She's got the air to float above it

[visiongirl]

I got the job. I got the job! I couldn't believe it! I mean, hello I so could believe it because I am fabulous but I got the job! My mind was somewhere else and they held up those cue cards and I read them and remembered all that crap that Christie was always trying to shove down my throat back when I first moved to L.A. All that stuff about how to

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[_wes_pryce_]

Why I pulled Cordelia into the kitchen like that, I’ve no idea. Especially not if one considers the old hag is without a doubt still hearing everything way say. I guess it was a spur of the moment thing, and automatism if you will. But really, I would like to make up my own mind. I’m not some small child that needs to be coddled and told what do to. Not even by Cordelia Chase.

Letting go of her arm, I was about to apologize for my rude behavior but Cordelia was already running off with a completely different subject. Well, not all that different, still the same subject, just a different wording I suppose. I stared at her blankly for a moment. I could tell her a few things that were wrong with this place. Starting with the dragonder just outside the kitchen whom I was certain was going to come by on a regular basis. And, Dennis wasn’t here.

“I don’t believe in fate, Cordelia,” I said quietly. If I did, then having Faith torture me and hate me would’ve been fate too. Then again, maybe it was far easier to believe then it was something I’ve brought on myself. But I didn’t believe in fate, father taught me that much. Everything you do in life has consequences and a whole lot of nattering after that. Tilting my head, I pushed my glasses up and sighed while dragging my eyes up from the floor and back on her.

‘Why is it so important to you that I stay here, Cordelia?”

[visiongirl]

I sighed heavily because he was just going to argue with everything I said. Hello! This was meant to be, I could just feel it and maybe I wasn't the resident psychic but some things a girl just knew. Like the fact that Wesley belonged here and I was pretty sure that if he looked into his heart he would agree with me. He belonged in L.A. here with us, the rest of the Sunnydale rejects. This was a second chance for all of us and I just didn't understand why Wes wasn't jumping at the oppurtunity. Okay, so I did understand and it probably had something to do with a psychotic slayer holding a knife to him. That really hadn't been all that long ago and...God, I was sleeping with that psychotic slayer. Something must be wrong with me.

"Why do I want you to stay? Because you're my friend, Wesley." I said sincerely, glancing up and meeting his eyes. "I think we both could use one of those, don't you? Not to mention? Where else are you gonna go? Rogue demon hunter, the biggest nastiest monsters are in L.A. and you could do some real good here. Not to mention you know that I'm right, Bub. I can tell just by looking in your eyes. You can't deny it. Once you just accept it you'll be a lot happier and is it too much to understand that I just want you to stay because I like having you around?" I flashed him a brilliant smile and I dared anyone to argue with that. It always worked like a charm.

"I can't tell you what to do, Wesley. You make your own decision. Maybe you should think about it or something, but I think if you look inside yourself you'll see that I'm right." I said completely seriously, charming smile faded away and everything as Helen came walking back into the room and flashed us both her own charming smile. Only her's wasn't nearly as brilliant and was about five times more fake then mine was. Kind of like other parts of her body.

Oh God. I did not just check out the aging softcore porn star. Maybe I really was gay! No. It was her outfit. Totally her outfit.

[_wes_pryce_]

When I asked her a simple question I certainly didn’t expect a speech. Dear god, I must be rubbing off on her. I doubt that is actually a good thing in this case. My eyebrows rose and quite frankly she didn’t tell me anything new. Though, I had to disagree with the fact that I had nowhere else to go. I had other places to do. I’d probably die a whole lot sooner, I’d be without a doubt be lonely without my friends. Friend, I only have one. I had the smile when she mentioned that as one of the reasons. Actually, it would be the only reason for me to stay. Her friendship means more to me then anything else. Especially after what we went through together, even if she suddenly very friendly with Faith.

Faith. Whom I’ll probably never understand, no matter how hard I try. Faith who tried to kill me. And I didn’t get the idea she wasn’t going to try it again. No matter if she didn’t, I’ve seen the look in her eyes. Makes me shiver every time. But I tried, I tried to give her that second chance Cordelia preached about. Even if Cordy doesn’t seem to think so. There’s nothing more I can do for Faith if she doesn’t let me. I doubt she ever will, but it’s in her hands now.

She flashed me that smile again, which only made my eyebrows rise up higher. Did she really think she could fool me with that one? I’d rather her give me a genuine smile, a real one. The one the lights up her face and makes her look as though there aren’t any monsters in the dark out to rip us all apart. I hated it when people tell me about my destiny, about my fate. It sounded to close to what my father used to tell me. ‘It’s your destiny to become the greatest watcher, boy. Our fate’. God, how I loaded those words.

So I ignored them now as they spilled from her lips. I didn’t want to hear her say the same thing. Instead I focused on the fact that she mentioned out friendship, that she wanted me to stay because I was her friend. And she liked having me around. I can’t remember anyone ever saying that before, it was a bit difficult for me to believe. I was about to ask her if she was certain when the old hag came in again. My eyes darted over to her and her fake even worse fake smile. Sighing, I turned away from the both and walked back into the living room. If there was something I couldn’t stand it was false feelings and emotions.

“Did he make up his mind, dear?” I heard the dragonder ask Cordelia. I paused, wondering what she’d say this time. She had said the choice was mine, but she had also told the woman several times that I was going to take the apartment. I was curious as to what she’d say now. I really disliked the décor though, wrinkling my nose at it. Cordelia was going to have to help me out when it came to that, these dark colors were positively depressing.

[visiongirl]

Before Wes could even answer me Helen came marching back in asking me if Wesley had made up his mind. Why was she asking me? Ugh. Didn't it look like he was right here. I shot Wes a sympathetic glance and hoped that he would get that Helen didn't spend that much time at this complex. Thank God. I couldn't risk checking out the aging softcore porn star everytime she walked by me in the hallway. That was just....Eww.

"I don't know. He's standing right there. Why don't you ask him yourself?" I asked her with an arched eyebrow. She shot me a surprised look and I had no idea why. I mean, it's not like I make all of Wesley's decisions just because I called her and set up this appointment and already paid for first month's rent. Ugh. Can't anybody keep up with the program around here?

"I'll see you in a little while." I said to Wesley turning around and leaving him alone with Helen. Hey, if he couldn't at least be a little reasonable I was going to leave him alone with the realtor from hell. Besides, Dennis was already running me a hot bath and oh God have I missed my apartment.

Walking out of the apartment I smiled a little bit as I walked towards my apartment. Wes was going to take that apartment I knew he was. And for the first time? I felt like I had a real friend in L.A.