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Continued from HereShe likes Cheerleaders? I cannot help but blink at that as I try not to stare. I-I never knew Buffy was into girls. I would’ve never guesses. Oh my, there had been some rumors about Willow, but I never knew Buffy… Not-not that this is a bad thing. Though, if It’s not a bad thing then why do I feel so bad? But she likes men too

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The one thing, I suppose, I should be happy about is that this headache seems to have gone. I’ve found out it lingers for a moment, a few hours, after we had taken care of it. Though the nausea that came with it, didn’t seem to fade until the next day. What bothered me the most however, this time even more then usually, was that I could still see those images to clearly. Everytime I closed my eyes, I still Buffy’s broken and bleeding body on display in the morbid theatre of ‘what might have been.’ Good lord, how did Cordelia deal with this for years?

I tried to keep telling myself that Buffy was fine. She was alright. Had been a little bit banged up, but Slayer strength had her up and about in no time at all. Never before had I been more grateful for her calling. If she’d been a normal human, like Gunn and I, she’d be dead by now. Shivering at that thought, I took a deep breath. I ran a hand through my hair, glanced into the mirror and winced. Hopeless case, I shouldn’t even bother.

My eyes darted back toward the door. I could hear Buffy and Gunn talking, I just hope they weren’t going to get into an argument again. Heh, did Angel think that a lot about Cordelia and I? Did he often hope we wouldn’t get into our little bicker fights? He always seemed rather amused though. Then again, Cordelia and I used words. Gunn and Buffy both had explosive tempers and were likely to use violence if needed. I really wanted to prevent that.

Taking a deep breath, I took hold of the doorknob and told myself to get moving. Staying in here wouldn’t accomplish anything. I couldn’t keep postponing the inevitable. Letting out the breath I’d been holding slowly, I opened the door. Buffy was sitting in front of the telly, flipping through the channels. Gunn was in the kitchen doing…whatever Gunn is doing in the kitchen. As I closed the door, I smiled at Buffy when she looked up.

“Man, we need to go shoppin’,” Gunn announced as he came out of the kitchen. Where’d he find that cereal? I had no idea I had cereal. “You’re seriously lackin’ on the food, Wes,” he said, pointing a finger at me. “No wonder you’re all skin and bones.”

Raising my eyebrow at him, I resisted the urge to look down at myself. “I’m not all skin and bone,” I countered him rather indignantly.

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Alright, Buffy was just downright confusing. Was I the only one who noticed that? Charles was just grinning from ear to ear, as though he won some kind of pissing match. I wasn’t even aware there was some kind of match going on, pissing or other wise. But Buffy looked at me and she turned….red. Why was she turning red?

“I’m not skin and bones,” I felt the need to point out again, glancing away from Buffy. I didn’t like it when people stared at me when I…did that, so I doubt she would either. I glared at Gunn when he just snorted and snickered, muttering something about fitting through a door slot. “Do you want to keep eating cereal the rest of your life?” I asked, which only led him to grin even more.

I give up. Seriously.

At least Buffy was moving again. I watched her wearily as she walked toward the kitchen. What was so funny? Why was she grinning before she literally wiped that off. Don’t think I didn’t see that! But before I could ask, she slid her hand over my cheek, soft, warm hand, and announced it was nice. “Uh….” Nice? What was nice? I brought my own hand up, sliding it over the skin she had just touched. It was still warm from her skin and I still had no idea what was so nice.

“Shoppin’ it is then,” Gunn announced, putting down his now empty bowl of cereal. “C’mon Wes, snap to it!”

He shoved me gently at my shoulder and I blinked at him. “What? Oh! Food. Yes. Right. Certainly.” Well, at least it wasn’t stammering, per se.

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Wes was so confused, I could tell by the look on his face, but well ... he's just going to have to stay confused because I'm not repeating anything. They all agreed to go shopping and I grinned. Finally. Food that wasn't all ... gross and stuff. "Hold on, gonna go and get another shirt on," I said and walked back to my room, changing out of the shirt that I had on and then putting on another one. I came back out and they were pretty much ready to go.

We all headed down the stairs and into Gunn's truck. Of course, with me sitting in the middle. With a sigh, I leaned back and gave a look to Gunn as he started up the car and turned up the radio. Turning toward Wes, I frowned. Was he uncomfortable? I didn't want to ask him cause then ... I don't know,but still. It was hard talking to Wes, really. So, now I just kept my mouth shut mostly that had anything to do with Wes. Except when he wasn't around and everything. Then it was so much more easier to talk about him. When he wasn't around.

But, right now? I had to ask.

"Are you okay? You seem ... not here." Was that a bad thing to ask? I guess I was about to find out then.

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“Yes, alright,” I mumbled, nodding at Buffy when she declared the need for a fresh shirt. How many times per day does a woman need to change? I swear, she can be worse then Cordelia, and that is really saying something. But I was still trying to mull over what she meant with ‘nice’. What was nice?! Christ.

“Wes,” Gunn said, and have gave me that look again. Wes is very nice and adorable, but sometimes I wonder where his brain is. That look. “Some shoes might work?”

I blinked and glanced down at my feet. Oh. Right. I suppose he’s right. Giving him a sheepish look, I cleared my throat and sank down on the sofa. Cat jumped next to me, bumping her head against my shoulder. I gave her a smile and patted her head before pulling my shoes out from under the table.

Once that was done, I we all headed down the stairs and toward Gunn’s truck. We could’ve used Buffy’s new borrowed car, or mine, but for some reason we always moved in a beeline to Gunn’s truck. Then again, if there is a fight, it’s his truck that’ll be battered. Not our cars.

“What? I looked up at Buffy’s question and blinked. “Oh, just… a thinking a bit, I suppose. I’m fine.” As long as there are no visions cracking my skull? I’m just dandy.

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Riding along in Gunn’s truck is always an adventure. A rather big one and I had to hold on with my hands, feet and teeth in order to not get thrown out. I don’t know why Fred always enjoyed driving along… Oh wait, I’m sure that had a completely different reason I really do not want to think about now.

But we made it to the store in one piece much to my surprise. Buffy and Gunn nearly leaped into the store, as though there wasn’t *any* food in the house, and if there was it wasn’t good enough. I stumbled out of the car - pardon truck - a little slower and made sure I had steady ground under my feet first. When I got into the store, Buffy and Gunn were already busy getting things like… Beer? Of course, that’s a high necessity on the chain of food.

“That would appear to be the case,” I replied to Buffy while eying the American beer wearily. God-awful stuff. Really. I doubt they’ve any real beer here, or tea the doesn’t come in bags, or jaffa cakes, or… I’m getting homesick for food. I was never much of a shopper, only went in to get some telly dinner, bread and milk, which I then hardly ate. So I stuck close to Buffy, letting her get us whatever she wanted. Or Gunn wanted, since he was filling the cart as well.

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Good lord, it takes them no time at all to fill up that cart and I’m wondering if perhaps I’ve missed something and we’re currently housing an army. Surely they cannot expect just three adult humans and one very big cat to eat all that? I can only follow them quite stunned as they keep heaping more food on the ever growing pile.

I know about Slayer appetite and that Gunn can eat a horse, but this is truly amazing.

The check out takes more then my usual five minutes, I guess telly dinners and some tea don’t take up as much time as…this. Christ. Buffy starts loading the things on the check out counter and I find myself wondering how to get all this up to my place. Or our new place, whichever. I’m so in awe I nearly miss Buffy’s suggestion.

“Sound cool, yo,” Gunn nods helping her pile the things up. “I can help but English here aint allowed in the kitchen. He only burns things.”

Buffy gives me a look and I shrug sheepishly. “It was only once,” I mumble. Alright, more then once. But it wasn’t my fault on one told me to turn down the flame now was it? “That sounds nice, Buffy,” I quickly change the subject, giving her a smile. “I’ve not had a home cooked meal since…” Angel cooked, ‘…in quite a while actually.