Drabble challenge for angelbuffy
Prompt: Bye Bye Bye by N Sync
Requested By: angelbuffy
Characters: Buffy Summers, Dawn Summers
Timeline/Verse: sixwordstories verse, main
Disclaimer: I don't own Buffy in any way, shape, or form. Buffy is cuzitswrong and the Dawn mentioned is not linked to any journal in particular. I might have... played with timelines. Deal with it.
Still accepting requests here!
It took Buffy three attempts before she finally yelled loud enough to get her sister's attention. Though it might have also been the stuffed bear she hurled at her head, plucked off the dresser beside the door where she'd stood glaring.
Dawn shot her an annoyed look, and batted at the space bar on her computer to pause the song.
"Can I help you?" she asked in a tone that warned Buffy this conversation was going to go on the "difficult" pile. Buffy decided to avoid a fight - this time - by taking a different tack.
"Who were you listening to, anyways?" she asked, making a little face as she glanced around Dawn's not-particularly-clean-right-now room. Dawn's face contorted into an expression of confusion mixed with downright offense at Buffy's question.
"You really need to get out during the day more often," she advised. Buffy was not so much amused by the comment.
"So I don't keep up with Tiger Beat. I refuse to be guilted over this. I'm still hip," Buffy pouted.
"Uh huh. Lots of hip people nowadays don't even know who the Jonas Brothers are," Dawn replied with a roll of her eyes.
"Wait, that's what they sound like?" Buffy asked. "Huh."
"What did you expect?" Dawn demanded, turning in her chair to face her all-too-outdated sister with judging eyes.
"I don't know. Just... more, I guess? I mean, isn't every teenage girl in the world in love with them for some reason?" she asked. Even though she was honestly just curious, Dawn dared to look perfectly outraged.
"You are so weird. This is why I don't bring people over," she huffed, flipping her ponytail over her shoulder, as she turned around and went to turn her Pandora station back on.
"And here I thought it was all the battle axes in the living room," Buffy muttered to herself, turning to go.
Dawn didn't register the comment, as she'd already starting blaring tunes again, setting Buffy's shoulder tight with renewed frustration. The anger melted though, as the next song started up and her head whipped around, eyes widening in sudden delight.
"No way," she exclaimed, almost pushing Dawn aside, as she crossed the room in a few sudden steps.
"Hey!" Dawn protested, as her desk chair was spent spinning, with her as a dizzied passenger, gripping its arms. Her shouts were drowned out as Buffy cranked the volume even further, seeming to have forgotten that she'd only come up here to chastise her sister for the same thing moments ago.
"I haven't heard this song in forever!" Buffy shouted, though half of what she was saying was lost in the din. Dawn just stared at her sister as if she had utterly lost her mind as the older girl spun around and started doing really retarded dance moves that offended all of Dawn's teenage sensibilities.
"What is wrong with you? Ugh!" Dawn shouted, as she moved over to turn it down. Buffy rolled her eyes this time, staring at her sister like she had grown another head.
"It's N' Sync, Dawn. Duh."
Dawn's expression still read uh, what? and Buffy sighed and shook her head. "Y'know, like... Justin Timberlake? His... boy band?"
"Justin was in a boy band?" The level of incredulity there was just too much for Buffy to take. She just turned back to the computer and cranked it again just in time to jump into place and wave bye-bye-bye across the room.
"Ok, that's it, I.. can't be in here and witness this. I'm trying this new thing where I limit the amount of stuff that I allow to scar me forever," Dawn said, as she got up and headed out the door.
"Kids these days," Buffy mumbled, before launching back into her dance. Because hey, sometimes you just had to boogie.
Requested By: angelbuffy
Characters: Buffy Summers, Dawn Summers
Timeline/Verse: sixwordstories verse, main
Disclaimer: I don't own Buffy in any way, shape, or form. Buffy is cuzitswrong and the Dawn mentioned is not linked to any journal in particular. I might have... played with timelines. Deal with it.
Still accepting requests here!
It took Buffy three attempts before she finally yelled loud enough to get her sister's attention. Though it might have also been the stuffed bear she hurled at her head, plucked off the dresser beside the door where she'd stood glaring.
Dawn shot her an annoyed look, and batted at the space bar on her computer to pause the song.
"Can I help you?" she asked in a tone that warned Buffy this conversation was going to go on the "difficult" pile. Buffy decided to avoid a fight - this time - by taking a different tack.
"Who were you listening to, anyways?" she asked, making a little face as she glanced around Dawn's not-particularly-clean-right-now room. Dawn's face contorted into an expression of confusion mixed with downright offense at Buffy's question.
"You really need to get out during the day more often," she advised. Buffy was not so much amused by the comment.
"So I don't keep up with Tiger Beat. I refuse to be guilted over this. I'm still hip," Buffy pouted.
"Uh huh. Lots of hip people nowadays don't even know who the Jonas Brothers are," Dawn replied with a roll of her eyes.
"Wait, that's what they sound like?" Buffy asked. "Huh."
"What did you expect?" Dawn demanded, turning in her chair to face her all-too-outdated sister with judging eyes.
"I don't know. Just... more, I guess? I mean, isn't every teenage girl in the world in love with them for some reason?" she asked. Even though she was honestly just curious, Dawn dared to look perfectly outraged.
"You are so weird. This is why I don't bring people over," she huffed, flipping her ponytail over her shoulder, as she turned around and went to turn her Pandora station back on.
"And here I thought it was all the battle axes in the living room," Buffy muttered to herself, turning to go.
Dawn didn't register the comment, as she'd already starting blaring tunes again, setting Buffy's shoulder tight with renewed frustration. The anger melted though, as the next song started up and her head whipped around, eyes widening in sudden delight.
"No way," she exclaimed, almost pushing Dawn aside, as she crossed the room in a few sudden steps.
"Hey!" Dawn protested, as her desk chair was spent spinning, with her as a dizzied passenger, gripping its arms. Her shouts were drowned out as Buffy cranked the volume even further, seeming to have forgotten that she'd only come up here to chastise her sister for the same thing moments ago.
"I haven't heard this song in forever!" Buffy shouted, though half of what she was saying was lost in the din. Dawn just stared at her sister as if she had utterly lost her mind as the older girl spun around and started doing really retarded dance moves that offended all of Dawn's teenage sensibilities.
"What is wrong with you? Ugh!" Dawn shouted, as she moved over to turn it down. Buffy rolled her eyes this time, staring at her sister like she had grown another head.
"It's N' Sync, Dawn. Duh."
Dawn's expression still read uh, what? and Buffy sighed and shook her head. "Y'know, like... Justin Timberlake? His... boy band?"
"Justin was in a boy band?" The level of incredulity there was just too much for Buffy to take. She just turned back to the computer and cranked it again just in time to jump into place and wave bye-bye-bye across the room.
"Ok, that's it, I.. can't be in here and witness this. I'm trying this new thing where I limit the amount of stuff that I allow to scar me forever," Dawn said, as she got up and headed out the door.
"Kids these days," Buffy mumbled, before launching back into her dance. Because hey, sometimes you just had to boogie.