It's Sunday! Again, thank you all so so much for sticking with me and this fic despite the fact that it's taking forever for me to get anywhere with it! I'll see you all next Sunday!

Note: I think my updates are going to start coming later in the morning rather than afternoon/evening because football season is starting and...really.

Also, I'm not exactly happy with this chapter (again)

Faith watches her three companions interact with a slight smile. Amanda and Andrew are both chattering away to Cordelia, who seems to be humoring them more than anything. She feels a bit odd and somewhat uncomfortable with them; the way they seem so happy just to be where they are. It's a little unsettling, the way they all actually seem so carefree, like they've never looked death in the face or like they won't again. If someone looked at Amanda from a distance, they'd assume she's just an average teenage girl. To someone who didn't know her, it's easy to assume that Cordelia is some kind of aspiring model. And Andrew, well he could easily pass for an everyday guy. When she thinks back she realizes he is. Yet he managed to come face to face with vampires more than once, and probably demons too. In an odd way, he reminds her of Xander, only he's completely different.

"You okay?" Faith's eyes slide over to Amanda's. She glances at Andrew with her brows furrowed before she nods with a slow smile.

"Yeah, Runt." She says with a shrug. "I'm good." She adds. She pops a tater-tot into her mouth with a grin.

"Well I'm glad to hear that, because Cordelia and I want to take you shopping." Amanda sing-songs. Faith shakes her head quickly.

"No way no how," she says. Amanda pouts.

"Aw, c'mon, it'll be fun. Just us girls." She says.

"And me." Andrew chirps.

"Bu-" Cordelia cut in.
"We promise you'll still look like you when we're done. You'll just have better clothing choices." She says bluntly. Faith opens her mouth to retort but looks from Amanda's pleading face to Cordelia's bored one then to Andrew's distracted one and sighs.

"Fine," she says. Amanda squeals. "But I reserve my right to veto anything you three pick out."

"And we reserve the right to buy them anyway." Cordelia says with a triumphant smile. Faith can only chuckle to herself, glancing at Cordelia before quickly looking away in discomfort.

"So you're coming to the orientation, right?" Amanda asks holding a shirt up to Faith. Faith frowns in confusion.

"Orientation?" she asks. "No, I don't do neon." She says scrunching her face up at the bright green shirt Amanda grabs.

"Yeah," the teenager nods. "You know; new students and their guardians go and get a feel of the school? Learn what they'll need through the year." She says. Faith clears her throat and shrugs.

"Uh, sure." She says. She didn't remember the orientation when she started high school. She figured that she and her mother had missed it; much like they'd missed a lot of things. "When is it?" she asks. Amanda shrugs.

"I'm not sure yet," she says. "I have to wait on Andrew to get my records before we do anything." She says. Faith bites her lip lightly.

"I'm gonna have to talk to Angel about a few things too." She says.

"Like what?" Amanda asks curiously. Faith sighs, picking up a blue shirt and holding it against her. "I like it."

"Like how an ex-con is suddenly the legal guardian of a teenage girl." She says honestly. She saw no reason to try and hide it from Amanda. Her parents had hid things from her, even her watcher had, and it had always pissed her off. IF she expected to be a good watcher for Amanda, the first thing she wanted to focus on was keeping the young slayer happy.

"Oh," Amanda says. "I hadn't thought about it." she admits sheepishly. Faith smiles, ruffling her hair.

"Yeah, didn't expect ya too." She admitted. "So we're gettin' this and what else?" Faith holds up the shirt.

"These would look amazing." Cordelia breezes toward them.

"I thought you and Andy were goin' for a makeover." Cordelia hums, holding a pair of jeans against Faith.

"We were but then we remembered that you need someone with a firm hand or you'll never buy anything new." Cordelia says, not paying Faith much attention. Faith sighs and waves her hand down to get Cordelia to move the jeans. Cordelia made a face, "You're right, Andrew did you grab the other pair?" she asks. Andrew hands them over and Cordelia beams. "Go try these on." She says. Faith looks away from the bright smile.

"Fine," she grumbles. Amanda claps excitedly,

"Don't forget your shirt!" she calls.