Oh man. This is just bad. We went to the airport to get
Xander, right? We managed to pack more people into the cars than I ever thought possible. Watching everyone pile out at the airport was like watching those clown acts in the circus. Ben was reluctant about it, but came along. In hindsight, I wish he hadn't.
When we found Xander in the bar, I tried to play off how happy I was to see him, but when I went to hug him, I tripped over my own two feet and he went to catch me, and our lips brushed together for a second. I honestly did trip. Completely unintentional, but Ben was furious. He kept his cool at the airport, and in the car on the way back, so I don't think anyone actually noticed. But once we got back home, and the party got underway, he pulled me aside and unloaded on me. He accused me of kissing Xander intentionally, and he said this had just gone too far, and he said he needed to go get some air. He left, and told me not to follow. He said he might be back later.
. . . and you know what?
Buffy was looking really nice in her little party outfit: leather pants, light blue shirt, and the kickiest pair of boots you ever saw. You know what else? Everyone makes such a big deal out of
Dawn's hair being so shiny and all, but Buffy's hair is way shinier. She's actually a really nifty chick. I like her a whole bunch. In fact, I think I'll go back down to the party and tell her so. I'm sure she'll be just thrilled! Cuz she's Buffy. She's the keenest.
I'll be back later so I can talk more about what a doll Buffy is. Later!