I'm not giving up, I'm making your love, this city's made us crazy and we must get out
I watched her from behind a brush that was seperatin' me from the sand. Guess she was done with Dawn already - hysterical bit she was and I never even realized how close her and Harry were. Odd that but I havent' been around, I wouldn't know. But, I do know who Dawn is and I know who Harry is and I guess ... well, I just won't get into that. Least not in me brain when there's a fuckin' beautiful Slayer in front of me, only not. Just a ways down, sittin' down in the sand, lookin' quite testy. As she always is.
Wondered what she was thinkin' about. Dawn? Angel? Harry, not quite sure.
Continued watchin' her and wondered for a second what everything meant. Not that there was anything to think about, I mean, God, I was such a bumbling schoolboy sometimes that it made me fuckin' sick but sometimes, that's just how she made me. And then she crushed me. And then I want to kill her, just wrap my bloody hands around her neck and strangle her, but then I want to kiss it all better and make it all go away. Don't much know what has me thinkin' this now. I guess things are just comin' back to me, the fact that well, I died - completely, came back and now we're here. Stuck on an island. No way of gettin' out and really, she's the only one I've been talkin' to besides the few times I ran into someone.
Right.
Shakin' my head, I dug in my pocket and pulled out a cigarette, lit it and began my small journey over to Buffy. She didn't notice me as I came up behind her, or maybe she did - course she did, Slayer and all. I just stood there behind her and looked out onto the ocean before starin' down at her. Movin' over to the side, I sat down and brought my knee's up, then inhaled on the cigarette I was smokin'. Funny how I still had them. Think I only had a few more left though, then I'd be runnin' out and I'd have to take up a new addiction.
"So, how is she?" I asked her and glanced over at her as I took in some more smoke and blew it out as quickly as I inhaled it - which wasn't very quick at all.
(Open to Buffy. MMM BUFFY. SEXY BUFFY. OH YES, BUFFY)
Wondered what she was thinkin' about. Dawn? Angel? Harry, not quite sure.
Continued watchin' her and wondered for a second what everything meant. Not that there was anything to think about, I mean, God, I was such a bumbling schoolboy sometimes that it made me fuckin' sick but sometimes, that's just how she made me. And then she crushed me. And then I want to kill her, just wrap my bloody hands around her neck and strangle her, but then I want to kiss it all better and make it all go away. Don't much know what has me thinkin' this now. I guess things are just comin' back to me, the fact that well, I died - completely, came back and now we're here. Stuck on an island. No way of gettin' out and really, she's the only one I've been talkin' to besides the few times I ran into someone.
Right.
Shakin' my head, I dug in my pocket and pulled out a cigarette, lit it and began my small journey over to Buffy. She didn't notice me as I came up behind her, or maybe she did - course she did, Slayer and all. I just stood there behind her and looked out onto the ocean before starin' down at her. Movin' over to the side, I sat down and brought my knee's up, then inhaled on the cigarette I was smokin'. Funny how I still had them. Think I only had a few more left though, then I'd be runnin' out and I'd have to take up a new addiction.
"So, how is she?" I asked her and glanced over at her as I took in some more smoke and blew it out as quickly as I inhaled it - which wasn't very quick at all.
(Open to Buffy. MMM BUFFY. SEXY BUFFY. OH YES, BUFFY)