music) William. "Liz, we need to talk."
"No" she replied walking right past him and into the foyer.
"NO? You can't just shut me out like that Lizbeth."
She whirled around annoyed. "No I refuse to speak to you and my name is BUFFY!"
As it turned out, avoiding Spike was becoming harder and harder to do. The band had more and more free time as their manager negotiated contracts. She was tired of him, the band, and most of all her depleting mental health. Thank you William.
She was about ready to just call it a day when a little nine year old girl with dirty-blonde colored hair and very blue eyes with green specks came running toward Buffy. "Mommy!" the little girl cried.
Buffy instantly smiled, forgetting all about William, and only concentrating on her little girl. She picked the girl up and swung her around playfully before setting her down once more. "Hey Jenny. How was the sleep over?"
"It was okay" she replied with a shrug. "But I missed you."
Buffy shrugged as well. "I'm a very missable person." Jenny rolled her eyes at the woman before her. "Where's Xander?"
"Well, I was racing him and well, you know uncle Xander."
As if summoned, the wheezing older man near collapsed at the front desk. "Damn she's fast."
"Nope" Jenny stuck out her tongue. "You're just slow."
Xander tried to right himself and glanced at Buffy. "She's more and more like you everyday."
"Two Buffy's?" questioned the familiar British voice. Buffy's eyes widened. Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh fuck she thought. "Well hello" Spike stooped down to the girl's level. "What's your name?"
"Jenny" the little girl responded timidly.
"Well that's a pretty name."
"William, now is not a right time."
"You know him mommy?" wondered the little one. And there it was, the truth of the situation.
A/N: Well there you go, another update. Look, I forgot where I was going with this story so I was hoping you might be able to give me suggestions. I really need them. If worse comes to worse I might take it out of fanfiction or I might just stop writing. Either way I really wanna continue it in a non-sucky way. Lol. REVIEW!