Lone Wereweolf In L.A.
Chapter 9 - Just Visiting
A/N: Hello my pretty people! Thank-you for all your reviews! -preens- Weeell...aren't Oz and Aimee becoming good friends? So uber-cute-ness. Soooo...next chapter, here you are...enjoy! I must also apologise for my lateness in updating. i've kinda had Writer's Block and i've found it difficult to write.
DISCLAIMER: You know the drill already...look at the A/N of other chapters...
It was now friday. Aimee was working again. One of the other staff members, Liam, had called in sick. So it was Aimee who would have to subsitute. She agreed to get extra pay for working overtime. She was busy cleaning a table which had been left by a group of 19 year old boys, who had failed to chat her up and had turned to writing words with the sugar on the table. Aimee looked up and smiled as she saw the glint of a red head walk past the window. Oz turned his head and smiled and hurried slightly to enter and meet up with her.
"Hey Aimee." He said merrily.
"Oz, hi!" Aimee replied.
"Can I talk to you for a minute?" He asked.
"Uh, sure.." She agreed. She turned her head and called to the woman who had served Oz only a few days ago.
"Martha, i'm taking a break..."
'Martha' nodded and went to go see to a young mother who had walked in.
Aimee took off her apron and replaced it with a jacket. She nodded and walked out with Oz.
"So," Aimee began. "What's up?"
"Well, I was wondering if you were doing anything tonight.." Oz said sheepishly.
'Oh my GOD! Is he's asking me out?' Aimee screamed in her head.
"Uh no..."
"I'm working tonight and was wondering if you'd come along...you know, bit of that moral support?"
"Yes!" Aimee blurted out rather quickly, her cheeks went bright red. "Uh, yes! With the moral support thing! Because...it's a good thing, moral support. You can't get enough of it, uh huh!"
Her cover up was lame.
"Uh..yeah.." Oz raised an eyebrow and grinned. "Come by later on tonight at The Green Room, i'll be by the bar...I think.."
And with a little wave of his hand, he left.
Aimee was busy deciding what to wear after work that night. She frowned at a rarther woolly jumper, (that she thought she had gotten rid of) for a few seconds before looking towards a pair of denim shorts...which didn't look as if they wouldn't fit her anymore. Aimee sigh and randomly picked out a pair of old jeans, they were slighly big on her and had badges sew on them haphazardly. She sighed and picked up a light blue off the shoulder top. Checking to make sure she had no bruises, Aimee grabbed a jacket and purse and left.
Meanwhile Oz was standing lazily watching some band entertain (rather bady) The Green Room's crowd. He rolled his eyes and quietly served a girl about the age as him. He looked at his watch and sighed. No Aimee yet. He looked up once more as the band left the stage and another one came on. His eyes lit up. It was the Dingoes! His old band! They started playing one of their old songs; everyone was there, but instead of Oz himself playing lead guitar, Devon was...badly.
"Man...this lot is bad tonight..." Link sighed.
"Link! This is my old band!" Oz cried. "I'm missing from it, that's why they aren't as good, because I need to be there!"
"Well what are you doing here then? Go up there and entertain!" Link cried back.
Oz left the bar and jumped on stage; Devon looked both surpried and happy. He handed the guitar over and they started again.
Aimee eventually got in. She pushed through the crowd and got to the bar. No Oz. She frowned and looked towards the stage. Standing, playing perfectly, was Oz. Aimee looked up at him in awe; pushing her way towards the stage. Oz spotted her about a meter or two away from him and beamed at her. Aimee smiled back and waved. Oz had never told her he played guitar. He played it beautifully, he looked amazing up on stage.
The Dingoes played for about an hour before they left and another band came on. Link decided to give Oz the rest of the night off for giving a good show and Oz led Aimee outside into the cool evening air. Aimee was estatic.
"Wow! I had no idea you could play like that! You were awesome!"
Oz blushed.
"I could show you some more songs, if you want that is..."
Aimee grew quiet. She would had to be careful going home again if she stayed out too late. She would never know when her father would be lurking around the house.
"Sure. Thank-you"
Oz smiled and they walked on.
At Oz's, Oz and Aimee settled on a sofa as Oz grabbed his guitar and sat down next to her. He was blushing slightly, he broke the silence by asking:
"What should I play?"
"Anything..." Aimee replied, consumed with admiration.
Oz started to play a rather fast song at first; then the sound became chilled and mellow. Oz played any song he could think of; playing as best as he could. Aimee seemed to become lulled by the music, the playing was almost hypnotizing her, she gave a little happy sigh and fell asleep.
The wind began to howl suddenly, Aimee found herself in a woods. She tried to scream but no sound came out her mouth; she reached out into the darkness, groping for something, anything. Foot steps thundered behind her. She turned round frantically and slowly backed away. "No!" She screamed and ran, a hand out in front of her. Something caught her leg and Aimee stumbled to the floor with a thud. "Help...me..." she said softly. A sudden calm swept over Aimee and she closed her eyes and lay peacefully on the undergrowth. The quiet sound of a guitar faded away.
Aimee jolted her eyes open and blushed madly as Oz stared at her with a sudden interest.
"Oh..god...i'm sorry.." Aimee stuttered as she rubbed her eyes.
Oz mused slightly.
"I better go..." Aimee yawned and got up.
Oz also got up, a small smile on his face. Curiosity go the better of Aimee. She tilted her head to one side and frowned slightly.
"What? I didn't drool did I ?" She checked her face.
Oz laughed.
"No...you're fine" He replied and walked her to the door.
"Are...are you sure?" She asked, uncertain.
"You're fine.." Oz replied in a whispery voice.
Aimee felt her knees weaken. She had to get out...fast.
"Okay...see ya!" She said quickly and left.
Oz smiled at the closed door and went back to his guitar.
Thanks:
Ah, Screw it...
The Queen C: Ah forgetting things happen, don't sweat it. I lovedwriting that bit too.Glad you enjoyed it!
Selene Beau Pre: Thanks! Here's the next installment.
Livi: yes! Spread the Oz love! Glad you like the story.
Writer By Day: You speak, I deliver!
HiddenOperaAngel: Fan banned authors from giving thanks to people who reviewed their stories. Anyways, thanks! I think I will make Cordy seem a little like her 'normal' self...but when she leaves Buffy, isn't she supposed to mature a bit?
