Screw the twelve step program, I thought. There really wasn't a way in hell I'd make it through bein' so... open with everyone. It just wasn't me. It wasn't the me that I'd be any good at being either
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Smiling, I grabbed the dip from the fridge and placed it on the counter then I grabbed the bag of chips from the pantry and poured them into a bowl. "Here ya go, straight from chez Xander." I smiled at her all cheesey like.
"Want a beer? Or a juice box?" Ok, we so need to go shopping for some more manly food products. A man cannot live on juice boxes...and still look cool at least.
Grinning at her, I just laughed. "Well, I think it's an apple. Looks like an apple with a happy face on it," I said as I grabbed the juice box from the fridge and tossed it to her. "Well, we kinda can't have soda full of caffeine in the house. That was one long week, let me tell you," I laughed as I leaned against the counter.
"So..." Small talk, not my thing. "What did you do with yourself for that year where you were all MIA?"
I can't imagine Andrew on caffeine My god, that'd be a nightmare in the making. I open the plastic wrap for the straw and take a long sip. Guess B didn't tell him what I'd been up to after the whole coma awakening.
I thought I heard about that, but I would have figured she'd be in longer for murder. I mean, she was only in a for a little bit I guess, before she came and saved our asses in the end.
"Jail, right, I think Buffy mentioned that once," Buffy didn't talk about you at all after you left. Hopping up onto the counter, I sat with my legs swinging. I wonder what jail is like, surrounded by women...woah, and this is my mind going to naughty visual places.
Closing my eye I shake my head lightly and sigh. "So...what was that...uh...like?" Ok, stupid question. "Actually, no it's cool, you don't have to delve into that badness," I added quickly.
I glanced over to him. He was full of shit about Buffy tellin' him anything about that. "Did anyone ever tell you that you're a horrible lier?" I scoffed, briefly. "If you want to know if anyone was my prison bitch... all you had to do was ask, Xand."
"The results are probably dissapointin' though. I didn't get friendly with the lot of girls." I rolled my eyes.
Looking down, I tried to sputter out an apology the best I could. "I...er...well..." but needless to say, that didn't go well. Letting out a deep breath, I shook my head.
"Sorry. I didn't mean to...didn't mean to be an ass. Only other person I knew who ever went to jail was my uncle...and well, he never let anyone stand behind him after that." And why did I find it necesary to bring that up? Enter foot promptly in mouth.
"Look, for what it's worth, after all the shit went down...I still thought about you," and that's the honest to gods truth.
Shaking my head, I jumped down from the counter and moved to her, setting my hand soothingly on her shoulder and making sure I held her gaze.
"Ok, so you ripped through Sunnydale pretty bad. But for the while when you were one of us...I dunno, it was really cool having you around. And..." Is this the part that I tell her that I had the biggest crush on her?
"...well...I sorta...kinda...had feelings for you," I rushed through that last part, saying the words quietly too.
I knew he had feelings for me. That was the thing. I knew what he felt and I used him a lost him.
I don't want to look into his eyes. It's hard to see what was done to him. The weirdest thing goes through me... like I want to comfort him. Before I know it, my lips press softly against his. Not forcefully like before. Not desperate.
No words. No motions. No nothing. Just like that, just that quickly, I feel her lips on mine. Wasn't at all what I was used to from Faith. From past experiences things have always been quick, feverish, sometimes kind of rough. But this was...this was so different.
Closing my eye, I kind of fell into the kiss, my hand still on her shoulder, and I kissed back gently. After a few moments, I broke the kiss, not moving my face from hers, and just looked in her eyes. "Faith I..." Ok, speechless, I have no idea what to say. All I know is that was nice...really nice.
And where the hell did that come from. I can feel my cheeks flushing in embarrassement. I don't just kiss people. I looked at Xander and he... I felt like I owed him something. Something better than me bein' me.
I brush a hair back behind my ear. "Bad move. I get it."
"Want a beer? Or a juice box?" Ok, we so need to go shopping for some more manly food products. A man cannot live on juice boxes...and still look cool at least.
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"Apple?"
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"So..." Small talk, not my thing. "What did you do with yourself for that year where you were all MIA?"
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"I was in jail." I say absently.
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"Jail, right, I think Buffy mentioned that once," Buffy didn't talk about you at all after you left. Hopping up onto the counter, I sat with my legs swinging. I wonder what jail is like, surrounded by women...woah, and this is my mind going to naughty visual places.
Closing my eye I shake my head lightly and sigh. "So...what was that...uh...like?" Ok, stupid question. "Actually, no it's cool, you don't have to delve into that badness," I added quickly.
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"The results are probably dissapointin' though. I didn't get friendly with the lot of girls." I rolled my eyes.
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"Sorry. I didn't mean to...didn't mean to be an ass. Only other person I knew who ever went to jail was my uncle...and well, he never let anyone stand behind him after that." And why did I find it necesary to bring that up? Enter foot promptly in mouth.
"Look, for what it's worth, after all the shit went down...I still thought about you," and that's the honest to gods truth.
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"You don't have to make me feel better... or anything."
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"Ok, so you ripped through Sunnydale pretty bad. But for the while when you were one of us...I dunno, it was really cool having you around. And..." Is this the part that I tell her that I had the biggest crush on her?
"...well...I sorta...kinda...had feelings for you," I rushed through that last part, saying the words quietly too.
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I don't want to look into his eyes. It's hard to see what was done to him. The weirdest thing goes through me... like I want to comfort him. Before I know it, my lips press softly against his. Not forcefully like before. Not desperate.
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Closing my eye, I kind of fell into the kiss, my hand still on her shoulder, and I kissed back gently. After a few moments, I broke the kiss, not moving my face from hers, and just looked in her eyes. "Faith I..." Ok, speechless, I have no idea what to say. All I know is that was nice...really nice.
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I brush a hair back behind my ear. "Bad move. I get it."
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