What Might Have Been
by Samantha
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Joss and other people own them, you would
think with how many people own them I could get a piece. Lyrics
belong to Linkin Park Run Away.
Notes: Sorry for any spelling mistakes, or grammer or
anything.
Feedback: I love it!
:: I want to run away Never say good bye, I want to run away And never wonder why::
Faith sat feeling broken down and defeated, someone new had come into her life and she had trusted them and they had screwed her over, just like usual.
Gwendolyn Post. Faith had really believed she had found someone to be in her corner, but she had thought that before. For instance she thought that about Buffy, only to find out she was sleepin' with the enemy. Literally. Angel, a vampire.
It turned Faith's stomach to think of the two of them. She thought she had felt something growing between her and Buffy, only to find out it was all a lie. She had just sent Buffy away, it had been hard and she had hesitated, but it had been for the best. She was somewhat surprised to find herself crying and all alone. Well crying at least, she was always alone.
"Faith," she looked up in alarm to see who had spoken, surprised to see a woman standing at the foot of her bed. She started to jump up, to ask her what she was doing there, but then a feeling of calm took over her.
"Who are you?" Faith asked as she stared in awe at the woman. She was very tall and her skin had a greenish tint to it, where it showed through the layers of billowing white fabric. Her hair was white blonde with pale pink streaks, Faith couldn't help but find her beautiful.
"My name is Jiya," she smiled.
"Jiya?" Faith rolled the name around in her mouth, finding it warm and almost liquid in her mouth, she started to close her eyes, feeling sleepy all of a sudden.
"The powers that be sent me. They wanted it clear that your pain does not go unnoticed by them. They know the great losses you have faced."
As if a movie was turned on, Faith saw the faces of everyone who had left her in her mind. Mom, grandma, brother, watcher, Gwendylon. And now she had pushed Buffy out. Anyone she cared for left. Faith found herself crying again.
"So they know about my pain? Very comforting considering they're the ones that caused it," she cried, loosing composure. "Was it a lesson? A test? Am I their fucking guinie pig? See how far they can push me till I crack? Cause let me tell you I am almost there?"
"They didn't have a choice. They are offering to make some amends for you," Jiya spoke softly, her words soothing Faith's raw emotions. "You get one desire, name it, and it's yours." Faith barely considered the options.
"I want a new life, the whole thing. Don't make me a slayer and let me have the normal life I should have had." Jiya was quiet for a minute as she considered this, Faith waited, holding her breath.
"You realize everything you would be giving up?" Jiya asked finally, Faith laughed bitterly.
"You mean this dump?" She asked, looking around the room. "I'll take my chances without it."
"This mean you will never have known anyone here, not Buffy, not any of them, and they won't remember you." Jiya sat on the edge of the bed next to Faith.
"They don"t remember me now," Faith said softly.
"As you wish," Jiya placed two warm fingers in the middle of Faith's forehead. For a second it felt like fire rushing through her body, images and memories being ripped from her, new ones replacing them. Then nothing.
Disclaimer: Joss owns them, I simply borrow lyrics belong to Gwen Stefani "Rich Girl".
::if I was a rich girl Na na na na na na na::
Faith's POV
I heard her whip open the curtain, like she always does this early. I rolled over when the sun hit my face, moaning like I had been burnt. I felt the bed move as she got back on and crawled to the middle where I lay.
"Come on sleepy," she kissed my exposed neck.
"Why do you always have to do that, Jess?" I did my best to ignore her kisses as she moved down my neck, across my shoulder, and over my back. Finally unable to take it anymore I rolled over, pulling her down on top of me.
"Because I know how much you love it," she laughed, kissing me again. "Now get up, you have just enough time to shower and get to set."
"You gonna shower with me?" My fingers drew small circles across her back, then slid up under the edge of her shirt before she rudely pulled away.
"Then there would not be enough time for you to get there." I could hear her smiling, even though I was stubbornly keeping my eyes shut. "Besides I already showered."
I cracked an eye open to look up at her. Indeed she was showered, light brown hair straightened, and hanging loose over a lacy black tank top. My eyes traveled over her, taking in the frilly short white skirt she was wearing, a personal favorite of mine, toned, tan legs, and feet already in heels.
"How do you do that?" I ask, stalling.
"Do what?" She smiles again, and I am sorry I missed it before.
"Shower and dress so early?"
"I go to bed before the sun comes up," she laughs. "Now, go get in the shower."
"Okay, okay," I fight my way out of the covers, and make my way to the bathroom, making sure she gets a long look at me barely covered by panties and a ridiculously short tank top.
I step in front of the mirror and reach for my tooth brush, first order of business. When I'm done and rinsing off the brush I feel her wrap her arms around my waist, and know she got a good look. She smiles at me in the mirror and I lean my head back finding her lips and kissing deeply. God, nothing else tastes this good.
Her hands urge me to turn towards her, and I do. Luckily the sink is behind me for support as she runs a hand up under the tank top, and across my already swollen nipple. I moan as she squeezes gently. Then pulls away.
"Get in the shower," she smiles.
"I hate you," I answer, pulling my shirt off as she shuts the door.
"You love me." She called back through the door.
I shook my head, climbing into the shower, eyes closed against the warm water. It wasn't as good as having Jess all over me, but it was a close second. I smiled thinking about her, she was always the one waking me up. I can't help it I never get tired till the middle of the night, but I only need four hours or so of sleep a night. Can't help it, it's just how I'm wired.
Later.....
I slide on sunglasses as I step out of the house, it's early but the sun's already bright. Jess is already in the car, sorting through bills and scripts for me. God I love her.
"Hey," I climb in the car leaning back in the seat, I sit up quickly, patting the pockets of my jeans and jacket. "Shit, I forgot my cell." I start to open my door.
"Hey," I turn to her and she's waving my cell at me.
"You rock," I kiss her gently, then lean in more deepening the kiss, abruptly my phone rings. "Mmm," I answer the phone, lips still near hers.
"Faith, you want to explain to me why my friends are oggling you in Maxim, with no prior warning to me?" I grinned pulling away from Jess and motioning for her to drive.
"Kaden, my favorite brother, I couldn't tell you."
"Contract issues?" Kaden asked.
"No. The idea of you running out to the mailbox to get your new Maxin, and finding your baby sister on the cover was too funny."
"You're in," he paused. "God it makes me sick to say it. Your panties. Eh a brother should never have to see that."
"Those shots of me in my panties are paying for our tickets to Europe this summer," I pointed out kindly to him.
"When you put it that way, it's much less disturbing." Kaden admitted and I smiled.
"Want me to sent the proofs to your buddies?" I asked sweetly. Jess threw me a look smiling.
"Yeah, I'll have them swing by later," he answered sarcastically.
"Sorry, Jess has dibs," he laughed at that.
"Okay, okay. You girls still coming to Bailey's party tonight?"
"Wouldn't miss it. Should be done shooting early enough. We're just going to swing by the house and change then we'll be over."
"Sounds good. His little sister's in town, she's a big fan. Aparently she's seen the entire "Night Saber" trilogy, is a big fan of "The Valley", and even bought "Vegas nights" off ebay."
"I was like ten," I answered, laughing.
"And not wearing panties on Maxim. Trust me I noticed the difference," Kaden quiped. He won't admit it, but Seth Cohen is so his idol.
"It's like having all your most embarassing home movies available to everyone," I sighed.
"Oh your embarassed people can watch you at ten with an overbite, but 22 with panties is okay?"
"You're fixating," I pointed out.
"I know, I gotta go. See you tonight."
"Later," I hung up laughing.
"You were cute in "Vegas Nights". I mean if you wanted my opinion," Jess offered slyly.
"Good, when I meet this girl I'll offer up the tapes from your third grade recital."
"I see the point," she acknowledged. "But I don't still get royalties from that when it plays on Showtime. So don't complain too much."
We pulled into the lot, me waving at a couple of teenage girls who were standing outside as the car was checked in. After they did a double take and realized it was me they approached the car hesitantly and I gave them autographs and we took a picture with their camera phone.
"You just can't be incognito can you," Jess asked, shaking her head as we pulled into my parking spot.
"The fans show the love. I owe it to them."
"Alright superstar. Have a good day, I'm gonna run some errands and be back. You hurry in you're almost late." I kissed her quickly then jumped out of the car, running into set. It was going to be a long day, Friday's always were, and I couldn't wait for the party.
Disclaimer: Joss owns them lyrics from Evanesence
"breathe no more".
Notes: It's gettin good now.
::lie to me Convince me that I've been sick forever And all of this Will make sense when I get better::
"Faith," Kaden shouted somewhat drunkenly as Jess and I stepped into the apartment.
"Kaden," I called back, mimicking his drunkness. Jess grinned, motioning to the bar set up on the table next to us.
"Guess we have a little catching up to do," she picked up the vodka, pouring out two shoots.
"I hate this stuff, J," I winced taking the glass, quickly downing it.
"Gets the job done," she answered, wincing at the taste of her own shot. "I'll mix us a couple drinks." I nodded as Kaden appeared to give me a big hug.
"Whoa, having a good time," I laughed as he almost pushed me over in his excitement.
"Well if by a good time you mean 'rockin the hizzle' then hell yeah."
"Never say hizzle in front of me again. Kay?" I patted his chest, as I took the glass from Jess and went to mingle.
It's always nice to be at these small parties with friends, no business pressure or anything. It's the staring that always weirds me out a little at first. Inevitably there are people there who I don't know, and who know I am on tv. Part of the room will get silent as I pass, all of them just looking. Creepy.
A few drinks later I am talking with Jess and Kaden's girlfriend Maria when I see Bailey pushing his way towards us. A cute red head is following a little behind him, looking more than a little nervous. For a few seconds I wonder if he has sweet talked this little girl into leaving with him when I remember Kaden mentioning his sister.
"Faith, what's up," Bailey nods to me, pulling his sister to a stop in front of me.
"Hey, Bailey," I smile at them both, and the girl gives me a small smile, starting to look a little less frightened.
"This is my little sister Kia, she's a big fan."
"So I heard," I smile, putting out my hand. "Nice to meet you."
"You too," she smiled. "I really love your stuff. You always do awesome movies, and shows and I," she paused for a breath. "I just really like you."
"That's, awesome," I answer amused. "How old are you?"
"Seventeen," she answers immediately.
"Bailey, you are letting you innocent little sister get drunk with these neandrathals?"
"She can handle herself," he shrugged.
"Come and hang out with us for a while, I grabbed Kia's arm pulling her into our little huddle, and effectivly blocking Bailey out. When I looked back he was gone.
"Don't let any of these older men sweet talk you into anything, got it?" I asked Kia who nodded.
"Or any of the sweet talking older women," Maria said teasingly, I glared at her.
"Oh my god, so you really are a lesbian?" Kia squeeled. "That is so cool."
"It is also so not anyone's business," Jess snapped, taking my arm and trying to pull me away. Kia had an expression on her face like she was going to cry.
"Hey, she's just sensitive," I call to Kia as I am pulled away. I wink at her and a smile a mile wide spread across her face.
"Wait, can I get a quick picture?" She called after us. I pulled myself free of Jess who glared at me as I stepped back to Kia.
"Sure." We pose as Maria snaps a shot with Kia's digital camera.
"Send a copy to Bailey and I'll sign it for you," I give her a quick hug then head off to find Jess who has stormed off.
I step onto the balcony, which is surprisingly empty aside from Jess, who is smoking feverishly at the end. I step up behind her, wrapping my arms around her waist and she shrugs me off. She doesn't bother to turn and look at me when she rolls her eyes.
"Why do you have to be that way? We don't need every random fan knowing our business. That's why you don't talk about it in interviews. Remember?"
"She's Bailey's sister. That's not random," I answer, leaning back against the rail as she turns to face the courtyard below. "Besides, everyone knows about me, even if I don't tell it's just a feeling they get."
"Well my parents don't know and I'd like to keep it that way," she practically growls.
"Jess, you're twenty-seven, and out to everyone else, don't you think it's time to clue your parents in?"
"No, it will never be that time. I've told you that before."
"Well maybe it's time for me to be with someone else then," I wave her off as I step back into the apartment. I bump into someone, spilling their drink all over both of us.
"Oh, god I'm sorry." I squat to grab the glass, and immediately knock heads with the other person. "Oww," I look up smiling into the most beautiful pair of green eyes I've ever seen. Blonde hair falls over a face just as striking as the eyes.
"Sorry," she winces. "Oh my god, you're Faith Spencer."
"Yeah," I smile, knowing I must look retarded. I grab the glass and we both stand, I hand it to her. "And who's drink am I wearing?" Oh yeah the smooth me makes a comeback.
"Oh, sorry, I was just so shocked. I'm Buffy Summers." Just the sound of her voice sends a jolt of electricity through me.
"Sorry I spilled your drink," I offer.
"It's my fault. I'm a little drunk," as she says this she stumbles back a little, knocking into a bookshelf. I notice for the first time how drunk she is. I reach out to steady her and a sticky hand finds mine. Again electricity as her fingers touch mine.
"Come on," I smile putting an arm around her waist. "Let's go wash this off."
"Okay," she nods. "I can't believe that I meet the Faith Spencer, and I am a stumbling drunk." I laugh as we stumble into the bathroom together.
"Don't worry I am more than a little drunk myself." I set my drink on the counter.
"Aww, we're drunk," she giggles. We both wash our hands quickly. "I have to pee," she announces. "Is that okay? Will you wait for me?"
"Sure," I laugh, leaning against the door. She sits on the toilet, keeping up a stream of conversation as she pees.
"Faith, Vegas NightsK was an awesome movie."
"Everyone keeps bringing that one up," I laugh.
"You were just so cute. And I love the new show!"
"Thanks."
"Can I come visit you on set? Oh my god. Am I the biggest asshole for asking that?" I laugh at her I can't help it. "What?" she asks indignetly, pulling up her pants.
"Nothing," I shake my head. "Give me your number and I'll make sure you get on set."
"My number? Are you hitting on me?" She asks, stepping close. My senses are assaulted with the scent of her, warm, alive, vanilla.
"No," I answer, even though the husk in my voice is admitting otherwise. She smirks knowingly. "Finish that." I point to my drink. She does as she is told, downing it in one gulp, and dropping the plastic cup in the garbage. I take a breath as she looks me over. "Kiss me."
She steps up to me and oh so gently kisses me. If it wasn't for the door I would be flat on my back from that little kiss. She comes in to kiss me. I try to hold back, thinking of Jess, but there is only so much you can hold back when crushed between a door and a hot girl. We kiss again, longer this time, her tongue teasing at my lips. Finally she lets me break the kiss.
"I love the way you hesitate," she reaches past me for the doorknob and is gone.
Disclaimer: Yeah, yeah, they're Joss', lyrics belong to Lenny Kravitz. I don't know what song.
::All of my life I've waiting for someone to love::
I step out of the bathroom and she's nowhere to be seen. I sink into the arm chair right outside the bathroom, thanking the gods of drunkenness that it is empty. On second thought I also thank those same gods for not letting Jess see us come out of the bathroom.
Suddenly I am feeling dizzy, and very nauseous. I dip my head to my hands, shutting my eyes, but that only makes it worse. It's her, all I can see when I shut my eyes. Those eyes may be permanently etched into my memory.
I shrug my purse off my shoulder, feeling choked by the strap. If Jess finds out what just happened she will kill me. Why the fuck did I tell her to kiss me? I mean it was her choice to do it, but not to be vain, I'm famous, people tend to do what I ask.
"Hey," I look up to see Maria perched on the arm of the chair. "You doing okay?"
"Yeah," I sigh as she rubs my back. "Just feeling a little woozy. You seen Jess?"
"You mean since she stormed off?" She asks, raising an eyebrow.
"Yeah," I sighed leaning back into the chair. "Have you seen her since she stormed off?"
"Last I knew she was in Bailey's bedroom," I nodded. "Faith, it isn't really my place, but have you ever thought that maybe being with someone who wasn't quite as out as you wasn't a great idea?"
"I just don't understand what her deal is. I mean she is literally out to every single person in her life except her parents. I know that I have no obligation to tell the media, but really trying like this to keep it a secret?" I shake my head. "It's just not my style."
"I know," she nodded sympatheticly.
"I gotta go talk to her," I pushed myself to my feet. "Thanks for the peptalk."
"Hey all I did was listen. You made all the good points."
"Thanks anyway." I start off across the apartment. We've been here lots, and it's only a two bedroom so finding Bailey's room isn't that hard. I knock gently, then push open the door.
Jess is lying on the bed with Bailey's dog Butch. Together they are snuggled up with some late night cartoon shows. Jess looks up, when she sees me she smiles a little then lays her head back down.
"And I always thought you liked the femmes," I teased as I crawled onto the bed behind her.
"Ha ha," she pretended to laugh. "Maybe it's a good idea you don't do too many comedies."
"Oh harsh," I slide an arm around her waist.
"Sorry about earlier," she started. "I just don't want my parents to know it would just dissapoint them too much."
"I know that. I do, but it's just not me babe," I answer gently rubbing her back. For a second my mind flashes back to Buffy. And I feel like I'm cheating all over again, for that split second all I can think is how much I wish she was here with me.
"I'll try, okay Faith?" She asks and I am snapped back to the moment.
"Yeah babe," I kiss her forehead gently. "Ready to go?"
"Yeah," she nods. "Sorry, Butch." She ruffles the dogs head and together we make our way back through the party. We say a quick goodbye to Kaden, and Maria then start the long ride home.
Hours later I still can't sleep. I mean I never can sleep, but this is worse. Usually I am watching tv, or working out, or eating. Now I am laying in bed with Jess, she felt sick on the way home, and laid down right away. I lay down with her, just to snuggle for a bit.
Now she's past out across my arm, and I really thought I could sleep so I didn't move her. That was two hours ago. I have spent two long hours thinking about nothing else but Buffy. Well, Buffy and how my arm was slowly going numb.
I have never had someone get this deep into me before. I've loved and lost before, but it never felt like they were in me this much. With Buffy it almost feels like she was already under my skin, just waiting to be scratched out.
Now if I could only figure out how she got there.
Disclaimer: Joss owns the people you know, Strata owns the lyrics to "never there".
:: I am patiently waiting here to see Which of us survives When all of this collides with reality::
“Faith!” I looked up from the magazine I was reading in the hair and make up room. In pranced Krista, my bubbily blonde costar, and good friend.
“Hey Krista,” I smile as she hops into a chair, pulling down her sweatshirt hood to allow the artists access to her short blonde bob.
“How was your weekend?” She asks, leaning forward to sort through the pile of Us Weekly, and Star magazine’s. “Why do we have nothing but gossip rags in this place? I mean hello we know half these people, it's not just a guilty pleasure to read about them. It's like reading about your co-workers.” She dropped the pile in disgust. I laughed, and tossed her the Los Angeles Post I had just finished.
“How about that?” I asked.
“Death, murder, mayhem, sometimes I don’t know which publication is worse,” she sighed.
“I try to take it all with a grain of salt. Murder, is Britney pregnant, three-car pile up, Angie and Brad. It’s all just tragic.” I let my head be tilted up by the make up artist, dropping the magazine into my lap.
“Good points. So no gossip rags, no news. Dish on your weekend,” I saw her wink to me out of the corner of my eye as she was pulled back for her hair to be brushed.
“A little crazy,” I admitted.
“Uh oh, things not happy in Jessica land?”
“Don’t call her Jessica, you know she hates that,” I remind her.
“I know, that’s most of the reason I say it,” she grins. “The girl’s wound tight, and you’re so loose.”
“I’m gonna take that in a good way,” I frown. “I’m gonna pretend I can think of one.”
“So what happened? It did involve Jessica, I can tell because you didn’t deny it.”
“We got in a little fight when I didn’t deny our relationship to Bailey’s little sister, who is a big fan.”
“Well you haven’t denied it to any of us,” Alissa, who was doing my make up smirked. “Shut your mouth for a minute.” I complied as she did my lips.
“I know, but you all are apparently fine,” I told her once she was done.
“Just so long as the general public doesn’t know?” Krista asked.
“Yeah, I guess.”
“That’s kinda fucked up,” Krista replied.
“Here, here,” Logan, our “oh so gay” other stylist cheered.
“Well Logan, unlike you it is possible for us to hide it.”
“Excuse me,” he waved me off, going back to Krista’s hair.
“Why would she want you to hide it? That’s like hiding you. It’s all I’m saying.”
“I know,” I nodded, as Logan began to blow dry Krista’s hair. “I know.”
Later I sat on the stage, off in my own little world, half listening to the others who were filming, and half thinking about Buffy again. Honestly I was drifting more towards full thoughts of Buffy. Jess and I had been kinda distant from one another the whole weekend.
She had slept most of Saturday, hung over, and waking up only enough to watch the Tivoed episodes of “Passions”, snack on Doritos and drink Diet coke. I ran out and got us Subway for dinner, and then she was out for the night again. Sunday she went off with friends and I chose to be out of the way when she got home, and stay out of the way until she went to sleep.
“So you thinking about filming, or Jessica?” Krista asked, settling into the chair next to me.
“Honestly? Neither,” I admitted. “So full truth on Friday night?”
“I wanna know,” she nodded eagerly.
“Well, after the fight, I was talking to this girl Buffy.”
“Oh, a girl?” She raised an eyebrow. “A hot girl?”
“Very hot,” I nodded, grinning. “Blonde.”
“I knew you loved us blondes,” Krista shook her own blonde mane for emphasis. “So what happened?”
“We kissed in a bathroom, well, she kissed me.”
“And you stood there limp and oh so defenseless?” Krista didn’t look like she was buying that.
”Well, kinda. I mean my back was pressed up against a door, and she was pressed against me.”
“And this door had no handle?” Krista raised an eyebrow, I only glared at her. “Sorry. So does this hot mystery woman have a name?”
“Buffy.” I glared harder as Krista burst into laughter, our director turned and gave her the major evil eye and she calmed her laughter to a quiet shaking of the shoulders.
“Buffy? I’m sorry, but that is so valley girl I can’t even stand it. Are you going to call her?”
“I don’t have her number,” I shrugged.
“So you wish you did though? Tsk, tsk, what would Jessica say to that?” Krista shook her head, and I couldn’t help but grin.
“We both know exactly what she would say. God, Krista what am I gonna do about this girl?”
“Jessica, or Buffy?”
“Both I guess.”
“Ditch Jessica. If this Buffy chick was macking it to you in the bathroom, I like her style.”
“You can be so dirty.”
“I know but the blonde hair just creates this shell of innocence no one seems to see through,” Krista answered with false honesty. “I feel just awful about it.”
“Right,” I answered sarcastically.
“Krista, Faith, on set now.” We both jumped up heading for the stage. We ran through our scene a few times, then were let out for lunch. Together we headed back to craft services, filling up plates and heading out back for the picnic tables.
Sitting down I started digging into my pizza, starving as always. Krista looked on in awe as I devoured the first piece in about a minute flat and started on the second. I shrugged to her and she began picking at the salad and baked chicken she had chosen.
“Honestly, you have the most killer metabolism,” she shook her head.
“I know.” I grinned, ripping open the bag of chips.
“Oh, do you Cat’s new number?” Krista asked. “She gave it to me a while ago, but I didn’t put it in my cell, and now I have totally spaced on where I did put it.”
“Yeah, you want her new cell number right?”
“Do people have home numbers anymore?” Krista asked raising an eyebrow.
“Only crazy old people,” I picked up my cell, scrolling through the phonebook while stuffing chips into my mouth. Alissa…..Anna…..Anita……Bethany…..Britney….. I dropped my bag of chips. “Oh shit.”
“What?” Krista leaned forward, trying to see my phone, I turned it so she could see the screen, I pointed.
“Right there.”
“What? Oh, shit, the Buffy?”
“I never met any other one,” I stared at the phone, right under Britney, Buffy. I clicked on her name and up popped her information. 323-555-9867, Buffy Summers. And under notes, ‘call me ;)’
Disclaimer: Joss owns em, lyrics belong to Linkin Park.
::When I pretend Everything is what I want it to be I look exactly like what you had always wanted to see::
"Are you going to call her?" Krista asked eagerly.
"What?" I asked, somewhat horrified with the idea of speaking to Buffy again. Mostly I was terrified by the way just the sight of her name and the idea of her putting it in my phone was causing all the blood to rush in my head, imagining all the things I could do with her. "No, I am not going to call her."
"Why not?"
"Um, Jess. And, Buffy wasn't worth giving up Jess," I stuttered to find reasons.
"From the look on your face I'd say she was plenty worth it," Krista grinned, and I blushed deeper.
"What do you mean?"
"I've seen the way you look at Jess. And no doubt, you like, maybe even love her. But you never look at her the way you are right now thinking about this Buffy."
"She was just so," I searched for the word giving up all pretense. "Captivating. I didn't want anything but to be with her forever."
"Call her then, dumbass," Krista tried to shove the phone to my ear. I pushed it back down.
"No, relationship of over a year on the line here," I pointed out.
"With a girl whose parents you haven't even met."
"Not the point," I glared.
"Faith, we need you for some reshoots," I twisted to look at the PA sticking his head out of the door.
"During lunch?" I gave him a tired look.
"Sorry," he looked apoligetic.
"Okay," I sighed, pushing myself up away from the table. Krista grabbed my wrist.
"Cat's number?" She asked.
"Oh, yeah," I grabbed my cell starting to scroll back through.
"Faith, sorry, but they need you quick," I sighed again, handing the phone to Krista, then following the PA back towards the studio.
"Bring it back in with you," I called back as the door shut.
"Yup," Krista grinned, scrolling through Faith's phone with one hand as she pulled her own out of her purse. "Buffy Summers," she grinned copying the number into her phone before getting Cat's number. "Am I bad? Oh yes," she grinned to herself, standing to head inside.
Me and Krista stood side by side in the make up room, both trying somewhat uselessly to remove at least some of their make up. A few of the other actors were in and out chatting with the lingering stylists and PA's.
"Bright and early tomorrow for you?" Alissa, the head stylist ask, breezing through the room.
"Nah, not till three, thank god," I answered, pulling my hair back into a loose ponytail.
"Not till three?" Krista asked. "Well then, are you going to Luna's tonight?"
"Nope, I have strict rules about going out on Mondays," I answered.
"Jessica won't let you?" Krista smirked, leaning to the mirror to apply her own lip gloss.
"No," I glared. "I mean she doesn't like it, but that's not the point. Monday is just, too Monday to go out," I finished lamely and knew it.
"If you had balls," Krista shook her head. "Well Jessica would be wearing them around her neck. A nice compliment to the whip in her right hand." Krista made a sound like a whip.
"Ha ha," I answered backing out of the room as I slipped on my jacket. "Funny girl. Work on the routine and I will see you tomorrow."
"Okay, but if you change your mind we should be at Luna's by eleven."
"Don't wait up," I answered, letting the door swing shut behind me.
I headed to my car, thinking about stopping on the way home, it was time to get something nice for Jess. I needed to fix this rift between us before I did something stupid. Buffy's lilthe waist came immediatly to mind.
"Yep, gotta fix this," I muttered backing the car out.
Five hours, twelve dozen roses in various colors (none of the red), one bottle of Cristal, and one pound size bag of lindor truffles later I sat at home, alone. The rosses were set in vases around the foyer, the chocolate and champagne at my side. I was sitting at the bottom of the stairs, hands clasped, and foot tapping as I glanced alternativly between the door, and my cell phone.
Finally it rang.
"Hello?" I answered quickly.
"Hey," Jess answered happily, I could hear traffic in the background.
"Where are you?" I asked, trying not to sound too annoyed.
"At coffee bean with Tia," she answered, then obviously not talking to me "the vanilla chai latte, thanks."
"So you coming home anytime soon?" I asked, knowing how annoyed I sounded, and not really caring.
"Hold on a second. Faith, we need to talk later," she sighed. That really didn't sound like anything I wanted to do. "Things have been weird, and I know you noticed."
"I thought we were talking later," I said snidly, I couldn't help it. "You know, when you're done doing whatever important thing you're doing."
"Faith," another sigh. I hated when she sighed. "Fine, I'll be home late." The phone clicked in my ear.
"Okay," I said slowly, closing the phone. I looked around at the flowers. "Fuck." I glanced down at the phone. Ten-thirty. I could change at be at Luna's by the time anything fun was going on.
I grinned, decision made, and stood, jogging up the stairs to slide into something a little hotter for the night.
Disclaimer: Joss owns them, Houstan owns the lyrics.
Notes: Hmmm Faith and Buffy are hot....
::I like that, I like that Girl twerk that back Whooa I like that, I like that Girl freak that back::
Lunas was packed when I walked in, first Monday of the month, no cover. It was always packed, easy for someone high profile like me to slide through the crowd unnoticed. Even if anyone did notice, the middle of Hollywood, everyone was too cool to say anything. I got to the upstairs lounge Krista loved, without being fondled or groped in anyway, which is harder than you might think. I peered around spotting Krista in a far alcove. I pushed my way through the tables and booths till I could slide in next to her.
"Hey," she smiled, hugging me tightly. "You came! What happened to the leash?"
"You never stop do you?" I asked, shaking my head. "I figured no work till three, might be time to tie one on with my bestest drinking friend."
"Oh, yeah, I got a round of shots coming, and this is for you," she pushed a glass of wine in front of me. I took it, raising it to her before taking a sip. "Now, do you know everyone? Alex, Gia, Mailee, and Ian." She pointed to them one at a time. I smiled around, Mailee was the only one who I didn't know. I liked her though, cute little asian girl.
Alex was Krista's on and off boy toy of the moment, nice enough, but I found him a little boring. I dug Gia and Ian, they were good people, brother and sister from Alabama, he had lost the accent, but she milked it for all it was worth.
"Faith, how you doin darlin?" Gia asked, giving me a little smile from across the table, blonde hair falling lazily over one eye.
"Been good, Gia. I've missed you the last few drunken rounds." I winked at her. It had the desired effect, she blushed just slightly, which was the best you could ever get from her.
"Well, I got burned the last time I danced with you. Your girlfriend's got some powerful evil eyes." She bounced back quickly, and I only nodded. "This is Mailee, she just moved here, she's eighteen." I smiled my best smile at the girl, liking her more and more.
"And she's my girlfriend, so put away that dirty old man smile," Ian added.
"If you ever get tired of him...." I let Mailee come up with the ideas on her own. Her big brown eyes got even bigger. She was saved by the tray of shots being delivered to the table.
"Bottoms up," Krista grabbed hers first, raising it, and then downing it. We all followed suit.
"Damn, that was nasty," I grimaced, "what the fuck was it?"
"I don't know," Krista shrugged. "I just told them to make it strong."
"So I notice Jess isn't here," Gia grinned, wiggling her eyebrows at me. "In a dancing mood?"
"Hell yeah," I grabbed her hand, pulling her past Alex out of the booth.
"Wait for me!" Krista jumped up, following us. "I'll be back baby," she blew a kiss to Alex, as we all pushed our way to the dance floor.
Lunas plays mostly rap, and some pop, but that's fine for dancing with someone like Gia. The dance floor's crowded, but not crowded enough to merrit how close she danced with me. She was my drunken dance partner nearly everytime we drank together.
She has the way of teasing, where every part of her body can touch yours, but it's still never quite enough. It's absolutly amazing how she feels against you. My reaction to her would be why Jess has been advising we avoid parties and bars we know she'll be at. Fuck that now though.
"Faith," Krista yells right into my ear, but over the music I can barely hear what she says.
"What?" I turn to her, confused.
"Look," she repeats, pointing back the way we came. I stop dancing immediately, staring as Buffy Summers works her way through the crowd.
"Hey," she smiles, stopping in front of me, for some reason I can hear her perfectly. Behind her, Krista is grinning like mad.
"What are you doing here?" I ask, smiling, surprised how happy I am to see her.
"Krista called me."
"What?" Now it's hard to hear. I grab her hand, pulling her off the dancefloor. Behind us Krista and Gia are now dancing, I glance back and Krista waves. I smile back and pull Buffy off the floor and into an alcove booth, I pull the curtain across, cutting off enough noise to talk. But now we only look at each other.
"Hey," she smiles, I swear it lights up the whole area.
"What are you doing here?" I ask again, shaking my head in disbelief. Her face falls a little, and I realize maybe that didn't come out right. "I am really happy you're here," I assure her, squeezing her hand.
"Your friend Krista called me," she smiles, twisting her fingers with mine. "I didn't believe her at first, didn't even remember putting my number in your phone."
"That was pretty smooth," I told her, "I didn't know Krista had taken it. That was pretty smooth of her."
"I like her," Buffy smiled again.
"So...." We were both quiet for a minute, just taking each other in. "Wanna dance?" I asked, breaking the silence.
"Sure," she grinned, pulling me out of the booth, and back towards the floor. We steered clear of Krista and Gia, finding our own little space. We didn't really discuss it, just gravitated to the most crowded part of the floor, letting ourselves be pushed together, no need to make the decision.
The way she moved was intoxicating. She managed to keep it so we only touched momentarily, and each brush against her sent sparks through me. I let her play like that for a few songs, before I lost all control. I pulled her tight against me, smiling when she gasped, knowing my feelings were rushing though her as well.
"Faith," she breathed roughly in my ear, her body resting against mine. Both of us stopped dancing, heat and motion radiating from everyone around us.
"What, B?" I asked, wicked deja vu running through me as I call her that.
"Can I kiss you," she whispers, but again, for some reason, I can hear her perfect. But I don't answer, I just meet her lips with my own as she looks up at me. Again it's like fire burning through me, even when the kiss is just innocent. As it goes on longer and gets deeper, it starts to become hard to stand, and I have to break away.
"Damn," I breathe. "Listen, I'm sorry, I have a girlfriend, I have to go," I back away quickly, practically running out of the club.
Disclaimer: They belong to Joss, lyrics belong to unwritten law "seeing red".
::Well I confess, I don't know What to make from all this mess Don't have much time for sympathy But it never happened to me::
I actually slept well, for the first time in months. Jess wasn't home when I came in, didn't surprise me, she was pretty pissed, probably was staying at a friend's house. Or she could be planning on coming home, it was only a little after midnight.
I waited till one before giving up and heading to bed. I didn't expect to sleep, just watch some mind dumbing TV. Next thing I knew it was nine in the morning, sun was streaming in the window, convincing me Jess hadn't come home, she always shut the blinds.
I squinted over at the alarm clock, more than a little surprised to see the time. Eight straight hours? I couldn't even remember the last time I slept tht long. I rolled over, actually considering getting some more shut eye.
"Jesus Christ," I practically fell off the bed jumping backwards. Jess glared at me from her side of the bed, she seemed to still be dressed from the night before. "What the hell, Jess? You couldn't have said hello, given me some sort of warning you were there? I about had a heart attack." I pushed myself up, sitting against the pillows.
She threw the latest gossip rag on the bed next to me, standing up from the bed. I picked it up slowly, looking over the page she had it flipped open to.
"Late night special printing the guy told me," she spoke flatly. I stared down at the magazine with a sinking feeling, there clear as day was Buffy and I kissing at the club.
"Fuck," I swore under my breath, letting the magazine drop to the bed. I put my head down, running my hands through my hair.
"That's all? Fuck? That's all you have to say for yourself?" Her voice was raising, this was not going to be good.
"Sorry," I said quietly.
"Sorry?" She picked up the magazine, whipping it across the room. "You're sorry? You're cheating on me, and you're sorry? Are you sorry for the cheating, or the fact that I had to read about it in a fucking magazine?" Her face was red with anger as she screamed, I winced. "Say something, God damn it!"
"I'm sorry for both," I answered calmly. "I'm sorry that this isn't working out anymore." I got up, walking past her and heading down the stairs to the kitchen, she followed after me, yelling the whole way.
"Not working out? We have a little rough patch and you go all player on me? Macking it to the first bitch you cross paths with?" She screams, I stop and turn in the doorway.
"She's not a bitch. And I only went out last night because you were being a bitch. I was all ready to make amends. Did you notice the flowers?" I ask, motioning to the roses all around us.
"Don't turn this on me," she picks up the nearest vase, throwing it at me. Luckily she's a shit shot and it misses by a yard, smashing against the wall.
"Holy fuck," I scream. "That could have hit me!"
"What did you think I was going for?" She asked snottily, picking up another vase and chucking at me, getting close enough I had to duck.
"Get the fuck out of my house," I screamed.
"Fine," she screamed back, she started for the door, then turned, kicking and pushing over all but one of the vases. The last one she picked up, walking towards me, I side stepped, opening the door quickly.
"Taking those for the road?" I asked sarcastically. She didn't answer, only emptied the vase over my head, completly drenching me.
"Oh, phh," I sputtered the water absolutly freezing.
"Bye," she smiled and walked out. I stood there in shock as she jumped into her car, and hauled out of the driveway. She barely missed a minivan, which honked angrilly. I turned to survey the damage.
"Fuck," it was an absolute mess. Maria, my maid, came walking tentatively in. She stared around the foyer in awe, taking in the broken roses, and shattered glass everywhere. I glanced down at myself, soaking wet in a tank top and underwear.
"Think you could get Phillip to come in and help you clean this up?" I asked, trying to keep my tone light. Maria only nodded. "Thanks. I'll be upstairs." I tiptoed through the broken glass, and started up the stairs. Halfway up I stopped and turned back to Maria, who was already collecting the bigger pieces of glass. "And if Jess should come back. Don't let her in, okay?"
"Yes, Faith, of course," she answered, nodding.
"Thanks," it was time for a long, hot shower.
When I finally stepped out of the shower, the water had been running cold for a good twenty minutes. I stepped out, only slightly chilled. I quickly pulled on jeans and a green tank top, rushing out to make it to set on time.
I figured I would have time to spare, but you never know in LA. Luckily I was correct, three car pile up on the 101, and I made it to set with only ten minutes to spare. I slid into the make up chair, slipping off my sunglasses, and leaning back.
"Ran out pretty fast last night," Krista said, spinning in another chair to face me.
"Yeah," I answered, nodding tiredly.
"Jess waiting up for you?" Krista asked.
"Well, I bet she was up. She was apparently up at the right time to catch today's latest gossip rag," I held up the magazine in example.
"Oh, shit," Krista practically jumped across the room, snatching the magazine from my hand, and reading aloud. "Breaking news! Faith Spencer, star of last summers "Quest for the Night Saber", and this years break out hit "The Valley" was seen getting very close with an unidentified woman in the late hours of last night. Spectators said the two were dancing VERY close, and kissed, much longer than friends."
"Oh yeah, Jess was pissed," I sighed as the hairdresser brushed through my still damp hair.
"Thus confirming, the many internet rumors of Miss Spencers sexuality," she paused. "There were internet rumors?"
"You've never googled me?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. "There are whole internet groups dedicated to my sexuality."
"Huh," she answered, continuing to page through the magazine. "So.....would you be mad to know I invited Buffy to set?"
"What?" I sat up quickly, the stylist pulling away.
"Yeah," Krista nodded guiltily. "She has a drive on at five. Are you mad?" I sighed, thinking it over.
"Honestly? No," I grinned at her. "Me and Jess had it out this morning. It's over."
"Thank you god in heaven," Krista raised her hands to the sky. "Seriously it was about time. Now you can get down with this Buffy girl, right? Cause I have to say, until she ran off she was pretty cool."
"When did she run off?" I asked, kinda hoping it wasn't long after I left.
"A little after midnight, said she saw someone she knew and ran off. And I am talking, RAN."
"Huh," I answered as my head was tilted forward by Alissa. "Was Alex talking by any chance? Because I've wanted to run out during that before."
"Be nice," Krista grinned.
"Hey, I got rid of the girlfriend you hated. When you gonna ditch the boremeister?" I asked.
"He isn't boring in the bedroom," she defended.
"Oh, too much information," Alissa grimaced.
"Sorry," Krista apoligized with a grin. "Also he may be boring, but he is an honest guy with a good job. Where else am I gonna find that in LA?"
"I'll give you that," I tried to nod, but Alissa held tight to my hair, preventing any movement.
"Are you done here, Krista?" Alissa asked, sounding irritated.
"Yep, just waiting to be needed on set," Krista answered, spinning in her chair.
"Well go wait somewhere else. That way I might have a chance of getting Faith to set on time."
"Sorry," Krista sulked past me and I stuck my tongue out at her.
"So, when you two are at the table, I want you to look a little more nervous. Remember you're about to confront him about getting your best friend pregnant. Fidgit, play with the sugars. Got it?" Richard, our director asked me.
"Yeah," I nodded, glancing over just in time to see Krista step back onto set, followed by Buffy. My heart jumped in my chest, and I suddenly felt I was going to have no problem appearing nervous.
Disclaimer: Joss owns them lyrics from unwritten law seeing red.
::so follow the leader now And swallow your pride as well When there no place left to go Baby thats when you will know::
I slid into the booth across from Seth, he smiled, and then went back to texting on his cell phone. I watched as Buffy followed Krista over to the edge of set. She caught my eye and smiled. I gave her a little wave, motioning to my chair, she got the hint and sat down.
"Okay, Seth, back to your mark," Richard directed, Seth stood, sliding his phone into his pocket. "And make sure the ringer's off this time." Seth pulled the phone back out, silencing it before putting it away again.
"Silent," he announced.
"Ready, Faith?" Richard asked. I gave him a thumbs up.
"Quiet on set, roll cameras, action!"
"Natalie," I looked up at Seth, letting the nervousness wash over me.
"Hey, Barry," a half smile, quick kiss on the cheek, then back to staring at my hands as I rearranged the sugars.
"Why'd you want to meet here?" Barry asked.
"It's about River," I, Natalie, caught his eye breifly before looking away.
"River," he gave a nervous laugh of his own, "what about her."
"I know you slept with her, Barry."
"With River? You're not serious. What would make you think that?"
"Because it's true," Natalie looked Barry in the eyes. "I can see it in your eyes." Barry looked down, shoulders sagging in defeat.
"Can you forgive me?" He asked. "It was a mistake. We had broken up, and you were with Mikey, I thought," Barry sighed. "I thought I had lost you. I was drunk, and she was there."
"She was there?" I let Natalie's voice fill with restrained anger. "My best friend was there, so you decided to have sex with her?"
"I didn't mean to."
"What, you were playing twister, and oops, were naked?" Natalie laughed bitterly.
"I'm sorry. It was just one night, it's over," Barry promised. Natalie stood, walking towards the door of the diner. Barry grabbed her wrist, looking up at her pitifully. "Natalie?" She shook his hand off, glaring down at him.
"She's pregnant, Barry. It's far from over," she stormed out, letting the diner door slam bahind her.
"And cut!" Richard called excitedly. I came back through the door. "Faith, that was fantastic, just what I was looking for."
"Thanks," I grinned, walking past him to Buffy, she smiled up at me, but made no move for me.
"Alright everybody, set up for the River, Barry confrontation in her room." Richard instructed.
"That's gonna be me," Krista stood, stretching. "What's that about Rich? I've been sitting around for three hours, my guest gets here and you make me work."
"It was on purpose," he nodded as he walked away.
"Faith, can you take care of my friend?" Krista asked with a wink.
"I think I can handle it," I smiled, taking Buffy's hand. Again as she twisted her fingers with mine I felt weak. I glanced over to see if she felt it, but she only smiled.
"Uh huh," Krista nodded, as me and Buffy held each others gaze. "Well, I am just gonna go off and, not be noticed somewhere else."
"Okay," Buffy answered, then spun to face her. "What?"
"Nevermind," Krista laughed. "See you later."
"Bye," Buffy smiled, and I waved.
"So...." I started, wondering why I was always a retard around this girl. "We can go watch them film if you want."
"Nah, I saw your scene that was enough." She answered off handedly, and I raised an eyebrow.
"Enough huh? Should I be insulted?"
"What? Oh, god, no. I didn't mean it that way. That sounded bad didn't it? I just meant, I only wanted to see you really." She spoke quickly, obviously embaressed.
"It's okay," I squeezed her hand. "Nice to hear you sound a little dumb instead of just me. Do you want to come back to my trailer? And please think about that as me a TV star with a trailer, not my trailer as in my doublewide home."
"Well, if I think of it that way, then that was a pretty smooth line."
"I'm gettin it back," I grinned, pulling her off the set. "Come on." Together we went quickly through the stage, heading out the back door to where our trailers all were. I lead her over to mine, feeling the eyes of more than a few people on me as I unlocked the door letting her in. "This the the home away from home," I announced.
"Hmm," she looked around "black leather."
"Just like Snoop would do it," I said quietly.
"What?" she asked smiling a little.
"It's an Adam Brody line. Grind, great movie." I shrug, feeling like a complete dork again. Suddenly she dives past me.
"Are those episodes of "The Valley"? Oh my god, are they new ones? Can we watch?" Suddenly I am feeling less dorky.
"Uh, yeah there is one that hasn't aired yet I think," I move next to her, she only moves closer to me, making it hard for me to sort through the tapes to find the right episode. "Here," I hand it to her, swallowing hard.
"Thanks," she slides it into the VCR, then sits on the couch. I sit next to her, not sure what to do. She snuggles near me and I put an arm around her as the credits roll. "I love this song, who sings it?" She asks about our theme song.
"Unwritten Law. It's called seeing red. They're nice guys they were on the show a few weeks ago." I tell her, turning, my face inches from hers. She turns, facing me our lips separated by the smallest distance.
"Do you feel that?" she asks, biting her lip, and dropping a hand to my thigh.
"Yeah," I nod, my lips brushing her gently before pulling back, I rest my forehead on her. Of course I feel it, it's the same feeling I've had everytime I've been near her.
"Faith, I don't know what's going on," she sounds almost scared, and somehow I sense that it's something strange for her.
"Me either," I answer, trying to move closer, without actually kissing her.
"Faith." There's a sharp knocking on the door, and I practically jump away from her. And go to open the door, it's the same PA from yesterday, looking really apoligetic. "Sorry, but Richard moved up the morning after scene."
"Damn. Alright, I'll be back in a couple minutes okay?"
"I'll let him know." I shut the door, and turn back to Buffy, who's standing now, looking a little sheepish. I smile at her, walking over and pulling her into an embrace and kissing her cheek gently.
"You up for dinner?" I asked, playing with a piece of her hair. "It'll be late, more like ice cream probably."
"Sounds good," she smiled and I had to smile back.
Disclaimer: Joss owns them, lyrics from Hilary Duff "who's that girl".
::who's that girl Where's she from No she can't be the one::
I sat in my trailer, shaking my knee up and down, tapping a pen against the edge of the table. I glanced at my phone on the table in front of me, then up at the clock. Nine o'clock. I reached for the phone, then jumped when there was a loud knock on my door.
"Yeah?" I yelled.
"Just me," Krista called as she opened the door, stepping into my trailer. She looks as me, still holding my phone. "Oh good god. Just call her, will you please?"
"I know," I lean back on the couch. "I just, god, she makes me so nervous."
"She must be special," Krista smirks, sitting on the spinning desk chair. She twisted side to side on it, smiling at me. "I don't think I've ever seen you nervous. About anything. Ever."
"I've never been nervous like this," I admit. "When I touch her, it's like touching electricity. I litterally get light headed, and it scares the fuck out of me."
"I hate to tell you, but that's what love is. It's scarey, and dangerous, and should make you feel like you have no control over any of it."
"I hate not having control," I answer sighing.
"I know," she stands, heading for the door. "Call her, you'll never forgive yourself if you let her get away."
"Yeah," I answered as the door swung shut. I scrolled through the phone, clicking Buffy, and send. With a deep breath I put the phone to my ear.
"Hello," she answered after the first ring.
"Hey," I answer smiling. "So....ice cream?"
"You've never been to Coldstone?" Buffy asked in astonishment as she dragged me forward like a little kid.
"No," I shook my head as we entered the ice cream store.
"But you've heard of it right?"
"Well yeah, but I just didn't feel it was important."
"Not important? How long have you lived here?"
"Um....five years? Yeah five I guess, I mean I was out here to film a couple movies, but didn't actually move here till," I explained.
"Well I grew up here till I was fifteen. I grew up on Coldstone. It is a necessity."
"What can I get for you?" The bored teenage boy behind the counter asked.
"Vanilla, two scoops" answered Buffy promptly, I raised an eyebrow looking at her. "What?" She asked.
"Vanilla? All this talk of how special this place is, and you get vanilla? Don't they have some sort of exotic special flavors to try?"
"They make vanilla special," she pouts for a second before grinning. I smile back at her.
"Make that two, on cones," I tell the kid without looking away from her. She nods, agreeing with the cones.
"Here you go," we broke our staring to grab our cones. "That's gonna be seven twenty eight." All of a sudden the kid's eyes light up. "Oh, shit, you're her?"
"I'm who?" I ask, handing him a ten.
"Faith, you're Faith! You are so hot," he grins and I laugh.
"Thanks," I take the change, dropping it in his tip jar. "See ya." I follow Buffy outside, and we claim a table.
"You get that a lot huh?" She asked.
"Yeah, but they are all always really sweet like that."
"So, um, not to pry, but what happened to your girlfriend?"
"Yeah," I smiled. "Well we broke up."
"I caught that, from the way you weren't running away from me." She answered.
"I didn't mean to do that to you," I smiled. "Things had been iffy with us for a while, meeting you just made it harder to ignore that."
"I'm sorry," she took a bite of her ice cream, looking down at it.
"Hey," I reached across the table, taking her hand. "It's not your fault. It was my decision, and it was the best decision I've made in a long time." She smiles, leaning across the table, I meet her halfway, kissing her slowly. Mmmm, the vanilla did taste special.
"Um, sorry to interrupt what you're in the middle of," I looked up to see the kid who served our ice cream standing by the table, my Maxim cover in hand. "Which is really hot by the way, you two kissing, but could you sign this?" He held out the magazine to me, hands shaking a little.
"Sure," I grabbed the magazine and the sharpie, signing it.
"Did you just buy that?" Buffy asked, looking amused.
"No, I had it in my backpack," he grinned sheepishly as he took the magazine back. "Thanks so much."
"No problem, have a good night."
"You too," he backed up and turned going quickly into the ice cream parlor, on the other side of the glass I saw the other three employees looking out at us.
"So, where were we?" I ask, leaning back to her, she grins and leans forward, stopping just short of kissing me.
"You realize we have an audience right?" She asks.
"Does that bother you?" I ask.
"Nope, you're the celebrity."
"Kiss me then," and she does. It's fantastic, something great about being with someone and not having to worry who might see. I am loosing myself in the kiss untill there is a sudden cold drop on my arm. I pull back a little.
"That's sticky."
"Not the response I was going for," she frowns.
"No, my arm." I motion to it and she sees the ice cream on my arm, and notices her ice cream dripping.
"Oh! I'm sorry," she grabs my arm, lifting it a little and bringing her mouth to my arm, gently sucking and licking up the drops from my arm.
"Oh," I bit my lip watching her, then I shut my eyes, overcome by the way her mouth fells on me. She pulls away, the warm spot on my arm quickly cooling in the air. I open my eyes to see her staring at me intently.
"Faith?" She asks. "You okay?"
"Not sure," I answer lowly. "Do you want to go somewhere?"
"Yeah," she nods. We stand in unison, both dropping the remainder of our ice creams in the trash.
I took her hand, together we walked back through the park on our way to the only available parking space we had been able to find. I was surprised there were actually a bunch of other couples out and about. I just thought about us as a couple, fuck this girl's got me twisted.
"What are you thinking about?" Buffy asked, squeezing my hand and pulling me out of my thoughts.
"Actually I was thinking about us being a couple. Is that weird?"
"Yes, in a very fascinating and exciting way," she stopped, pulling me to a stop, and pulling me against her. "Kinda like you," she kissed me gently.
"Good answer," I smiled, pushing hair behind her ear.
"Glad you liked it," she kissed me again, pulling back quickly and smiling at me.
"You drive me kinda crazy, you know?" I asked.
"I get that a lot," she nods, then frowns looking over my shoulder. "I gotta go," she pulls away.
"What?" I frown confused. "I thought we were...."
"Yeah, sorry, just someone, something came up, and I gotta go," she's backing away quickly, making me feel like I did something wrong. I step forward grabbing her arm.
"Go where?" I ask.
"I'm sorry," she kisses me quickly then takes off. I consider following her, but damn that girl is fast. In seconds she's dissapeared.
"Did I just get Punk'd?" I ask the now empty walkway, shaking my head and continuing to the car. Not sure how she's getting home, but not really sure about anything about her actually.
...continued in part 11...