Okay, when did Dawn say two pizzas? I heard... 'my anchovies are going to invade your slices with their sickeningly fishiness.' Sigh.
"Who needs to be healthy?" I asked Xander. "'Cause I'm leaning towards the health violation pleasure..." Suddenly those word seem very wrong coming out of my mouth and directed towards my best friend. Especially with all that we've been through recently.
"Okay, personally, not wanting to think about what I could catch from the extreme health violations, so maybe the inbetweenie one might not be a bad plan..." I commented. I wanted pizza, not risk a trip to the ER the first day back in the States. Avoiding a hospital visit seemed like a good plan to me, even if my sister apparently wanted to be insane. "If nobody minds too much, anyway. If I'm going to willingly eat something that could make me massively sick, I'd better be in, I don't know, Mexico or something." I added, climbing into the back seat of the car and slid to the centre seat.
Not that I really needed to go there, just, I don't know...always used to, when Xander would drive Buffy and I to school, so force of habit or something.
"Not all of us have the Slayerly constitoution thing happening Buff." I mock chastised, and suddenly flashed back just a little in my head.
Buffy raising a glass, and me thinking about what it'd be like to drink a Slayer under the table, or at least die trying. "Uh-huh, To surviving the end of the world again.".
Yeah, we'll just think about other things now. "In between land it is." I said, starting the car, and realizing that really didn't sound right. "... Or something." I amended, and started driving.
"Fair enough, " I agreed with Xander. So my sister might get sick from a severe cheeze overdose. I could totally respect that.
Letting out a quiet sigh, I watched the yellow lines on the road go by and then the stores. LA really didn't change that much and I wondered if dad was still around here for a moment. Maybe he came back, which would be like... the icing on the LA bitter cake. So, I'm definately not happy about being back. Should I feel like I want to skip on a plan to Italy right now?
I just didn't want things to be so awkward between us anymore. I didn't want to lose my sister. I wanted everything to be all right. But the thing is? It hasn't been. Not since Sunnydale became a crater.
Okay...we'd now fallen into this awkward, unfun, silence. Great. Was this what it was going to be like while Buffy was here? 'Cause really, you'd figure Buffy and Xander'd be happier to see each other after barely talking for the last few months.
Which really makes me wonder what happened before we left for Italy tht I have no clue about. Only way this could be weirder is if Willow and Xander were acting like Buffy and Xander are towards each other. That's an entirely different level of odd and scary. Not that this isn't odd and scary in it's own right.
Then there was Buffy's perpetual worry face. How many times did I have to tell her we'd talk all the time? What about that doesn't she believe?
"So, um...if we're all gonna pretend like we have no vocal cords, could we at least put the radio on or something?" I asked.
Woah, was I all not talking agian? No, I wasn't, I was waiting for Buffy or Dawn to talk. Can't fill things up with too much Xander-speak, that's just not fair to everyone else involved, especially if I start babbling like a crazy person.
Sure, that's really it.
"Yeah, sure." I said sheepishly, and flicked the radio on. I guessed at what would make Dawn happy, and found a rockish pop type radio station to work with, and then shot for conversation again.
"Long, but good." I nodded, "Very glad to be off the plane though." Which couldn't be more true. I hate planes and how cramped they are. And I'm very much glad to be back in the place that is as close to be home as I'm gonna be able to get, since the actual one's down a stupid crater.
"Thanks for putting the radio on, Xand." I added, "It's just a little odd, all of us being so super quiet...figured, if there was more than just highway sounds, it'd would be less odd. Or something." And there I was, back again torn between wanting to know why they were so quiet, and knowing I probably didn't really want to know. Right then.
"Nine hours from now...so...like, 10:30 at night. You're usually up now. The tired is jet-leg." I pointed out, smirking slightly. "Besides, other than the flight being long and the time diff sucking, the flight was pretty much turbulence free and therefore not a bad flight, right?"
I officially don't get her. I figured she'd be a lot more excited to see Xander, to be back in L.A. Like I keep saying, something just doesn't fit. What I'm still pondering is, do I want to ask? I'm starting to get the impression it could be scarring in some way.
"Who needs to be healthy?" I asked Xander. "'Cause I'm leaning towards the health violation pleasure..." Suddenly those word seem very wrong coming out of my mouth and directed towards my best friend. Especially with all that we've been through recently.
"How about you, Dawn?" I cover up quickly.
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Not that I really needed to go there, just, I don't know...always used to, when Xander would drive Buffy and I to school, so force of habit or something.
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Buffy raising a glass, and me thinking about what it'd be like to drink a Slayer under the table, or at least die trying. "Uh-huh, To surviving the end of the world again.".
Yeah, we'll just think about other things now. "In between land it is." I said, starting the car, and realizing that really didn't sound right. "... Or something." I amended, and started driving.
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Letting out a quiet sigh, I watched the yellow lines on the road go by and then the stores. LA really didn't change that much and I wondered if dad was still around here for a moment. Maybe he came back, which would be like... the icing on the LA bitter cake. So, I'm definately not happy about being back. Should I feel like I want to skip on a plan to Italy right now?
I just didn't want things to be so awkward between us anymore. I didn't want to lose my sister. I wanted everything to be all right. But the thing is? It hasn't been. Not since Sunnydale became a crater.
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Which really makes me wonder what happened before we left for Italy tht I have no clue about. Only way this could be weirder is if Willow and Xander were acting like Buffy and Xander are towards each other. That's an entirely different level of odd and scary. Not that this isn't odd and scary in it's own right.
Then there was Buffy's perpetual worry face. How many times did I have to tell her we'd talk all the time? What about that doesn't she believe?
"So, um...if we're all gonna pretend like we have no vocal cords, could we at least put the radio on or something?" I asked.
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Sure, that's really it.
"Yeah, sure." I said sheepishly, and flicked the radio on. I guessed at what would make Dawn happy, and found a rockish pop type radio station to work with, and then shot for conversation again.
"So was the flight good?"
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"Thanks for putting the radio on, Xand." I added, "It's just a little odd, all of us being so super quiet...figured, if there was more than just highway sounds, it'd would be less odd. Or something." And there I was, back again torn between wanting to know why they were so quiet, and knowing I probably didn't really want to know. Right then.
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"I don't know about you," I sub in, "but that plane ride was exhausting. What time is it for us right now?"
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I officially don't get her. I figured she'd be a lot more excited to see Xander, to be back in L.A. Like I keep saying, something just doesn't fit. What I'm still pondering is, do I want to ask? I'm starting to get the impression it could be scarring in some way.
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"So, you're saying that you're not tired at all?" I asked her.
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