Part 08
Summary: Oz's presence has... repercussions. S2 E27
Disclaimer: I own whatever OC's I create, and not much more.
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AlbumThisWasWrittenTo: "Decksandrumsandrockandroll", by Propellerheads
Pre-fic Comments:
What fic do you guys want me to work on next?
I think my tea mug needs it's half-yearly washing. The tannin is starting to flake away from the sides. (Don't any of you /dare/ suggest I cut down from one cup every half hour or so -- I need my caffeine!)
Xander's face was morose as he made his way to class. Ever since he'd gotten near school that morning, people had been pretending to feel sorry for him.
"Dude," a boy said, patting him on the shoulder. "Way to get dumped."
He spotted Buffy coming down the hall. Yay! Someone to complain to who would probably want him to feel better!
"Ooo, Buffy my bud," he began, "you will not believe..."
He paused as Buffy looked at him.
"Can't talk right now," she said tersely. "Angel."
Figures, Xander thought to himself. Dead Boy gets more screentime than me.
"Do you need help," he asked.
"It's alright," Buffy said absently, resuming her trek to the Library.
Man, he was not having a good day. Dumped last night, freaky dreams which didn't freak him out, social pariah once more... nope, today was of the slow crawl through hell variety.
"Gee, Xander, maybe you should learn a second language so that even more girls can dump you," Harmony jeered. "You can't even bleach your hair right. What a spaz!"
Stupid grey, black and white hair, Xander muttered to himself. Stupid were-asshole. I wish I could get back at Cordelia for this, make her know what it... feels... like...
His train of thought gathered speed as he saw Amy near the stairwell. Amy the witch. Amy the witch he had the dirt on. Amy the witch he could convince to work the mojo for him. Xander rushed over, grabbing her by the upper left arm and dragging her into a corner.
"What are you doing," Amy asked.
"Amy, good to see you," Xander smiled amiably. "You're a witch."
"No, I'm not," Amy said quickly. "That was my mum, remember?"
"Yeah, I'm thinking it runs in the family. I saw you working that mojo on Ms. Beakman," Xander said, as if discussing the weather. "Maybe I should go tell somebody about..."
"That's not even...," Amy began, then gathered her wits and glared angrily at the teenage male. "That is so mean!"
"Blackmail is such an ugly word," Xander snarled, glaring back at her.
"I didn't say blackmail," Amy blinked, taken aback.
"Yeah, but I'm about to blackmail you, so I thought I'd bring it up," Xander shrugged.
Amy folded her arms, and stared at him confrontationally. "What do you want?"
"What do I want," Xander laughed. He turned his head around, staring at Cordelia who was talking to her fellow cheerleaders. "I want some respect around here. I want, for /once, to come out ahead. I want the Hellmouth to be working for me. You and me, Amy... we're gonna cast a little spell."
Amy looked past him at Cordelia as well, then turned her eyes up at him. Cordelia had given her hell over her mum's attempt to become a cheerleader, and had put extra effort into putting Amy into her 'place', socially.
"Let's talk," Amy said. In the end, she had control. She doubted Xander could tell whether she was casting a 'keep away' or just about any other type. "There's an empty classroom near here."
"Okay," Xander grinned. He opened the door for her. "I want you to cast a love spell on Cordelia."
"A love spell?" Amy was surprised. She had thought Xander wanted revenge, but it looked like he was just wanting his girl back.
"Yeah," Xander agreed. "You know, just the basic can't eat, can't sleep, can't breathe anything but little old moi."
"Well, that kind of thing is the hardest," Amy complained. "I mean, to make someone love you for all eternity?"
"Whoa! Whoa, back up," Xander protested. "Who said anything about eternity? A man can only talk self-tanning lotion for so long before his head explodes."
He had had to sit through many years of Cordelia talking to her friends in class. He didn't want to go through any more years of that than he had to, and didn't want to be any closer when she was talking about shoes.
"Well, then I don't get it," Amy frowned. "If you don't wanna be with her forever, then what's the point?"
She would have gone for public humiliation. Perhaps turning her clothes invisible during a cheer at the next football game.
"The point is I want her to want me," Xander explained. "Desperately. So I can break up with /her/ and subject her to the same hell she's been puttin' me through."
"Oh, I don't know, Xander," the young witch frowned thoughtfully. It wasn't that she didn't want to cast the spell, there were just a few technical problems. "Intent has to be pure with love spells."
"Right. I intend revenge. Pure as the driven snow," Xander asserted. "Now, are you gonna play, or do we need to have another chat about invisible homework?"
"I'll need something of hers," Amy said, stepping closer to Xander. Even if Cordelia had dumped him, she'd still score points for picking him up as a boyfriend. And he was easy on the eyes. "A personal object."
"Alright," Xander smiled.
Cordelia wouldn't even know it was him, and he could try out that shapeshifting werecat thing in the process.
Post-fic Comments:
If this seems OOC to you, check canon. S2, E28.
Part 09
Summary: Oz's presence has... repercussions. S2 E27
Disclaimer: I own whatever OC's I create, and not much more.
Feedback: Unlike most sound setups, I like positive feedback. Like most amps, a little bit of negative feedback can help as well.
AlbumThisWasWrittenTo: None. Paper thin walls, five in the morning.
Pre-fic Comments:
Go insomnia.
Okay, I made a mistake in the earlier parts of this. Snow leopards (along with tigers and some other big cats) have round pupils, not slitted ones. I've got pictures as well as websites backing me up on this one.
Xander paused as he stepped out into the hallway. Perhaps he wouldn't have to try the shapeshifting thing -- freaky dreams were enough freak for him. Cordelia, spotting him, turned around and began briskly walking the other way. Xander walked faster, overtaking her and forcing her to pay attention to him.
"Oh, come on, don't flatter yourself," Xander frowned, spotting Cordelia's lips begin to move. "I'm not gonna make a big scene. I just want the necklace back."
"What? I thought it was a gift," Cordelia said in disbelief. And she thought he could sink no lower...
"No. Last night it was a gift. Today it's scrap metal," Xander said callously. "Figure I can melt it down and sell it for fillings or something."
"You're pathetic," Cordelia spat. "My God, you can't even pick your clothes with the lights on, what made you think you could dye your hair?"
"Methinks the lady doth protest overmuch," Xander quoted quietly, spotting the Cordettes beginning to gather. He wondered how on earth he remembered that, before mentally shrugging.
"Let me guess, you actually want to eat this week so you need to get a refund on your tacky piece of tin," Michelle, another Cordette, sniped.
"Ha, ha, ha," Xander said slowly. His brown eyes flashed grey for a moment, and all the girls went back a pace before Sunnydale Denial kicked in.
He spun around, stalking off.
At the other end of the corridor, Amy tapped him on the shoulder. "Did you get it?"
Xander's face collapsed into a smile. "Nope, guess we have to go to plan B."
"Plan B," Amy asked. "We make her clothes invisible at the next big game?"
Xander paused. "Definite potential, but no."
"Hmmm," Amy hmmm'ed. A silly grin grew on her face abruptly. "I dunno, Brain, where are we gonna get rubber pants at this time of night?"
Xander slouched into the Library, and wandered over to the table. As he had suspected, half a dozen books on were-creatures were lying open across the varnished finish.
Heh. Giles the Watcher was /so/ predictable.
"Hey, G-man," he called out in blatant disregard for the normal silence allowed to a library. "Can I flick through these books here?"
Giles absently poked his head out his office door. "Don't call me that/Alex/. And yes, you may."
"My name isn't," Xander began, before trailing to a halt. "Darn. It is."
Giles smirked as he ducked back into his office.
"Right, let's see," Xander muttered, grabbing the nearest book. "How to, how to, how to..."
Half an hour later, he banged his head on the table. "Stupid books!"
"Xander," Giles said sharply, emerging from his inner sanctum. "Treat them with respect, thank you."
"I'm trying to figure out how I can turn into a cat, and these books don't mention that anywhere in the index," the teenager complained.
Giles smiled. "Planning untoward adventures on the school skylights, are we? No, I know what it's like to be young. What have you found so far?"
"Only a bunch of stuff about immanentizing the eschaton, or metamorphosomething," Xander frowned. Academic effort didn't come easily to him.
"Imma--," Giles began, before sighing deeply. "Here, that book is /The Eye In The Pyramid, and that one is Ovid's /Metamorphoses/. Both are fictional."
"Oh," Xander blinked. "Why are they out here, then? I thought you'd have books on were-whatevers open out here."
"Oh, no," Giles said. "Why, if you'd asked, I would have directed you to the right book. Here, this is what you're looking for."
"Can I borrow it?"
"As long as you return it in the condition you borrowed it in."
"Thanks," Xander grinned, throwing the book in his bag and running out the door.
"Oh, you're perfectly welcome," Giles said to the empty air.
The cat slunk into the backyard. The small area was unnatural to it's eyes, composed of short grass and uniform hedges. A snuffling sound announced the presence of a dog.
The cat mentally rolled it's eyes. A dog. Hopefully the mutt would not dribble on the cat's coat -- stupidity could well be infectious, at that level of depravity.
The cat blinked, surprised, as it turned a corner and came face to face with the dog. It appeared surprisingly small to the cat, and the cat hissed as it swiped the dog across the nose, claws only partly out.
The canine got the hint, and yelped quietly as it ran to it's doghouse.
The cat, silent predator, lifted it's prey from the porch, taking the main part in it's mouth. It then legged it for the hedge.
Not that the dog was willing to take any chances, fleeing cat or no fleeing cat. That cat had been bigger than it!
Xander changed back, and looked at what he'd stolen. A small plastic framework with pegs dangling from it. In turn, feminine underwear dangled from the pegs. He carefully took one that had been meticulously labelled 'C CHASE' and stuffed it in his pocket.
The umbrella-peg thingy went back over the hedge. The dog yelped again as it got beaned on the head by it.
Okay, time to get to school. Amy was waiting for him, then she'd do the ritual.
Part 10
Summary: Oz's presence has... repercussions. S2 E27
Disclaimer: I own whatever OC's I create, and not much more.
Feedback: Unlike most sound setups, I like positive feedback. Like most amps, a little bit of negative feedback can help as well.
AlbumThisWasWrittenTo: 'Supersystem', by The Feelers
Pre-fic Comments:
You all deserve some explanation as to why there hasn't been any parts to any of my fics in a week. For some reason, the muse really doesn't like staying at my parent's house, and when I stayed there for a week, it took off and didn't come back until a week after I got back. Check out the AlbumThisWasWrittenTo if you get the chance, by the way. Really good New Zealand band.
On the plus side, the Government is going to start loving me and giving me money again on the 21st, so I won't have to keep begging money from people and looking for work quite so hard.
Hatten, your fic motivated me to work more on this fic :)
Xander felt worried, for some reason.
Part of it was undoubtedly due to the circumstances. He was sitting, shirtless in his jeans, inside a red symbol painted on the science lab floor holding a burning candle. What he had come to call his inner animal was restless, and if he wasn't set on the spell he'd have been pacing the floor.
Power was here.
Three stripes of red were painted across his bare chest. He could easily smell the acrid tang of blood rising from the drying liquid, as well as a spice that he couldn't identify.
Power was dancing across his skin.
Amy stood at the bench next to the symbol on the floor, stirring a beakerful of a witch's brew that Xander couldn't identify for love or money. It stung his nose, even as the blood beckoned, and his inner cat wanted to get away from this. The bunsen burner and the candle were the only sources of illumination in the darkened laboratory.
This power was strange. Strange is not good for one's nerves.
"Diana... goddess of love and the hunt... I pray to thee," Amy said, in a slightly wavering voice. "Let my cries bind the heart of Xander's beloved."
The taste of the power sharpened as she started lowering a piece of the panties that Xander had stolen into the beaker. It tasted gritty, in a not altogether displeasing fashion.
"May she neither rest nor sleep," Amy continued, "until she submits to his will only."
Resonating in an otherworldly fashion, the flames of the bunsen burner leapt up as the spell built, weaving the power. Fumes from the beaker rose, solidifying in the air into a brilliant construct of energy that wrapped around Amy's gesticulating hands.
Diana, bring about this love and bless it," Amy said.
The swirls of power, spellcraft, and will began to fall to the beaker, dissipating.
"Blow out the candle now," Amy commanded.
Xander obeyed her, blowing out his lit candle.
The next day, Xander paused as he looked into the school lounge.
Cordelia was there, looking around like someone who had lost something dear to them.
He smiled. The prey had no clue. The Cat felt like playing.
"Xander," Cordelia yelled as he walked through the doors to the lounge, spotting him. "Where were you? I was missing you, bigtime!"
"About," Xander said, a corner of his mouth drawn up in a smirk. "I thought you didn't want me anymore? I seem to recall a big dumping scene, right on Valentines day, kinda reminiscent of month old socks, you and cheap perfume..."
"I can't believe I was so stupid," Cordelia said. "How about a consolation date tonight? The Bronze?"
"Seven," Xander asked. "Sounds good to me."
"Want a seat," Cordelia asked. "Harmony was just saying she had to go talk to Larry."
Harmony looked up, dismayed. "I was, sure, but--"
"I won't stand in the way of twue wuve," Xander smiled. "Go on, scoot."
He felt like letting the prey believe it was in no danger, before he acted. Or didn't, rather.
Harmony frowned as she reluctantly got up, and left. She wanted to find out what the deal was with Harris and Cordelia!
Xander smiled as he entered the Library. "Hey, guys."
"Hi, Xander," Buffy said.
"Look, here's another," Giles said eagerly, like a little boy presenting a crayon drawing. "Here. Um, 'Valentine's Day.' Yes, uh... 'Angel nails a puppy to the...' Oh, hello Xander."
"Skip it," Buffy commanded.
"Uh, but it...," Giles stuttered.
"I don't wanna know. I don't have a puppy. Skip it," Buffy frowned. That, and she dealt with enough sick stuff nightly without Giles adding to it.
"Right you are," Giles sighed, getting up. "I'll get another batch."
"Things are looking up," Xander said, approaching the table as Giles left it.
"Yeah," Buffy nodded. "I heard about you and Cordy. That's her loss."
"Ah, but did you hear the /new/ hear," Xander grinned.
"New news," Buffy asked, blank.
"We're back together," Xander explained. "Date, tonight at seven."
"That is so sweet," Buffy gushed. "I can't wait until I let Willow know!"
"Know what," Giles asked, returning with more Watchers' Diaries in hand.
"Xander and Cordy are back together," Buffy relayed.
"Ah, congratulations," Giles said, flicking through the pages of the first diary to come to hand. "Really, we must develop a better index of these things... ah, here's another one. 'Angel drowns...'"
Buffy silenced him with a raised hand. "Is this gonna give me nightmares?"
"Uh, maybe," Giles said cagily.
"Here's an idea," Xander said. "Why don't we dust fangface?"
"No," Buffy said. "There... there might be a chance that he could get his soul back."
"Every night, Buffy, Angelus is killing people," Giles said, taking his glasses off and cleaning them. "We must consider destroying him. Remember, you're not looking at Angel anymore, just the beast that killed him."
"Uh," Xander raised a hand questioningly. "Can we not throw around the term 'beast' like that?"
"Er, quite right, sorry," Giles apologised.
"What if he goes for Joyce," Xander asked. Who he meant was quite clear. "G-man, those diaries say anything about that?"
"Er," Giles looked down at the diary in his hand, hurriedly donning his glasses. "'Angelus drowns Drusilla's mother, suspect fixation on girl. Darla kills three, and--'"
"Okay, okay," Buffy blew up. "I get the idea! Xander, don't you have a date to get ready for!"
Xander held up his hands defensively. A snarl curled his lips. "Okay, I know when I'm not wanted."
Post-fic Comments:
There was a reason that the $$hole wanted Xander and Oz to come with him. See if you can figure it out from this part.
Got another letter yesterday, marked 'OHMS'. (That's 'On Her Majesty's Service', to all you Americans.) Opened it, quite excited, only to find it was a doctor at Linton Army Camp requesting my latest optician's report. Le sigh.
Part 11
Summary: Oz's presence has... repercussions. S2 E27
Disclaimer: I own whatever OC's I create, and not much more.
Feedback: It encourages me to write more, peoples.
AlbumThisWasWrittenTo: 'S&M', by Metallica
Pre-fic Comments:
Am I the only one that thinks of a different expansion than Symphony & Metallica for the above album?
A shriek resonated through the Summers household, and Joyce ran to the scene of agony, to find her only daughter standing before the bathroom mirror in wide-eyed terror.
"Mum, something majorly wrong has happened to my teeth! Look at them," Buffy said, panicking.
"It's nothing to worry about," Joyce soothed.
"Cordelia and all the other sheep at school are going to point at me and call me 'Bucktooth Buffy'," the Slayer complained.
"Buffy," Joyce reprimanded. "Don't call other people sheep! I'll make an appointment for you at the dentist, how about that?"
Buffy considered this, frowning nervously. "But... what about school?"
Joyce sighed. "You'll be fine, honey."
The short blonde scanned the large, dimly lit club, looking for Xander's now distinctive hair. She spotted it fairly quickly, and moved over to the group, who had moved all the couches in the club to under the stairs.
"Buffster," Xander grinned, from where he had an arm around Cordelia. "Nice to see you made it!"
Buffy smiled back. "I guess. Hey, have you seen Willow at all?"
"Rosenberg is trying to dance," Harmony said dismissively. "With the emphasis on trying."
"Don't worry, Harmony, I'm sure that one day you'll be able to dance half as well," Xander smirked.
The Cat felt playful.
Buffy paced behind one of the couches. "I was thinking about that guy we were talking about earlier, Xander..."
"Angelus," Xander asked.
"Yeah," Buffy nodded, continuing to pace. "I think I might go /talk/ to him."
"You want to sit down at all," Cordelia asked. "You look like you've got ants in your pants."
Buffy felt nervous, on edge. She had been ever since she'd entered the Bronze, for some reason. "No, I'm good. I'll get going."
"I'll go with you, make sure everything goes okay," Xander said, rising. "Cordy, you stay here."
"Do I have to," Cordelia frowned. "I wanna go with you."
"I want you to stay here."
"Okay," Cordelia shrugged, relaxing into a posture that proclaimed her ownership of the entire building.
"He's staying at Spike and Dru's old mansion of a warehouse, isn't he," Xander asked, as they left the club. "Mansion as in haunted house, I mean."
"Yeah, Giles thinks so," Buffy nodded. "God, I just feel so nervous about him... what if he does go after my mum?"
"Swing by your place to pick up some sharp edged goodness," Xander asked.
"Sure," Buffy nodded. "You got some stakes?"
"I even got the bottle of holy water you get after purchasing ten stakes," Xander said proudly. "I'll get the free cross soon, with my twentieth stake."
Buffy had to laugh at that. "Want some knives as well? I'll even throw in that special cross, if you want one."
"Thanks," Xander said gratefully. "Say, what happened to your teeth? One of the uglies get in a lucky shot?"
"Oh my God," Buffy exclaimed, covering her mouth. The rest of her words were muffled. "You're going to start calling me 'Bucktooth Buffy' soon, aren't you!"
"It's no biggie," Xander shrugged. "Willow had braces once, you know."
"She did," Buffy asked cautiously, mouth still covered.
"Sure."
"You're not allowed to tell anyone," Buffy commanded imperiously.
"Do I /look/ like Cordelia," Xander smirked.
"I thought you were back with her," Buffy asked, puzzled.
"She seems so... shallow, you know," Xander said. "I guess she isn't who I thought she was."
"Hang on," Xander said, slowing to a halt a block away from the warehouse. "I'll go scout things out."
"How are you...," Buffy started to ask, trailing off as Xander... changed.
His limbs altered as fur grew from his skin. Buffy blinked, missing most of the transformation. She laughed as the cat tried to get out of the jeans and the Hawaiian shirt.
"Oh, hold on while I help," she laughed.
Xander-cat gave her a dirty look. He'd done that on purpose, so he wouldn't have to strip in front of her.
"There," Buffy said, rolling his stuff into a ball and putting the heap o' stuff into his backpack, which was then slung next to her own. "Go get 'em, tiger."
Xander-cat rolled his eyes at this. /Snow leopard, not tiger. Yeesh./
He clawed his way up the wall, and then started easily loping across the tin roof, wincing as some of his pads came down on a hot patch near a badly made tin chimney.
"Oh," Drusilla laughed, clapping her hands together. "Kitten's come! Here, kitty, kitty, kitty, Mummy's got a surprise for you!"
"Who's the cat," Spike asked, rolling his wheelchair around the long table plonked in the middle of the warehouse.
"Come on, Mummy won't hurt you," Drusilla crooned, gesturing downwards at one of the windows mounted high up on the roof.
"Dru, pet, who is this blasted cat," Spike asked, getting ticked off.
Drusilla gestured at one of the nearby minions. She had an ample amount to choose from. "Get my cat down from that tree, good sir!"
"There," Angelus laughed, pointing at the open window. A pair of cat's eyes reflected back in that eerie manner that cats eyes do. "There's your cat, Spike! Go hug the puddy tat!"
"Shaddup," Spike grumbled, as the owner of the eyes disappeared from the window. "All that fuss over a bloody moggy."
Post-fic Comments:
Scones are /nice/. Cheap, easy to make, and you can put anything on them. Heck, they're even nice with just marge.
Part 12
Summary: Oz's presence has... repercussions. S2 E27
Disclaimer: I own whatever OC's I create, and not much more.
Feedback: It encourages me to write more, peoples.
Pre-fic Comments:
Regarding reviews and feedback? "Celeste's Blowjob Principle", guys. It ain't as if I get anything out of writing this.
Xander yawned as he strolled into school. It was such a nice day... he felt like curling up in the sun and going to sleep. If only it wasn't so hot. His brown eyes faded to grey.
"Hey, Xander, why'd you ditch me last night," Cordelia called out to him as he opened his locker. "I thought we were on."
Xander looked over at her. "I was getting bored. Say, I was thinking that this wasn't such a good idea, and... maybe we should just split up."
The look on Queen C's was worthy of a thousand words, in Xander's opinion.
"But... but..."
"Wow, dumped by the King of the Geeks," Harmony sniped from the sidelines. "Way to go."
Xander finished grabbing his books and marched off to class, smirking. While the hunt had been fun, it had also been getting boring.
Amy sat down by Xander in Geography, an inquisitive expression painted on her face.
"Cordelia's in tears, you know," Amy offered. "Maybe... maybe we shouldn't've done it."
Xander sighed. He'd been thinking about it too. "I've got a free next, how about you?"
Xander leant back on the lab stool, back to one of the supply cupboards. The ceremony to stop the spell was amazingly simple, compared to what they'd had to do to start it.
"D-Diana, goddess of love, be gone," Amy commanded, dropping some herbs that stung his nose into a beaker she had going on top of a bunsen burner. Sparks rose from the open mouth of the container. "Hear no more thy siren's s-song."
The girl held an open hand towards Xander. "Panties!"
Xander wordlessly handed her Queen C's panties from where they'd lain on the workbench.
Amy waved them through the steam rising from the beaker, then dropped the scrap of fabric into it. A cloud of energy condensed from the steam, and Amy had to grab at the table to stay upright. Xander unconsciously sprouted claws at his fingertips, clinging to the wooden cupboard behind him. He'd probably need to work on his sneakers afterwards, as well.
"What the--," Amy began, but as soon as she spoke, the energy spiralled down into the beaker and the air in the room became still.
"Did that do it," Xander asked.
"I... think so," Amy said uncertainly. "There's one way to find out.
Cordelia blinked, looking around. How did she suddenly arrive at school, fully clothed? The last thing she'd remembered was climbing into bed in a nightie.
"Cordelia," Karen asked. "You, like, alright there?"
"I'm fine," Cordelia said scathingly. "Did you see those shoes at Softex Fashions? They were to die for!"
"I thought you were busy moping over Harris," Harmony said, in a tone of voice far too daring for Cordelia's liking.
"Loser-boy Harris? My God, you have to be kidding," Cordelia sniffed. "I pitied him, true, but it was so far for him to climb to reach my pinnacle of perfection, you know?"
"I thought he dumped you," Michelle, one of the younger Cordettes, asked.
"Please," Cordelia said dismissively. "In Chem, make sure you look at Summers. Did you see her teeth this morning?"
"No," Harmony said, smelling blood.
"Well," Cordelia began as the group of girls began to move away from the staircase. "She..."
Xander looked over at Amy, a sad smile on his face. "It seems that it worked, as we can see from the lack of results."
"Yeah," Amy agreed. "I don't think she remembers anything."
"I can't believe I did that," Xander said. "It was a nasty, evil thing to do... I guess love and hate make you do strange things."
"I wouldn't know," Amy said. "I've never had the chance at either."
"Hey, did you understand what Mrs Kerbopple was on about this morning," Xander asked, changing the subject.
"Sure," Amy said confidently. "She meant that..."
Buffy looked on in disbelief from her vantage point near the lockers as the two moved away.
"I can't believe it..."
Her books fell to the floor, as her hands went to her mouth in panic. "She noticed! I don't believe this! She's going to call me names, I just know it!"
Post-Fic Comments:
My clothing knowledge extends about as far as K-Mart. Hallensteins, if I REALLY need fancy. I know as much about women's clothing stores as I do about the microclimates of Neptune's moons. I made up a store for Queen C to reference from my box of cheapo tissues.