a fool __cake__
Fucking hell.
Three weeks, three fucking weeks and I'm still in this damn town with some hope that she'll show up somewhere. I'm not the kind of idiot that sits around and waits for a chick to make her move. Specially not a chick involved with a fucking vampire, grandchylde of the biggest pain in my goddamn ass.
Things like this were just my luck. Women were my forte' in high school, college and the early years at the firm. Fucking Eve in the copy room was a past time I still missed, caring about women? Not a chance.
Darla was another matter all together. Falling in love with her had been the stupidest thing I'd ever done, until maybe now. I didn't regret it, stupid things were my newest forte' including being so hung up on a girl I barely knew. What was it with me and blondes anyway? Maybe Angel and I had more in common that I'd ever imagined, I'd seen pictures of that slayer of his, she'd been gorgeous before she kicked the bucket. Nothing like Tara or even Darla for that matter, but I guess it's all in your taste.
Women.
She was suppose to meet me three weeks ago, and when she didn't I was worried as hell. I searched this town as best I could and came up with nothing. Even asked around in a demon bar, bastard called Willy made snide comments about Spike and his bitch and I gave him a nasty bruise along with a broken arm.
Too protective.
Can't say I'm not pissed off, along with being worried as fuck that bastard did something to her. Carried a stake around with me everywhere I went, along with some holy water.
Fucker.
I went by the magic box everyday looking for her but she wasn't there, sometimes I just sat outside to see if she was going to show up and then I would get pissed off and leave. No woman fucked with Lindsey McDonald, Darla wasn't exactly a woman so I refused to count her. Damn Tara, I couldn't just hate her for disappearing, no I stayed fucking worried about her, about that vampire and what he'd done to her, with or without her conscent, neither option made me feel better.
I'm a fucking fool.
Three weeks, three fucking weeks and I'm still in this damn town with some hope that she'll show up somewhere. I'm not the kind of idiot that sits around and waits for a chick to make her move. Specially not a chick involved with a fucking vampire, grandchylde of the biggest pain in my goddamn ass.
Things like this were just my luck. Women were my forte' in high school, college and the early years at the firm. Fucking Eve in the copy room was a past time I still missed, caring about women? Not a chance.
Darla was another matter all together. Falling in love with her had been the stupidest thing I'd ever done, until maybe now. I didn't regret it, stupid things were my newest forte' including being so hung up on a girl I barely knew. What was it with me and blondes anyway? Maybe Angel and I had more in common that I'd ever imagined, I'd seen pictures of that slayer of his, she'd been gorgeous before she kicked the bucket. Nothing like Tara or even Darla for that matter, but I guess it's all in your taste.
Women.
She was suppose to meet me three weeks ago, and when she didn't I was worried as hell. I searched this town as best I could and came up with nothing. Even asked around in a demon bar, bastard called Willy made snide comments about Spike and his bitch and I gave him a nasty bruise along with a broken arm.
Too protective.
Can't say I'm not pissed off, along with being worried as fuck that bastard did something to her. Carried a stake around with me everywhere I went, along with some holy water.
Fucker.
I went by the magic box everyday looking for her but she wasn't there, sometimes I just sat outside to see if she was going to show up and then I would get pissed off and leave. No woman fucked with Lindsey McDonald, Darla wasn't exactly a woman so I refused to count her. Damn Tara, I couldn't just hate her for disappearing, no I stayed fucking worried about her, about that vampire and what he'd done to her, with or without her conscent, neither option made me feel better.
I'm a fucking fool.