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Things have been going pretty good considering the past day or so. I mean, I haven't done a lot. Xander and I haven't trained like at all. I've kept pretty much to myself. I am expecting the day to come when Xander is going to knock on my door and tell me to pack up he's taking me home. Worse yet, he's sending me home on a bus.
Xander also told me that the Dean jerk guy asked about us to Wesley. I guess Wesley is a former watcher and he's friends with Dean. I haven't met Wesley yet but I feel sorry for him if he's friends with Dean.
I'm sure I really didn't like him because he was using guns. I really have a thing for guns. To have your father murdered by a gun at the age of four right in front of you. Then have your mother shot by your step-father in the thigh and end up dying from a Staph infection makes you learn not to like them. Call it a thing or something. Maybe I should get some therapy? No, I think not.
Having just woke up a little while ago I decided to go for a run on the treadmill that is in the basement. Since I didn't hear anyone around I put on a sports bra and short shorts along with my favorite pair of running shoes. I grabbed a towel and put it around my neck on my way down to the basement. Hopping on the treadmill, I turned it up as fast as it went and started to run. I got tired after like 3 minutes. Living without my powers is so not fun. I turned it down to five and ran for about an hour. A nice bath in my really cool bathtub will feel so good after getting something to eat.
Walking back up the stairs I remembered that Xander had brought me home some Del Taco last night that I wasn't in the mood to eat at the time. He said that he'd put them in the refrigerator for me that was in the office. Walking into the office there was a little mini-fridge. I grabbed the first bag I could find. It was kinda heavy. I opened it up and... it was a container of blood. Ewww. Putting that back inside I grabbed the next bag. That one had my name on it with a smiley face on the bag. Leave it to Xander.
I reached into the bag. Yum! He got me my favorite. I grabbed a chicken taco and took a bite while I walked to the stairs. I was chewing a bite that was probably the size of half the taco when I heard a knock on the main hotel doors. I turn around and it was... Dean. He had the biggest grin on his face. Shocked, I gasp, but start to choke on my big bite. I turn around and spit what's in my mouth into the bag. Gasping for air I cough a little more before finally swallowing what was left in my mouth. Walking to the door I glared at Dean the whole way as he couldn't stop laughing.
I then remembered what I was wearing. My hair was in a really high pony tail so it wouldn't get in my eyes while I ran. I was sweat drenched from head to toe not to mention the sports bra and short shorts. Unlocking the door I didn't say anything. I don't think I've ever been so embarrassed in my life. Dean was still laughing. "Are you going to come in or not?"
Xander also told me that the Dean jerk guy asked about us to Wesley. I guess Wesley is a former watcher and he's friends with Dean. I haven't met Wesley yet but I feel sorry for him if he's friends with Dean.
I'm sure I really didn't like him because he was using guns. I really have a thing for guns. To have your father murdered by a gun at the age of four right in front of you. Then have your mother shot by your step-father in the thigh and end up dying from a Staph infection makes you learn not to like them. Call it a thing or something. Maybe I should get some therapy? No, I think not.
Having just woke up a little while ago I decided to go for a run on the treadmill that is in the basement. Since I didn't hear anyone around I put on a sports bra and short shorts along with my favorite pair of running shoes. I grabbed a towel and put it around my neck on my way down to the basement. Hopping on the treadmill, I turned it up as fast as it went and started to run. I got tired after like 3 minutes. Living without my powers is so not fun. I turned it down to five and ran for about an hour. A nice bath in my really cool bathtub will feel so good after getting something to eat.
Walking back up the stairs I remembered that Xander had brought me home some Del Taco last night that I wasn't in the mood to eat at the time. He said that he'd put them in the refrigerator for me that was in the office. Walking into the office there was a little mini-fridge. I grabbed the first bag I could find. It was kinda heavy. I opened it up and... it was a container of blood. Ewww. Putting that back inside I grabbed the next bag. That one had my name on it with a smiley face on the bag. Leave it to Xander.
I reached into the bag. Yum! He got me my favorite. I grabbed a chicken taco and took a bite while I walked to the stairs. I was chewing a bite that was probably the size of half the taco when I heard a knock on the main hotel doors. I turn around and it was... Dean. He had the biggest grin on his face. Shocked, I gasp, but start to choke on my big bite. I turn around and spit what's in my mouth into the bag. Gasping for air I cough a little more before finally swallowing what was left in my mouth. Walking to the door I glared at Dean the whole way as he couldn't stop laughing.
I then remembered what I was wearing. My hair was in a really high pony tail so it wouldn't get in my eyes while I ran. I was sweat drenched from head to toe not to mention the sports bra and short shorts. Unlocking the door I didn't say anything. I don't think I've ever been so embarrassed in my life. Dean was still laughing. "Are you going to come in or not?"