A/N: Thanks so much for the reviews – I hope you all like the chapter just as much!

Pulchra Nex: lol… I think that they're weird. All fat and … stuff… I had to play an acoustic once and my fingers didn't get cut so much as bruised… Thanks for the review!

General Mac: She's using a pick… but its on the neck where she's cutting her fingers – y'no, always moving them, and having to press down… Thankyou for your review!

spikegothicchick: Thank you again! For both of the reviews – I really liked them!

Mony19: Yeah, I thought it would be nice if they didn't know… just for a little twist…

pinkyblue-ice: I think this was pretty soon – lol. Thank you – I'm glad you like it.

funkydevil206: Lol. I did two in one day. I'm so proud!

spikesbint16: Thank you! Hope you like this chapter :P

Buffy yawned slightly, then got out of bed.

She glanced at her little clock which sat over on the other side of the bed. It was almost 10am. Big sleep in.

For a moment her heart raced as she found out she was late for school… then she realised that it was a Saturday.

She smiled to herself, then peered through her curtains at the rain spattered window – a walk on the beach in the rain. Sounds pretty, she thought to herself, jumping out of bed, ready for inspiration for her song.

She shoved her black swimmers on again, with a cute little pair of denim short-shorts. She piled her hair back into a high pony-tail and left without shoes, again.

She grabbed her iPod from the kitchen counter, hoping that a little rain wouldn't hurt it, but tucking it into her shorts just in case.

Hoping that she would run into Spike again today, she jogged off in the direction of the beach, rain gently washing over her.

Reaching Sunnydale Beach, she stood, watching the waves for a little while, watching how the rain poured and how the sand went darker at its presence.

She smiled and turned on her iPod, and heard the familiar sound of Greenday blasting through the speakers. She didn't know when, exactly, she had put Greenday on her music list, but hey, it had some good guitar to listen to, and she really needed to learn at the moment. Only four days to go…

I walk a lonely road
The only one that I have ever known

She closed her eyes a second before jogging down to the beach in time with the beat of the music.

Don't know where it goes
But it's home to me and I walk alone

Instead of dancing, she jogged, eyes closed, across the beach.

I walk this empty street
On the Boulevard of Broken Dreams

Focusing on the guitar, she visioned hers in her arms, lightly strumming along with the music she was hearing.

Where the city sleeps
and I'm the only one and I walk alone

She strummed, pretending that her guitar was right there with her, amazed that she could tell the chords just be hearing them.

I walk alone
I walk alone

She sang, and danced with her guitar, knowing to any passers-by, she would look like a crazy-person.

She laughed at this thought and dropped her invisible-guitar, and continued on her jog, silently remembering the exact conversation she had had with Spike yesterday morning.

Knocking slightly, Buffy waited outside Faith's house for the invitation to come in.

Faith opened the door, smiling widely when she saw Buffy.

"Yo B! What did you do?" Faith asked, smirking at Buffy's wet hair and soaked swimmers and shorts.

Buffy laughed, "Jog. In. The. Rain."

Faith joined her laughter, "I'll be back in a minute, we can go to yours and have a movie marathon – what do ya thing?"

"Sounds good."

Within minutes, Faith was back, and they both went off in the direction of Revello Drive.

Reaching Buffy's house, they went round the back and entered there, seeing as she had locked the front door.

"I'm just gonna go get changed," Buffy said, watching Faith put down her umbrella.

Faith nodded, walking into the lounge room and plonking herself on a couch.

Buffy jogged upstairs and dried herself off, putting on a pair of jeans and a sweet little purple camisole top with a lace up back.

When she got back downstairs, she saw Faith looking through her sheet music, at her lyrics and notes.

Buffy mentally cursed herself and walked over to Faith.

"Writing a song?" Faith asked, raising her eyebrows.

"Yes and No…"

One of Faith's eyebrows dropped, but the other stayed raised in question.

"Okay… If I tell you this, do you promise not to spread it? I don't want everyone knowing…" Buffy mumbled, only just clear enough that Faith could hear her.

"Yeah, B. You can tell me anything! You know that."

Buffy smiled, "Ms Calender wants me to sing a song… for the farewell assembly on Wednesday…"

"Aw. Buffy Summers. Singin' a little song. Didn't know you had that sorta courage, B!" Faith said, smiling and lightly punching Buffy on the arm.

Buffy smirked, "Neither did I…"

"So what, you sing your song, get you a record contract or something?"

Buffy laughed, "Yeah. Right. No, I'm just gonna write a song, sing it, and be done."

"We really could have some fun here. You realise that don't you?" Faith asked, nodding her head.

Buffy tilted hers and raised her eyebrows, "Hows that?"

"Buffy… this is your chance. To get noticed. To show people who you really are. You can do this!" Faith exclaimed, seeing the doubt in Buffy's eyes.

Buffy cracked a smile.

"Now… what are you going to wear!"

A/N: Okay, another short chapter – now to write some more of my other fics.

BTW – the song was Greenday's Boulevard of Broken Dreams. I don't particularly like it, but hey, it was on, so I thought to my self, what the hell – I'll squeeze it in.

Hope everyone liked… I had to tell Faith because she… well she'll come into it a little more now. Build a better relationship with Buffy…

Any suggestions?