across_thatline - Think of me fondly after I leave
"Shut up! Xander is a great guy, just not lately."
Those words echoed in my mind lately. I couldn't seem to get them out of my head. On the one hand Anya, who I loved and adored was telling another man that I was a great guy or at least that I used to be a great guy. But of course the catch! Because if there's something I learned being on this Earth as long as I have is the catch. She was with that guy in our bed. Not just sitting and talking and giving him a tour. She was with him under the covers, clothes strewn across the floor and feet sticking out of the back.
He was taller then me. That was all I could think when I walked in after hearing that sentence. He was taller then me. My feet just extended to the end of the bed. His extended farther. My next thought had to be 'well, isn't this nice. I come home to declare my love to Anya after potentially saving my friend's relationship and...well, joke's on me! Because my own relationship was definitely questionable.
It of course was over later that night. That guy, that thing jumped out of bed, floppy dick and all and pulled on his jeans, grabbed his shirt, and skedaddled pretty quickly muttering an "I'm sorry." while going past me. My hand seemed to lash out and grab his arm, kind of like a vulcan death grip come to think of it. I told him that he would never say he was sorry to me or he would lose the arm. It took all the power in my body not to slam him against the wall. It's funny actually, I never thought that I'dve had that kind of courage. The only other time I had had that resolve was after Anya's ass was slapped in a resteraunt we had gone to. The guy would've ended up over the bar if it wasn't for Anya pulling me out of there.
Funny how things work out I guess.
I didn't call Buffy. In fact, I didn't call anybody. Not one of my friends. I just sat at a bar, drinking one beer that was never quite finished while Anya collected her things from our apartment and left. When I returned a day later she had left a note on the counter as well as her key. I put away the key, but I thew away the note. Any thing that bitch had to say to me she should've said after I caught the show.
It was funny actually. When I barged in there, feet and bodies entangled they looked like a coupla deer caught in headlights. By then though they would've been run over. All she said was, "X'xander."
Three more days went past before Willow finally checked up on me at my job, trying to see how I was. I told her everything, everything and we went to lunch. That's how I found out about Buffy. According to Will, Buffy had raced through Sunnydale to the park where Riley's helicoptor was and saw it take off, stopping under it just yelling Riley's name. She didn't get him. After all that she didn't get him. I guess it's poetic. Both of our relationships in shambles. Willow tried cheering me up and even came over for some movie nights and they were fun but...they weren't the same as Anya and I movie nights.
We'd rent a movie and I'd have to explain almost every detail to her because she couldn't understand why any human in their right mind would drive a car through a building or send 15 dozen roses to their intended. Yeah, she wasn't really the romantic type. That was me.
I loved her. I even was about to admit it before stepping my feet through that doorway but that one sentence detroyed it all. Destroyed everything we ever had or ever could have.
"Shut up! Xander is a great guy, just not lately."
Her voice still echoes inside me.
Those words echoed in my mind lately. I couldn't seem to get them out of my head. On the one hand Anya, who I loved and adored was telling another man that I was a great guy or at least that I used to be a great guy. But of course the catch! Because if there's something I learned being on this Earth as long as I have is the catch. She was with that guy in our bed. Not just sitting and talking and giving him a tour. She was with him under the covers, clothes strewn across the floor and feet sticking out of the back.
He was taller then me. That was all I could think when I walked in after hearing that sentence. He was taller then me. My feet just extended to the end of the bed. His extended farther. My next thought had to be 'well, isn't this nice. I come home to declare my love to Anya after potentially saving my friend's relationship and...well, joke's on me! Because my own relationship was definitely questionable.
It of course was over later that night. That guy, that thing jumped out of bed, floppy dick and all and pulled on his jeans, grabbed his shirt, and skedaddled pretty quickly muttering an "I'm sorry." while going past me. My hand seemed to lash out and grab his arm, kind of like a vulcan death grip come to think of it. I told him that he would never say he was sorry to me or he would lose the arm. It took all the power in my body not to slam him against the wall. It's funny actually, I never thought that I'dve had that kind of courage. The only other time I had had that resolve was after Anya's ass was slapped in a resteraunt we had gone to. The guy would've ended up over the bar if it wasn't for Anya pulling me out of there.
Funny how things work out I guess.
I didn't call Buffy. In fact, I didn't call anybody. Not one of my friends. I just sat at a bar, drinking one beer that was never quite finished while Anya collected her things from our apartment and left. When I returned a day later she had left a note on the counter as well as her key. I put away the key, but I thew away the note. Any thing that bitch had to say to me she should've said after I caught the show.
It was funny actually. When I barged in there, feet and bodies entangled they looked like a coupla deer caught in headlights. By then though they would've been run over. All she said was, "X'xander."
Three more days went past before Willow finally checked up on me at my job, trying to see how I was. I told her everything, everything and we went to lunch. That's how I found out about Buffy. According to Will, Buffy had raced through Sunnydale to the park where Riley's helicoptor was and saw it take off, stopping under it just yelling Riley's name. She didn't get him. After all that she didn't get him. I guess it's poetic. Both of our relationships in shambles. Willow tried cheering me up and even came over for some movie nights and they were fun but...they weren't the same as Anya and I movie nights.
We'd rent a movie and I'd have to explain almost every detail to her because she couldn't understand why any human in their right mind would drive a car through a building or send 15 dozen roses to their intended. Yeah, she wasn't really the romantic type. That was me.
I loved her. I even was about to admit it before stepping my feet through that doorway but that one sentence detroyed it all. Destroyed everything we ever had or ever could have.
"Shut up! Xander is a great guy, just not lately."
Her voice still echoes inside me.