Just got home
It'd been a long week. I decided Buffy could stay home, and take care of herself, as I had to go on a business trip for the gallery. Buffy had been so..what word did she use..stoked. I didn't leave her the car, of course, but felt that she had done some decent maturing. Plus, well, I didn't have anyone else who could spare the time to go.
And it was exhausting. I only found 10 items that were even worthy of the gallery, out of several thousand, and four silent auctions. But I was home now, and when I walked in the door, I realized just how home this place really was now. LA seemed like a distant, and mostly bad dream. Sunnydale was home.
"Buffy, are you here?" She wasn't. The house even felt alone. Almost like she hadn't been here for days. Maybe she stayed with Willow?
I wandered around, putting things away. And went to the fridge, I needed something to drink. Long drive, yadda yadda.
"Weird," I said aloud, "the date on the milk is three days ago. Buffy never lets it go that long, and would never leave it in the fridge. Used to complain it made the rest of the food taste bad." I shook my head. This didn't make sense. I decided I needed to call Willow, or someone. Perhaps Mr.Giles.
I tried his home first. "What is wrong with that man? No answering machine???" I slammed the phone down, and tried the library. Still no answer.
My heart was beating like a drum, as I tried to calm down.
Sinking into the couch, I turned on the TV and absently flipped through a few channels. That girl was going to be in a world of trouble when she got home.
And it was exhausting. I only found 10 items that were even worthy of the gallery, out of several thousand, and four silent auctions. But I was home now, and when I walked in the door, I realized just how home this place really was now. LA seemed like a distant, and mostly bad dream. Sunnydale was home.
"Buffy, are you here?" She wasn't. The house even felt alone. Almost like she hadn't been here for days. Maybe she stayed with Willow?
I wandered around, putting things away. And went to the fridge, I needed something to drink. Long drive, yadda yadda.
"Weird," I said aloud, "the date on the milk is three days ago. Buffy never lets it go that long, and would never leave it in the fridge. Used to complain it made the rest of the food taste bad." I shook my head. This didn't make sense. I decided I needed to call Willow, or someone. Perhaps Mr.Giles.
I tried his home first. "What is wrong with that man? No answering machine???" I slammed the phone down, and tried the library. Still no answer.
My heart was beating like a drum, as I tried to calm down.
Sinking into the couch, I turned on the TV and absently flipped through a few channels. That girl was going to be in a world of trouble when she got home.