Title – Fia'in Summer
Summary –Two lives being led by one person. Buffy Summers is the newly famous punk singer Fia'in Slayer, what happens when her friends find out.
Disclaimer – Not mine! All characters belong to Mutant Enemy and Joss Whedon
Rating – Pg-13, I suppose.
A/N – Writers block attacked me. Sorry about the long delay.
Chapter 11
The first day of school had finally arrived. The week since I had been home was all around horrible. The feelings of being watched hadn't gone away yet. I had got a week's grounding for the party, how Giles knew I don't think I will ever know. And yesterday day Angel had yet another female attached to his arm when he walked into the Bronze. Dating him is starting to sound more appealing each time I see him with another one of his ladies. All I had to do is figure out how to date without telling him about my singing career. I wouldn't want to lie but it would be necessary to keep a low profile.
As I walked towards the school I felt as if I was being watched once again. Like usual I scanned the area surrounding me. The only thing I saw was a slowly moving black Lexus on the road behind me. Walking a few more paces I noticed that it was still going at the same speed as before. It seemed to want to follow me rather than pass.
My guard was now up and I was beyond paranoid. I had to get rid of the tail before I got to school. If my suspicions were right than it was the reporter from my party, and I sure didn't need him following me to school, that would be the best way to blow my cover.
Taking a quick glance at my watch, eight thirty-seven, I took one last glance behind me before ducking into the Expresso pump. I bought a mocha as I watched the car park across the street. I didn't want to go back out were he could follow me. With my mocha in hand I weave myself in with the morning crowd and made my way to the side entrance. Once I was in seeing range of the door I quickly the scanned the front of the store making sure the car was still there. My luck was with me, for it was.
Slipping into the alley next to the building, I turned away from main- street and headed towards the street behind the Expresso Pump. I wanted to get to school without ruining my day by trying to deflect questions from a nosey magazine writer.
Just as I exited the alley the sound of a car turning down the alley caught my attention. Looking back behind me I saw that it was once again the black Lexus. With a graceful turn I step onto the sidewalk and weave myself into the morning rush of streetwalkers. Moving myself so that I was as far from the road as possible without scraping the wall I stood still and watched as the Lexus passed. I watched the car to make sure it turned before continuing my way to school.
I had just got into the residential area right before school when I noticed the Lexus, was parked by the curb and the reporter was standing by his car. I scanned the area around me looking for an escape, finding none I continued moving forward. As I passed the car the reporter took to my side and began walking with me. Having become annoyed with him following me continually I stopped and turned to face him.
"You've been following me all morning and I want to know why? Now!"
"My name is Wesley Wyndham-Price and I am a reporter for the LA Confidential. I was wondering if I could have a few moments of your time. You see I was supposed to find out how you were spending your last year in Europe and so you can imagine what a surprise it was for me that you never went to the airport. Instead you moved to Sunnydale a town only hours from your original home."
"I don't know what you are talking about Mr. Wyndham-Price." I replied
"You are Fia'in Slayer are you not?" He inquired.
Keeping my face expressionless I answered, "No. I'm sorry you are mistaken. It is rather flattering that you thought I was such an idol however you may want to know that I am not her. In fact I am totally tone deaf when it comes to singing."
"I am not mistaken," he cried indignantly, "You are Fia'in Slayer."
"Sorry sir but I am not. Now if you don't mind I have to get to school I am already fifteen minutes late." I ended the conversation.
Ignoring the now sputtering reporter I made my way to the school grounds. Not wanting to get another late in English I took my time getting to my locker. When the bell rang signaling the end of the class I grabbed my history books and started off for the next class. Just after I sat down Oz took his seat next to me. Before he could ask the questions that I knew were forming Willow did it for him after she took her seat.
"Where were you this morning?"
"I slept in," was my vague answer.
It seemed to pacify Willow but not Oz. He was always the hardest to lie to. Not wanting to see the questions that were in his eyes I turned my attention to the front of the class. Normally I would have spent the class writing songs but with the nosey reporter there was to great of a risk of someone seeing what I was writing.
The feeling of paper sliding over my arm brought my attention back to my two friends. Looking down I saw it was just a piece of paper. Looking over at Willow I saw her make the gestures of opening, so I picked it up and did just that.
'Bronze tonight?'
'For awhile.'
Folding it back along the creases I watched the teacher to make sure her attention was elsewhere before handing the note back to Willow. When she opened it she shook her head in acknowledgement before slipping it into her binder.
History seemed to be extremely boring today. Then again it could be I didn't have my songs to work on. The beginning of the day seemed to pass quickly once history was finished. When lunch approached the gang and myself decided to walk up town for lunch. I had pushed the thoughts of Mr. Wyndham-price from my mind and so I wanted to kick myself when I saw him standing by his car on the same street I left him before. Willow seemed to notice him too because she gasped. Right then I knew that my lunch hour was going to become all that more complicated.
"What," Oz questioned Willow.
"That's the guy from Buffy's party. The one that said he was a reporter for LA confidential."
While Angel spoke Oz just raised an eyebrow.
"Well let's see why he thought that Buffy here was actually Fia'in Slayer."
"NO!" I said firmly against the idea.
"Why," Oz inquired calmly.
"I just do not feel like spending my lunch hour interrogating some psycho fan of Fia'in Slayer. If he does in fact believe that I am she than I would like to keep as far away from him as possible."
"Fine than you and the girls go and order lunch while me and the boys speak with him," Angel persisted.
Getting frustrated with his continuing persistence I growl. Why couldn't he just leave things well enough alone? No he had to stick his nose in where it didn't belong and definitely was not wanted. Seeing that talking wasn't going to get him to leave it alone, I grabbed his arm and tried to drag him towards the Expresso Pump.
Being petite in stature sure can be a bother sometimes. Especially when it comes to trying to get your much larger friends to move. Turning my attention to my friends I send the females pleading looks.
"Angel I'm hungry and a quarter of my lunch hour is already passed. Now move before I get bitchy." Cordelia came to my rescue.
Anya was next to agree, "Yes I am hungry as well and that man is unimportant compared to my stomach.
"Yeah Angel, I'm hungry to man. I need food before going back to school and if we stand here all day then I'll never get it.
Breathing a sigh of relief when a look of defeat enters Angel's eyes I turn to walk. That is when I noticed Oz and Willow staring intently at me. Shit, I always seemed to forget about them two. Not stopping in my steps I made my way towards the Expresso Pump.
It wasn't until I was actually seated that I noticed Oz and Angel hadn't followed us in. I waited for five or so minutes before I began to worry that they had stayed behind to talk with Wesley.
"Where are Oz and Angel?"
"They said that they were going to talk to that guy?" Doyle answered with a bit of annoyance.
"What about lunch? They're both growing boys and they need to eat," part of my worry seemed to slip through.
Willow's eyes slightly narrowed and I knew her suspicions were growing. "Why you worried Buffy, they'll be here soon enough."
"Just don't want to see them get cramps from eating to fast. That's all." I try to assure her unconvincingly if her narrowing eyes were any indication.
All the others were now looking at me strangely. Wanting to get away from their piercing gazes as well as interrupt Angel and Oz's interrogation session, I excused myself from the table and hastily exited the door.
Just as I was exiting the door I ran into a solid frame. I breathed a sigh of relief when I felt a pair of strong arms surround my waist, keeping myself from falling. That was until I saw that its was Angel's arms. Seeing his face so close to mine left me breathless. Not wanting to embarrass myself anymore I sound on my shaky legs and removed myself from his arms. I could of sworn a look of displeasure flickered through his eyes when I stepped away.
"Where you going Buff?" Angel inquired.
"Nowhere," was my meek reply.
"Nowhere?"
"Yes Oz nowhere. I was only seeing if you two were coming after all lunch is almost over." I snottily replied, hoping to stop the conversation.
Not getting an answer I turned back and sat in my spot once more. Only seconds later Angel sat next to me and Oz took his spot beside Willow. The absence of the two of them was not discussed and the only lull in conversation was when the food arrived.
Summary –Two lives being led by one person. Buffy Summers is the newly famous punk singer Fia'in Slayer, what happens when her friends find out.
Disclaimer – Not mine! All characters belong to Mutant Enemy and Joss Whedon
Rating – Pg-13, I suppose.
A/N – Writers block attacked me. Sorry about the long delay.
Chapter 11
The first day of school had finally arrived. The week since I had been home was all around horrible. The feelings of being watched hadn't gone away yet. I had got a week's grounding for the party, how Giles knew I don't think I will ever know. And yesterday day Angel had yet another female attached to his arm when he walked into the Bronze. Dating him is starting to sound more appealing each time I see him with another one of his ladies. All I had to do is figure out how to date without telling him about my singing career. I wouldn't want to lie but it would be necessary to keep a low profile.
As I walked towards the school I felt as if I was being watched once again. Like usual I scanned the area surrounding me. The only thing I saw was a slowly moving black Lexus on the road behind me. Walking a few more paces I noticed that it was still going at the same speed as before. It seemed to want to follow me rather than pass.
My guard was now up and I was beyond paranoid. I had to get rid of the tail before I got to school. If my suspicions were right than it was the reporter from my party, and I sure didn't need him following me to school, that would be the best way to blow my cover.
Taking a quick glance at my watch, eight thirty-seven, I took one last glance behind me before ducking into the Expresso pump. I bought a mocha as I watched the car park across the street. I didn't want to go back out were he could follow me. With my mocha in hand I weave myself in with the morning crowd and made my way to the side entrance. Once I was in seeing range of the door I quickly the scanned the front of the store making sure the car was still there. My luck was with me, for it was.
Slipping into the alley next to the building, I turned away from main- street and headed towards the street behind the Expresso Pump. I wanted to get to school without ruining my day by trying to deflect questions from a nosey magazine writer.
Just as I exited the alley the sound of a car turning down the alley caught my attention. Looking back behind me I saw that it was once again the black Lexus. With a graceful turn I step onto the sidewalk and weave myself into the morning rush of streetwalkers. Moving myself so that I was as far from the road as possible without scraping the wall I stood still and watched as the Lexus passed. I watched the car to make sure it turned before continuing my way to school.
I had just got into the residential area right before school when I noticed the Lexus, was parked by the curb and the reporter was standing by his car. I scanned the area around me looking for an escape, finding none I continued moving forward. As I passed the car the reporter took to my side and began walking with me. Having become annoyed with him following me continually I stopped and turned to face him.
"You've been following me all morning and I want to know why? Now!"
"My name is Wesley Wyndham-Price and I am a reporter for the LA Confidential. I was wondering if I could have a few moments of your time. You see I was supposed to find out how you were spending your last year in Europe and so you can imagine what a surprise it was for me that you never went to the airport. Instead you moved to Sunnydale a town only hours from your original home."
"I don't know what you are talking about Mr. Wyndham-Price." I replied
"You are Fia'in Slayer are you not?" He inquired.
Keeping my face expressionless I answered, "No. I'm sorry you are mistaken. It is rather flattering that you thought I was such an idol however you may want to know that I am not her. In fact I am totally tone deaf when it comes to singing."
"I am not mistaken," he cried indignantly, "You are Fia'in Slayer."
"Sorry sir but I am not. Now if you don't mind I have to get to school I am already fifteen minutes late." I ended the conversation.
Ignoring the now sputtering reporter I made my way to the school grounds. Not wanting to get another late in English I took my time getting to my locker. When the bell rang signaling the end of the class I grabbed my history books and started off for the next class. Just after I sat down Oz took his seat next to me. Before he could ask the questions that I knew were forming Willow did it for him after she took her seat.
"Where were you this morning?"
"I slept in," was my vague answer.
It seemed to pacify Willow but not Oz. He was always the hardest to lie to. Not wanting to see the questions that were in his eyes I turned my attention to the front of the class. Normally I would have spent the class writing songs but with the nosey reporter there was to great of a risk of someone seeing what I was writing.
The feeling of paper sliding over my arm brought my attention back to my two friends. Looking down I saw it was just a piece of paper. Looking over at Willow I saw her make the gestures of opening, so I picked it up and did just that.
'Bronze tonight?'
'For awhile.'
Folding it back along the creases I watched the teacher to make sure her attention was elsewhere before handing the note back to Willow. When she opened it she shook her head in acknowledgement before slipping it into her binder.
History seemed to be extremely boring today. Then again it could be I didn't have my songs to work on. The beginning of the day seemed to pass quickly once history was finished. When lunch approached the gang and myself decided to walk up town for lunch. I had pushed the thoughts of Mr. Wyndham-price from my mind and so I wanted to kick myself when I saw him standing by his car on the same street I left him before. Willow seemed to notice him too because she gasped. Right then I knew that my lunch hour was going to become all that more complicated.
"What," Oz questioned Willow.
"That's the guy from Buffy's party. The one that said he was a reporter for LA confidential."
While Angel spoke Oz just raised an eyebrow.
"Well let's see why he thought that Buffy here was actually Fia'in Slayer."
"NO!" I said firmly against the idea.
"Why," Oz inquired calmly.
"I just do not feel like spending my lunch hour interrogating some psycho fan of Fia'in Slayer. If he does in fact believe that I am she than I would like to keep as far away from him as possible."
"Fine than you and the girls go and order lunch while me and the boys speak with him," Angel persisted.
Getting frustrated with his continuing persistence I growl. Why couldn't he just leave things well enough alone? No he had to stick his nose in where it didn't belong and definitely was not wanted. Seeing that talking wasn't going to get him to leave it alone, I grabbed his arm and tried to drag him towards the Expresso Pump.
Being petite in stature sure can be a bother sometimes. Especially when it comes to trying to get your much larger friends to move. Turning my attention to my friends I send the females pleading looks.
"Angel I'm hungry and a quarter of my lunch hour is already passed. Now move before I get bitchy." Cordelia came to my rescue.
Anya was next to agree, "Yes I am hungry as well and that man is unimportant compared to my stomach.
"Yeah Angel, I'm hungry to man. I need food before going back to school and if we stand here all day then I'll never get it.
Breathing a sigh of relief when a look of defeat enters Angel's eyes I turn to walk. That is when I noticed Oz and Willow staring intently at me. Shit, I always seemed to forget about them two. Not stopping in my steps I made my way towards the Expresso Pump.
It wasn't until I was actually seated that I noticed Oz and Angel hadn't followed us in. I waited for five or so minutes before I began to worry that they had stayed behind to talk with Wesley.
"Where are Oz and Angel?"
"They said that they were going to talk to that guy?" Doyle answered with a bit of annoyance.
"What about lunch? They're both growing boys and they need to eat," part of my worry seemed to slip through.
Willow's eyes slightly narrowed and I knew her suspicions were growing. "Why you worried Buffy, they'll be here soon enough."
"Just don't want to see them get cramps from eating to fast. That's all." I try to assure her unconvincingly if her narrowing eyes were any indication.
All the others were now looking at me strangely. Wanting to get away from their piercing gazes as well as interrupt Angel and Oz's interrogation session, I excused myself from the table and hastily exited the door.
Just as I was exiting the door I ran into a solid frame. I breathed a sigh of relief when I felt a pair of strong arms surround my waist, keeping myself from falling. That was until I saw that its was Angel's arms. Seeing his face so close to mine left me breathless. Not wanting to embarrass myself anymore I sound on my shaky legs and removed myself from his arms. I could of sworn a look of displeasure flickered through his eyes when I stepped away.
"Where you going Buff?" Angel inquired.
"Nowhere," was my meek reply.
"Nowhere?"
"Yes Oz nowhere. I was only seeing if you two were coming after all lunch is almost over." I snottily replied, hoping to stop the conversation.
Not getting an answer I turned back and sat in my spot once more. Only seconds later Angel sat next to me and Oz took his spot beside Willow. The absence of the two of them was not discussed and the only lull in conversation was when the food arrived.