Alright, on the way back, I’m driving. It was a good thing my head was swimming already, or I’d have an even tighter grip on the door. Where did she get her drivers license? Did she even *have* a drivers silence! Oh yes, next time, I’m driving. Pulling out my handkerchief, I coughed into it and then wiped my nose. Damn, I hoped this wasn’t turning into a flu. That would really be a very bad timing. I had a business to set up, I had no time for the flu.
When we arrived at the beach, we discovered a small error in our plans. Well, I’ve never gone on a picnic before really and apparently Buffy hadn’t either. Or not much, or she’d have remember to bring a blanket or some such. I suppose the sand will have to do. I’ll have to re-think going in the water though, if this really was going to go into the direction of a flu, it might not be wise.
As we sat down, I looked on amused as she dove into the bag. And to think she’d not wanted anything when we were at my place. She must have a really fickle stomach. Leaning back on my hands, I looked around and smiled. There wasn’t anyone around here and the view was quite beautiful.
“I can’t remember the last time I went to a beach. I think I must’ve been seven or eight. My grandmother took me.” Which was about the only time I ever went to the beach. I had fun that day, not so much when we got back and father was waiting for us with that look on his face.
"Really? That long ago ... wow," I said and shook my head. That had been a long time and I thought my year or so was a little too long. Wow. Pulling my legs up, I sat indian style and continued eating. He wasn't even eating yet and now I was looking like an uber piggy, but I didn't care, I was starving and his fridge? Didn't really have anything I liked.
Finally I was finished with it and scrunched the wrapper together, putting it on the side of the bag. I looked around, noticing some shops and stuff. We could probably go and get towels and maybe ... Wes some shorts. Would he even wear them? Probably not, but it still wouldn't hurt to try.
"I was thinking ... after you were done with your sandwich, we could go across the street and get some towels and maybe you ... some swimming pant trunk thingies," I asked and pointed over to where the shop was before looking back at him. He didn't look all that thrilled. Come to think of it, he never really looked thrilled about anything, well, except tea. Shrugging, I reached over and grabbed my drink, taking a sip.
"Well," I frowned and automatically hesitated. I never really told anyone much about my childhood. Though I've always known that Cordy and Angel had made a few guesses. Especially after we tried to exorcise that little boy. "It wasn't actually allowed to...go to the beach or...anywhere really. My father thought it was a waste for study time," I said softly. Didn't really see a point in not telling her, no matter how uncomfortable it made me.
Clearing my throat, I reached out for the bag and got out my own sandwiches. I wasn't really hungry, so I looked at them and only took the one with cheese. I suppose I should eat something. Even though my stomach seems to think otherwise. Shrugging, I stared out over the ocean and started to eat the thing. Slowly.
When Buffy spoke, I looked over to her and started to nod at whatever it was she wanted to do today. I was mostly her day off in my eyes. But when she started about a swimingtrunk, I know my eyes must've gone wide. Luckily I wasn't eating anything at the moment, so the chance to choke to death. I think I've tried that one to many time.
"Errr...I'm fine with towels and such but...uhm. I'm not really one for swimming pant...trunk...thingies. Besides, I can't swim so it seems rather moot to get me on. Besides, I look ridiculous in those..." I think. Probably. No, I know I will.
I listened to him as he talked about his dad ... father. I guess his father was really strict. I wouldn't know cause well, my dad left, but well, from what I remember? He wasn't really that good anyway. He was a jerk in his own right, I guess all fathers are like that. I watched his face and just frowned and then really frowned cause he said that he wouldn't get any swimming trunks.
"How can you possibly live in California and not own any?" I asked him seriously. Because really, I mean, the beach is right there, about fifty feet from us and he's saying that he won't get in any.
That was my job for today, getting him in cute little trunks and then he can swim with me.
"Will ... you at least try them on?" I asked him and tilted my head as I watched him. "And I promise, if you don't like them ... then I won't make you go in with me." I knew he said he didn't know how to swim but please, like I'd let him go. He had to at least trust me.
It was odd not to see her react at all to my little slip up. I guess I’m still used to the odd looks Gunn and Cordy used to give me whenever that happened. Or Angel, even though he tried to hide it. I guess she’s not….what? Interested? Lost in her own thoughts? From what I remember from her files, Mister Summers left when she was young. Well, best not dwell on that, this is our day off after all.
“I’ve lived here for nearly five years and I’ve never needed any,” I pointed out. Why would I? I never went to the beach, even when the others did. I usually stayed behind to read up some. Keep Angel company. Actually, I miss those times. We’d sit in the garden, in the shade with some *real* beer and just talk. I guess that’ll never happen again either. I miss my friends, I worry about them. But there is no room for me in their lives anymore. And no room in mine or them.
Wiping my nose on my sleeve, I wonder if this pounding headache is getting worse or if it’s the sun that’s doing the trick. Oh great, now I’m not making sense to myself. Wonderful. “No really, Buffy. I’m not the swimwear type. I don’t even know how to swim. Maybe in time, alright? Why don’t we just get some towels or a blanket and have fun today.”
Good lord, the idea of having to fit those isn’t appealing. Especially not now. I wonder if I just lay back and get a bit of sleep if she’ll be angry. Probably.
"Fine," I said and started cleaning the small table up. Why are we even here if we're not going to go swimming? I didn't know, but I knew that I wasn't going to swim by myself I got up from the table and threw a lot of the trash away before coming back and putting on my tank top. I sat down and just looked over at him. He was still sick, I saw that ... maybe this was wrong for us to even come here? I didn't know how he was holding up, but maybe he should just go back home and sleep.
"We should get back, Wes," I said and looked at my fingers. "You're still sick, you should rest."
He didn't do alot of things. I wondered if that had to do with his father too. His father was an ass if you ask me and I felt kinda .. well, no alot bad cause he seems to not have the 'fun' bone in him at all. Well, a few, but that's physical or something.
He didn't seem to happy about going home, but I was trying! I didn't know what to do out here that didn't involve the water. I mean, I could lay out ... but he'd look really funny on the beach with pants on. Plus? He must be really hot.
What is she doing? Why is she starting to clean up? We've just gotten here did we? Just because I didn't want to go get some swimming trunks? Seems a bit extreme to me, doesn't it? And she said 'fine'. I've learned that whenever women say 'fine', they are anything * but* fine. What did I do?
Sighing, I pulled my handkerchief out and wiped my nose off. A cough made its way out of my lungs as well. I watched wearily as she really cleaned up everything and then said that we should leave. Leave? Why? Weren't we supposed to have fun? I was doing this for her. So that she got a bit away from the stress of having to start our business, so something other then furnish my warehouse.
A shiver went through me when a gust of wind brushed my skin. It would seem that even though we were in the shade, I was sweating. It was even stranger that I was rather cold. Well, no so much, I was usually cold. But more so then normally.
"Well, alright, if that's what you want," I sniffed, frowning at how hoarse my voice sounded. "I just thought you wanted some time at the beach. Have a picnic and all." Shrugging, I picked up my own things and the one she was holding automatically and started back toward the car. God, I'm getting a headache. Or a worse headache to be exact.
"I'm not sick," I sniffled, "It's just a cold. One used to get those frequently in England. At the very least twice per year." Though, I've only had one or two since I've come here. Probably due to the hot weather here. Even if I seem to get colder more quickly then anyone else. Come to think of it, I'm rather cold at the moment.
"I just wanted you to have some fun after all that stressing," I sighed, leaning my head against the cool window. That's odd, now I was feeling rather hot again. Must be because we're in the car now. Yes, that's probably it. Damn headache wasn't going away either it seems. Could've rested perfectly fine on the beach while she did...whatever one is supposed to be doing on a back. Swimming, or sunbathing and the likes.
"Mad at you?" My eyes opened and I blinked confused before turning back to her. Why on earth would I be mad at her? She didn't even give me the chance to answer her though. We drove away from the beach before I was capable of saying anything. "I'm not mad at you," I muttered, closing my eyes again.
Oh fine, if it was going to be like this, then perhaps it was better if we went home. I don't understand what I've done wrong now. I only wanted her to have some fun and for some reason beyond me she now thinks I'm mad at her. Sighing, I pulled out my handkerchief again and wiped my nose.
Just closing my eyes for the rest of the drive, I let the cool window soothe my headache. Though, with the way Buffy drives? My stomach isn’t very appreciative, nor is my head which keeps banging against the window. I’m seriously starting to wonder if she even has a drivers license. Can’t muster up the energy to ask though.
When the motion stops, I lift my head and blink my eyes several times. Oh, we’re here already? That was quick. Maybe I dozed off a bit, I don’t know. Buffy was already out of the car, things in hand and giving me that look again. If she thinks I’m going to be taking any medication for a bloody cold, she’s sadly mistaken. I’ve refused to take most medication after that morphine incident when I was shot. For Gunn. Wonder if he’s still grateful I took a bullet for him.
Getting out of the car, I stumble a bit and then walk over to the door. It was just a cold and nothing more. I’ve no idea why it should be made into such a big deal . Sniffling, I wiped my nose on my sleeve while fishing around my pockets for the keys. And for some reason the lock seems to have blurred, or my eyes. I probably forgot my contact lenses this morning. I keep forgetting them. Maybe I should go back to glasses.
“Do you need any help?” I asked, pointing to the things she was holding.
Alright, she didn’t need any help. I suppose I keep forgetting she’s a Slayer and quite capable of carrying an entire weapons chest without much trouble. Nodding, I unlocked the door and followed her inside. I made a beeline for the kitchen, thinking that tea with some honey would probably be very good for my throat right now. I don’t recall having a cold hurt my throat quite this bad. But I suppose it was to expect after having ones throat cut nearly to the point of death and damaged vocal cords.
I was just pulling off my shoes when Buffy came back from whatever it was she had been doing. Frowning, it took me some time to let her words sink in, which I found rather disconcerting. The fact that I needed this long for her words to make sense, not what she was saying. “Of course you can stay here if you want,” I rasped, clearing my throat with a wince Oh yes, this really calls for tea.
“And no thank you, but I’m fine. I don’t need anything.” Giving her a smile, I stood up and blinked when the world tilted to the left for a moment. Odd that, did they have earthquakes in Sunnydale? They did in Los Angeles, so I suppose they have here to.
“I’ll be right here when you come back,” I mumbled a bit confused. Right, tea. Nodding at that, I walked over to the counter and started to get things to make tea.
When we arrived at the beach, we discovered a small error in our plans. Well, I’ve never gone on a picnic before really and apparently Buffy hadn’t either. Or not much, or she’d have remember to bring a blanket or some such. I suppose the sand will have to do. I’ll have to re-think going in the water though, if this really was going to go into the direction of a flu, it might not be wise.
As we sat down, I looked on amused as she dove into the bag. And to think she’d not wanted anything when we were at my place. She must have a really fickle stomach. Leaning back on my hands, I looked around and smiled. There wasn’t anyone around here and the view was quite beautiful.
“I can’t remember the last time I went to a beach. I think I must’ve been seven or eight. My grandmother took me.” Which was about the only time I ever went to the beach. I had fun that day, not so much when we got back and father was waiting for us with that look on his face.
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Finally I was finished with it and scrunched the wrapper together, putting it on the side of the bag. I looked around, noticing some shops and stuff. We could probably go and get towels and maybe ... Wes some shorts. Would he even wear them? Probably not, but it still wouldn't hurt to try.
"I was thinking ... after you were done with your sandwich, we could go across the street and get some towels and maybe you ... some swimming pant trunk thingies," I asked and pointed over to where the shop was before looking back at him. He didn't look all that thrilled. Come to think of it, he never really looked thrilled about anything, well, except tea. Shrugging, I reached over and grabbed my drink, taking a sip.
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Clearing my throat, I reached out for the bag and got out my own sandwiches. I wasn't really hungry, so I looked at them and only took the one with cheese. I suppose I should eat something. Even though my stomach seems to think otherwise. Shrugging, I stared out over the ocean and started to eat the thing. Slowly.
When Buffy spoke, I looked over to her and started to nod at whatever it was she wanted to do today. I was mostly her day off in my eyes. But when she started about a swimingtrunk, I know my eyes must've gone wide. Luckily I wasn't eating anything at the moment, so the chance to choke to death. I think I've tried that one to many time.
"Errr...I'm fine with towels and such but...uhm. I'm not really one for swimming pant...trunk...thingies. Besides, I can't swim so it seems rather moot to get me on. Besides, I look ridiculous in those..." I think. Probably. No, I know I will.
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"How can you possibly live in California and not own any?" I asked him seriously. Because really, I mean, the beach is right there, about fifty feet from us and he's saying that he won't get in any.
That was my job for today, getting him in cute little trunks and then he can swim with me.
"Will ... you at least try them on?" I asked him and tilted my head as I watched him. "And I promise, if you don't like them ... then I won't make you go in with me." I knew he said he didn't know how to swim but please, like I'd let him go. He had to at least trust me.
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“I’ve lived here for nearly five years and I’ve never needed any,” I pointed out. Why would I? I never went to the beach, even when the others did. I usually stayed behind to read up some. Keep Angel company. Actually, I miss those times. We’d sit in the garden, in the shade with some *real* beer and just talk. I guess that’ll never happen again either. I miss my friends, I worry about them. But there is no room for me in their lives anymore. And no room in mine or them.
Wiping my nose on my sleeve, I wonder if this pounding headache is getting worse or if it’s the sun that’s doing the trick. Oh great, now I’m not making sense to myself. Wonderful. “No really, Buffy. I’m not the swimwear type. I don’t even know how to swim. Maybe in time, alright? Why don’t we just get some towels or a blanket and have fun today.”
Good lord, the idea of having to fit those isn’t appealing. Especially not now. I wonder if I just lay back and get a bit of sleep if she’ll be angry. Probably.
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"We should get back, Wes," I said and looked at my fingers. "You're still sick, you should rest."
He didn't do alot of things. I wondered if that had to do with his father too. His father was an ass if you ask me and I felt kinda .. well, no alot bad cause he seems to not have the 'fun' bone in him at all. Well, a few, but that's physical or something.
He didn't seem to happy about going home, but I was trying! I didn't know what to do out here that didn't involve the water. I mean, I could lay out ... but he'd look really funny on the beach with pants on. Plus? He must be really hot.
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Sighing, I pulled my handkerchief out and wiped my nose off. A cough made its way out of my lungs as well. I watched wearily as she really cleaned up everything and then said that we should leave. Leave? Why? Weren't we supposed to have fun? I was doing this for her. So that she got a bit away from the stress of having to start our business, so something other then furnish my warehouse.
A shiver went through me when a gust of wind brushed my skin. It would seem that even though we were in the shade, I was sweating. It was even stranger that I was rather cold. Well, no so much, I was usually cold. But more so then normally.
"Well, alright, if that's what you want," I sniffed, frowning at how hoarse my voice sounded. "I just thought you wanted some time at the beach. Have a picnic and all." Shrugging, I picked up my own things and the one she was holding automatically and started back toward the car. God, I'm getting a headache. Or a worse headache to be exact.
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"I just wanted you to have some fun after all that stressing," I sighed, leaning my head against the cool window. That's odd, now I was feeling rather hot again. Must be because we're in the car now. Yes, that's probably it. Damn headache wasn't going away either it seems. Could've rested perfectly fine on the beach while she did...whatever one is supposed to be doing on a back. Swimming, or sunbathing and the likes.
"Mad at you?" My eyes opened and I blinked confused before turning back to her. Why on earth would I be mad at her? She didn't even give me the chance to answer her though. We drove away from the beach before I was capable of saying anything. "I'm not mad at you," I muttered, closing my eyes again.
Oh fine, if it was going to be like this, then perhaps it was better if we went home. I don't understand what I've done wrong now. I only wanted her to have some fun and for some reason beyond me she now thinks I'm mad at her. Sighing, I pulled out my handkerchief again and wiped my nose.
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When the motion stops, I lift my head and blink my eyes several times. Oh, we’re here already? That was quick. Maybe I dozed off a bit, I don’t know. Buffy was already out of the car, things in hand and giving me that look again. If she thinks I’m going to be taking any medication for a bloody cold, she’s sadly mistaken. I’ve refused to take most medication after that morphine incident when I was shot. For Gunn. Wonder if he’s still grateful I took a bullet for him.
Getting out of the car, I stumble a bit and then walk over to the door. It was just a cold and nothing more. I’ve no idea why it should be made into such a big deal . Sniffling, I wiped my nose on my sleeve while fishing around my pockets for the keys. And for some reason the lock seems to have blurred, or my eyes. I probably forgot my contact lenses this morning. I keep forgetting them. Maybe I should go back to glasses.
“Do you need any help?” I asked, pointing to the things she was holding.
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I was just pulling off my shoes when Buffy came back from whatever it was she had been doing. Frowning, it took me some time to let her words sink in, which I found rather disconcerting. The fact that I needed this long for her words to make sense, not what she was saying. “Of course you can stay here if you want,” I rasped, clearing my throat with a wince Oh yes, this really calls for tea.
“And no thank you, but I’m fine. I don’t need anything.” Giving her a smile, I stood up and blinked when the world tilted to the left for a moment. Odd that, did they have earthquakes in Sunnydale? They did in Los Angeles, so I suppose they have here to.
“I’ll be right here when you come back,” I mumbled a bit confused. Right, tea. Nodding at that, I walked over to the counter and started to get things to make tea.
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