Buffy walked in her house slamming the door hard.
"Mom, I'm home." Her mom wasn't
"So you see, then she took the guy who had her cornered, because she wants to be a police officer and I have no idea how kicked him in the gut, making him fly against the wall…he wasn't able to get up…she broke some ribs."
"Mom?" She followed the voice into the bathroom and dropped her bag at the sight.
"What the hell are you doing here?"
"Buffy, Randy has just come to return your book and then we started talking about…well you."
"Get out."
"You can at least say thank you." Joyce reprimended
"Okay, thank you. Now GET OUT!"
"Buffy, I've already invited him to dinner."
"You what?"
"Well I thought that it would be nice to have company over. So go get dressed for company."
"Mom, this is Randy. I don't need to dress up for him." She just got a look telling her she better do it.
"Fine. I'll be right back. Randy, make yourself at home." She shot him a look of hate but Joyce missed it. She came down the stairs, dresssed in a pair of black wide legged jeans and a dark green cami. "Happy mom?"
"Yes." Joyce went on cooking.
Buffy took a seat across from randy.
"What are you seriously doing here?" She said after a few minutes.
"I'm trying to make you understand that I like you and I'm not quiting until you agree to go out with me."
Buffy rolled her eyes.
"Randy, I'm not worth it seriously. I don't have any idea what you see in me…besides a pretty face…but, if it'll get you to stop stalking me…" She paused and thought. "I can't believe I'm doing this…I will go out with you…one date."
"yes!" Randy grinned. Buffy had to admit that he had a nice smile.
Dinner was uneventful…except Joyce and Randy kept talking about her. That was just weird. Buffy excused herself early and climbed up to her room. "I can't believe I'm going out with him."