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Lucky
Rating - G
Summary - Xander and Cordelia realize how lucky they are to have each other.
Disclaimer - None of the characters mention belong to me except Jordan Levenson. Hehe. : ) All other characters belong to Joss Whendon! And all of the Buffy . . . writer - people? I dunno.
" Lucky. "
Sometimes I wonder why I got so lucky. Cordelia Chase, into a guy like me? The Xandman? Before you knew it, she was off bashing everyone, including me, and batting heavy eyelashes at the next jock that trotted by in his high classy letterman jacket. Flashing his petty cash in her face and faking a smile just to draw her in. That was, until that horrible nightmare occurred in Buffy's basement. Now I'm stuck with the snobby, popular cheerleader of Sunnydale High that hides me from her friends. And I feel lucky?
In some O.j Simpson - Insanity - oh Shoot me - reason I feel rather lucky.
Some high class government agency must have put something in the water supply. There's not other explanation. I'm on Cordelia's leash, and that leash provides a blinding pain at times, but it hooks me to the woman pretty good.
Right now, I'm enjoying the pathetic scenes of the Sunnydale High's Razorback's football team failing miserably within the game. School spirit is just chippen' in pretty well.
And to think, I'm wasting my time watching a bunch of jocks tackle themselves over a small piece of rubber and freezing my bum off on the bleachers. Ah, good ol' football.
But it keeps my mind off Buffy and Willow's conversation. I'm going to go out on a snapping limb and guess that their words end up with Buffy's dead boy and Willow's cojo.
Their fine example of a relationship saddens me. Living on the hellmouth doesn't always mean you have to have an hellmouthy . . relationship. I've caught myself a parasite, Cordelia Chase.
She's human. Not a werewolf, vampire or some boiled up disgusting reflection of Richard Simmons. Cordelia is like me, human. And next time I compare myself to Cordelia, shove me in a hole. But maybe that is why I am lucky. We're both a normal couple. And the idea of that makes me only smile down at the cheerleader showing off near the football field. While doing such, I realize she's trying to avoid eye contact with me, and she fails. She's too embarrassed to tell her friends about me, even if Buffy and Willow already know about us. I think I'll live with that though. All is good in the world of Xander.
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Oh god. He's staring at me. Xander's smiling that dorky yet adorable smile again. He must be thinking about sex. That perverted loser.
Just keep your mind on the game, Chase. Your out here for other reasons than those beginning with an 'X'. Show off, and look great while doing it. Your not thinking about stupid Xander Harris. At least, not now. Not thinking about his dorky smile or deep brown eyes that make your knees wobble. No! Your thinking about Jordane Levenson. Money, athlete, a man you can show off and not have an groping battle with in an dank and filthy closet. That janitor's closet must be evil or something Buffy-ish.
But I guess I can give Xander some deserved slack. Why? I can't actually answer that question. Well, he's sweet for one. He is also, caring and funny. Minus, he is the biggest loser in all Sunnydale history. But he's a wonderful boyfriend when he is not drooling over Buffy and tackling Willow's weak Xander defense. She thinks I don't catch the way she looks at him? And to think, Oz only looks at her with those puppy eyes.
It's aggravating when he snaps at oh - so - gorgeous Angel and the coolness labeled as Oz but it's Xander and I guess you just have to get used to it. Maybe I'm the lucky girl in the freakishly combined ' Scooby Gang. ' I mean, out of the relationships, Xander and I are scoring the perfect example.
In between Willow's major drama attacks about Xander and I and Oz's ' that time of the month ' thing. And I thought only women were the ones going through monthly changes?
Anyways, they catch third place in the relationship department. Buffy and Angel place second. That is, if Buffy isn't being little psycho slayer and Angel's not too busy brooding away in the darkness like some rejected super hero.
And Giles and Ms.Calendar? There should be a law against hormones stuffed in old people. So yeah? Xander and I are the lucky ones.
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She's looking back at me with an daring glare and a faint smirk. Yeah, I know I'm lucky to have her.
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Screw it. I'm lucky to have a loser boyfriend like Xander Harris. He's even luckier to have me though. . .
Rating - G
Summary - Xander and Cordelia realize how lucky they are to have each other.
Disclaimer - None of the characters mention belong to me except Jordan Levenson. Hehe. : ) All other characters belong to Joss Whendon! And all of the Buffy . . . writer - people? I dunno.
" Lucky. "
Sometimes I wonder why I got so lucky. Cordelia Chase, into a guy like me? The Xandman? Before you knew it, she was off bashing everyone, including me, and batting heavy eyelashes at the next jock that trotted by in his high classy letterman jacket. Flashing his petty cash in her face and faking a smile just to draw her in. That was, until that horrible nightmare occurred in Buffy's basement. Now I'm stuck with the snobby, popular cheerleader of Sunnydale High that hides me from her friends. And I feel lucky?
In some O.j Simpson - Insanity - oh Shoot me - reason I feel rather lucky.
Some high class government agency must have put something in the water supply. There's not other explanation. I'm on Cordelia's leash, and that leash provides a blinding pain at times, but it hooks me to the woman pretty good.
Right now, I'm enjoying the pathetic scenes of the Sunnydale High's Razorback's football team failing miserably within the game. School spirit is just chippen' in pretty well.
And to think, I'm wasting my time watching a bunch of jocks tackle themselves over a small piece of rubber and freezing my bum off on the bleachers. Ah, good ol' football.
But it keeps my mind off Buffy and Willow's conversation. I'm going to go out on a snapping limb and guess that their words end up with Buffy's dead boy and Willow's cojo.
Their fine example of a relationship saddens me. Living on the hellmouth doesn't always mean you have to have an hellmouthy . . relationship. I've caught myself a parasite, Cordelia Chase.
She's human. Not a werewolf, vampire or some boiled up disgusting reflection of Richard Simmons. Cordelia is like me, human. And next time I compare myself to Cordelia, shove me in a hole. But maybe that is why I am lucky. We're both a normal couple. And the idea of that makes me only smile down at the cheerleader showing off near the football field. While doing such, I realize she's trying to avoid eye contact with me, and she fails. She's too embarrassed to tell her friends about me, even if Buffy and Willow already know about us. I think I'll live with that though. All is good in the world of Xander.
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Oh god. He's staring at me. Xander's smiling that dorky yet adorable smile again. He must be thinking about sex. That perverted loser.
Just keep your mind on the game, Chase. Your out here for other reasons than those beginning with an 'X'. Show off, and look great while doing it. Your not thinking about stupid Xander Harris. At least, not now. Not thinking about his dorky smile or deep brown eyes that make your knees wobble. No! Your thinking about Jordane Levenson. Money, athlete, a man you can show off and not have an groping battle with in an dank and filthy closet. That janitor's closet must be evil or something Buffy-ish.
But I guess I can give Xander some deserved slack. Why? I can't actually answer that question. Well, he's sweet for one. He is also, caring and funny. Minus, he is the biggest loser in all Sunnydale history. But he's a wonderful boyfriend when he is not drooling over Buffy and tackling Willow's weak Xander defense. She thinks I don't catch the way she looks at him? And to think, Oz only looks at her with those puppy eyes.
It's aggravating when he snaps at oh - so - gorgeous Angel and the coolness labeled as Oz but it's Xander and I guess you just have to get used to it. Maybe I'm the lucky girl in the freakishly combined ' Scooby Gang. ' I mean, out of the relationships, Xander and I are scoring the perfect example.
In between Willow's major drama attacks about Xander and I and Oz's ' that time of the month ' thing. And I thought only women were the ones going through monthly changes?
Anyways, they catch third place in the relationship department. Buffy and Angel place second. That is, if Buffy isn't being little psycho slayer and Angel's not too busy brooding away in the darkness like some rejected super hero.
And Giles and Ms.Calendar? There should be a law against hormones stuffed in old people. So yeah? Xander and I are the lucky ones.
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She's looking back at me with an daring glare and a faint smirk. Yeah, I know I'm lucky to have her.
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Screw it. I'm lucky to have a loser boyfriend like Xander Harris. He's even luckier to have me though. . .