Buffy's Point of View
Oo! Phone call! I hope it's Willow.
"Hello?"
"Hey Buff, it's me." Willow replied. "Whatcha up to?"
"Um, well I was about to have breakfast. It looks like Mom made pancakes."
"Mmm. Your mom makes the best food," Will said. I laughed.
"Hey, Mom! It's Willow on the phone. She wants some of your cooking," I said. Mom smiled.
"Well, she's welcome to come over and have some. There's plenty to go around. Then again, maybe not. I don't know if I can cook for two slayers all the time. I'll have to buy the grocery store!" she snickered, and then got a nauseous look on her face at the sad reality of her previous statement.
Willow brought me out of my thoughts. "Did your mom just say two slayers? All the time? Is Faith there?"
"Uh, yeah. Yeah. She spent the night last night. We can talk about it later, Will. So what's up?" I asked, nervous about the topic of Faith being brought up. How was my best friend going to take this news?
"Oh. I – uh, well. I – you know how I've been going to my Wicca group all the time?"
I smiled. "Yeah Willow, I seem to recall you ranting about it."
"Right. Yeah. Well, I kinda – um, I kinda met someone that I want you to meet. Well, that I want everybody to meet really."
"Oo! Willow! Are you interested in this certain someone? What about Oz?" I asked, suddenly intrigued.
"What?! I mean – um – well, Buff, I – I don't really know. A-and Oz is great and all, it's just – he's…"
"Not your type? Too mysterious? A man of too few words? Too much werewolf?" I supplied.
"Um, I guess. Buffy, I don't…I'm kinda busy, so..."
"Alright, well, we can talk about it later. Where did you want to meet?"
"Well, we haven't been to The Bronze for a while. That might be fun," she said, sounding more chipper now that we were off the topic of relationships. I didn't tell her that I had been to The Bronze last night. Like I said, we could talk about the whole Faith thing later.
"Ok. How does 5 o'clock sound to you?" I asked.
"Great! See you then," she said.
"Oh, and Will?"
"Yeah?"
"You owe me a trip to the mall for not showing up yesterday."
"Yesterday? What was yesterday?" She asked, flustered. "Did I miss a – a meeting or something? Is there some new evil and –"
"WILL! Calm down. We just had that girl's day out planned. With Faith, remember? Are you feeling ok? You usually don't forget things like this," I said, expressing my concern.
"Oh, um, yeah. I – huh. I totally forgot about that. I guess I just got busy with –" she stopped abruptly. I stopped paying attention because Faith had walked up behind me and put her arms around me. Just now, she was kissing my temple.
"Buffy, I gotta go. I'll see you at 5. Bye!" I crashed back to reality.
"What? Will? What –" My questions were met by a dial tone. "Huh."
"What's up with Red?" Faith asked. Between the slayer hearing and being a few inches from the phone, she had obviously heard the last part of our conversation. I wonder if Willow had heard Faith? What if that's why she hung up?
"Shh, B. It's alright. I bet she's fine," she said quietly, noticing my panic. Seeming to read my mind she said, "And she didn't hear me. Chill."
I leaned back into her and hung up the phone. Faith kissed my temple again and then leaned her head against mine. Dawn had something to say about this as she entered the kitchen.
"PDA! PDA!" she yelled and shielded her eyes with her hand. Mom looked confused.
"PDA?" Mom asked.
"Jeez, Mom. Retreat to the 19th century much?" Dawn asked accusingly and rolled her eyes. "It means Public Display of Affection." Mom looked relieved that it didn't mean something worse. Where does her mind go these days? Nevermind. I don't want to know.
"Dawn, if you act like that when we're just standing here, what are you going to do when –" Faith decided to execute my thought with action and she turned me around quickly and kissed me on the lips.
"We're kissing?" Faith finished my sentence.
"Awww." Mom and Dawn said at the same time. They looked at each other and then laughed. I think they're rubbing off on each other too much.
"Yeah," I said weakly. I don't think I'll ever get used to the feeling of her lips on mine.
"Who was on the phone?" Dawn asked, changing the subject.
"Willow," Mom answered.
"Yeah," I said. "She wants the gang to meet at The Bronze tonight. Said she has someone she wants us to meet."
"Hmm. As in a sexy kind of someone?" Faith chuckled. I frowned. Willow said that she didn't really know.
"I'm not sure," I said, the frown still present on my face.
"Well, then I guess you'll just have to go and find out and then report back to your nosy mother," Mom said jokingly.
"And your nosy little sister!" Dawn added. At that moment, the phone rang yet again.
"Hello?" I said.
"Hiya, Buff!" exclaimed an exuberant Xander.
"Hi, Xander! What's up?"
"Well, I just got a call from Willow. Said she wants to meet us all at The Bronze tonight to meet one of her friends or something."
"Yeah, she called here too. She sounded kinda –"
"Off?" Xander supplied.
"Yeah. Very non-Willow. Do you think there's something wrong?"
"Wrong with Wills? Wrong in what kinda way? Like, possessed kind of wrong?" He asked, sounding worried.
"No, not possessed. Just, I don't know…" Faith mouthed the word 'antsy.' "Antsy, I guess. Maybe she's just nervous about tonight?" I said my thoughts out loud. Faith smiled at me using her word.
"Yeah, I guess. Well, we'll see her in a few hours. I'm sure she's fine," Xander said reassuringly.
"Yeah," I agreed. "Wait! A few hours?"
"Um, Buffy, it's almost 11 o'clock," Dawn said.
"Yeah…Are you ok, Buffy?" Xander asked.
"Me? Oh. Yeah, I'm fine. Just got my time all mixed up I guess." I said quickly. I couldn't have Xander thinking that there might be something wrong with me too.
"Alright. I might want a second opinion later though," he joked. Faith quickly stole the phone from me, grinning. I was about to protest, but she was already talking.
"Hey X-man. B's fine. She's just learned how to find a little fun so her inner tight-ass is all confused," she said. At my horrified expression, she laughed and handed the phone back to me.
"Faith? Buffy?"
"It's me, Xander," I said.
"Was that Faith? Why is she there? What did she mean 'found the fun?' Buffy did you meet someone? What –"
"Woah, Xander. Yes, it was Faith. And we'll talk about it later. No, she doesn't mean sexy fun…well kind of, but…no! No, don't even go there! I'll see you at the Bronze later." I was about to hang up when I heard Anya talking to Xander. She was yelling at him – something about having phone-sex with a hooker and not wanting her. I do not want to be in the middle of this one. Faith grabbed the phone from me once again.
"Hey, X! Yo! Let me talk to your girl for a sec." I heard Xander grumble something and then I heard Anya ranting at Faith, who she apparently thought was a hooker that Xander had called.
Faith's Point of View
"Woah, Anya. It's me! Faith? Tall, brunette? Wicked sexy but not wanting your boyfriend?" I said.
"You're not trying to steal my Xander? He's MY sex-poodle, you know." I laughed, but not loud enough so that she could hear. I didn't really want to piss off the ex-vengeance demon, even though I could take her.
"Yeah, yeah. I don't want him; trust me. So let him off the hook a little, k?"
"Well, as long as you don't want my Xander. You know, we were in the middle of great sex when Willow called. And now he calls you –"
"Woah. No, no, no. He didn't call me. He called B." Heh, that rhymes. "And look, she doesn't want him either, ok? Trust me on this one."
"Well ok. Are you going to leave us alone now so that we can go have more org-"
"Yeah, sure, Carrots. Whatever."
"What did you just call me? Did you just call me…" she paused dramatically and lowered her voice, "…rabbit food?"
I laughed out loud this time. I couldn't help it. "See ya, Carrots." I gave the phone back to a snickering Buffy.
Buffy's Point of View
There was no way I was handling that conversation. I'm betting that Faith just ruined any thoughts of sex that were previously in Anya's mind. I told a ranting Anya goodbye, and hung up the phone quickly.
"You're evil," I told Faith, laughing.
"Yeah, but you love me anyway, right?" she asked, her eyes showing a hint of hesitation.
"Of course I do." I kissed her on the nose. She relaxed unknowingly and laughed.
"Good. Now where's the food? I'm starving!"
"That's my girl," I said. She smiled at me. It was the most genuine smile I had ever seen.
Faith's Point of View
Alright, I'm not normally that mushy, but B just called me 'her girl.' How can you not love that? Not that I'd ever admit it, but it feels good to belong. To belong to someone – more specifically that someone; there isn't another feeling like it in the world. Ok, enough of the mush. Time for food!
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