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Chapter 2

Wes's point of view

As Giles re entered my office I noticed he was holding a paper. I might mention one I was sure I had thrown away earlier that day.

"So Wesley Wyndom Pryce who is it that is sleeping in the lobby?" Giles asked. It seemed like a fairly harmless question, but then I wasn't sure of what he was carrying. I was not prepared for what was to come.

"Winifred" It came out impeccably clear almost a whisper. It sounded far away not like my voice at all. I realized to late what I had said.

"Is this the same Winifred with the hair that 'blinds me with effulgent curls as they delicately cascade down the back of your neck. My eyes bulge at their brilliance.' Man your poetry is worse than Spike's."

"Mr. Giles you will give that back!" I knew I should have invested in that shredder. I was screwed! Giles had been waiting to get back at me from that first day I met him and Buffy in the library. I had been so stupid back then. I mean I had thought Cordelia was the one for me. I wonder if a disaster like that can happen twice in one lifetime? No, I didn't write poetry about Cordelia sucky poetry means real love or it wouldn't be so bloody awful. It can't really be worse than Spike's poetry, can it?

"Mr. Wyndom Pryce if I were you I would be worried about the papers scattering the lobby, take this one here for instance." Giles plucked another discarded piece of paper from the floor. It was yet a second poetry attempt. He read possibly my worst poetry ever. "'Your eyes sparkle. I see that they wish to learn all that can be, if only you turn that curious gaze and learn of me. See, what you see you may learn is me. Be? Be it you or me that I see? I see a future where we two will be an us.' That is just wrong. I could do better than that you should at least be able to tell that 'us' should be we. Bloody hell man you are a watcher for Christ's sake, watch something." Mr. Giles was shaking me at this point.

"I am watching. It just so happens that what I'm watching is a beautiful girl I'm in lo . . . No wait that's not right I'm not in love with her. I don't know what I'm in. I love her I just don't know if I'm in love. You're right I'm mooning over some girl I barely know! I should be watching for danger and coming apocalypses!" Life is so not fair when a stuffy librarian I haven't seen in about three years knows more about me than I do. Giles started gathering all the pitiful poetry attempts that scattered my office and the Lobby. One he had about twelve more pieces he started to read them again. Each attempt at poetry got increasingly worse as Giles read them.

He was having a jolly old time. He had completely forgotten the reason he came in the first place. He didn't care about the ancient scroll we spent an hour looking for, just that damned awful poetry. I hope he choked from laughing. Wait the scroll if I threaten to destroy it that should shut him up. "Mr. Giles if you persist with this mockery of my feelings I will destroy this precious prophesy of yours!" I was yelling and I didn't even realize it until the words were out of my mouth. I wish I hadn't what if Fred was awake? What if I had woken her? I hate Giles.

"You are blood hilarious Wes. I know, same as you that the second you discovered that scroll had some importance to me that you would never do anything that might distort the text in anyway." If Giles were just a librarian instead of a watcher I wouldn't have to deal with the insight he has into my way of thinking. He had started to laugh again as he resumed reading my frail attempt at expressing my feelings. I hate that he is right. I hate that he knows he's right. I hate that he has position of my poetry. Most of all I hate how he keeps looking at Fred while he reads my poems.

"Mr. Giles you will give me back my paper or suffer the consequences!" If he didn't believe me fine, but I was ready to take action. He was of course laughing again. I don't know what happened, but I suddenly lunged over my desk straight at Giles. He jumped out of my reach to my dismay.

"Oh it won't be that easy! You will have to catch me if you want these papers back. Last time I saw you I believe I was much more fit than you were. You better start now Wesley because I won't waste anytime." With that Giles started to move out of my office. I fallowed his every move .He was just as fit as before, but I was a fair match this time around. He turned and ran. Around the desk, behind the couch snatching up more poetry when he got the chance. I was on his heels grabbing the poetry that I could to keep it from him. We made our way around the lobby three or four times papers flying in all directions. I was starting to worry that the racket we were making would wake Fred. If did in fact wake up I had no doubt that some elusive piece of poetry which had eluded Giles's, as well as my own, efforts to clean the floor of any evidance.

After a fifth turn around the room Giles headed for the stairs. He leaped up them three at a time. When ever he landed a rather loud clunk on the stairs accompanied the motion. "Mr. Giles if you do insist on continuing to foolishly romp about at least attempt to keep it down or you might wake Fred." I felt foolish since now it was I who was bounding up the stairs three at a time.

" You mean Fred as in Fred who has 'fine eyes which envelope me in their chocolate color. I float away on a heavenly dessert. I lose myself to the ecstasy of her hair and eyes in their rich chocolate shades.' Maybe Spike would give you poetry lessons if you asked nicely?" Giles replied with a smirk on his face. Watchers do not smirk, especially stuffy librarian watchers. At least we are done with the stairs. On the down side Giles is now belting out my poetry so loud that even Angel could hear it in the basement. I'm sure I will die from embarrassment once I see Fred she is surely awake now knows that my heart overflows with feelings for her. Great now even my thoughts are poetic. "MR. GILES!" I yelled at the top of my lungs, it couldn't do any harm now.

Giles went down the back stairs and out the door that led to the ally behind the hotel. I was gaining on him. I threw all my strength against the door and ended up flying through it straight into Mr. Giles tackling him to the ground. He must not have been hurt to badly since he was laughing hysterically once he got his breath back. I was busy wrestling my poetry out of his grasp.

"Truce! Truce!" he was able to get out between his laugh attacks.

"Fine Mr. Giles what do you propose as the basis of this truce?" I didn't trust the way his mouth slowly curved into a smile when I said that.

End Chapter 2

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