if you can't love me, honey, go on just pretend.

[logan_echolls]

I can honestly say that I wasn't in any way looking forward to seeing Dawn Summers again. Personally, I'm sure that I had indulged in her enough the first time. Between the warmer side I'd seen earlier and the true ice cold bitch routine, that I'm sure she could have practiced and gotten a little better at had she consulted her roommate, I'd had my

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[logan_echolls]

She claims that she makes up her own opinion about people, but I can't help but notice that she's more or less acted like she's made up her mind about me before even knowing me. I'm sure of this if only because of her attitude towards me a few days ago and even now some. It's like she doesn't even want to bother giving me a chance. I almost rolled my eyes at that. Dawn kept proving herself to be a hypocrite and I was almost positive that was because she was scared of something.

"Because I won't go walking barefoot in the park?" She asks, playing along and grinning at least for the moment.

"Don't oversimplify this," I insisted, slipping in closer to her and taking away some of her personal space in the action. "Because you won't kiss me."

It's not like I hadn't noticed that. It's not like a kiss - just a simple kiss - was terrifying, it was the prospect of afterward that I was sure got to Dawn. I had noticed her and she noticed me in return and despite how much we could hate each other at times (though not nearly as much as I had Veronica. Veronica and I had past following us about, but with Dawn it was a clean slate.) I'm positive that I wasn't jumping to any conclusions.

It's only that moment that I notice her bright blue eyes staring back at me, like she's waiting for me to make a move or something. Maybe she's getting prepared to run.

[anewdawn]

He had some kind of reaction to what I said but he didn't say anything. He could think what he wanted. It's not like I cared what he thought about me anyway, at least not a lot. I had already decided that I didn't want to get involved with this guy, he was too much like other people I knew and I knew it was just trouble waiting to happen. It wasn't fair but it's how I kept myself from going insane. Besides, once anyone learned the truth about me they never stuck around - unless they had Buffy as a door prize.

He goes on for a moment with the scene and then he's getting closer to me and I'm frozen when he changes the script on me.

"Because you won't kiss me."

I just stare at him for a moment because I can't even fathom what's happening. Two minutes ago he seemed like he just couldn't get it, like I irritated him because he thought I'd made some snap judgement about it - which alright wasn't untrue but I had my reasons. And now? Now he was leaning closer to me and I knew he was about to kiss me.

I could have stopped it, I should have stopped it but I was frozen, I'd chalk it up to pure fear but I knew some part of me wanted him to kiss me. I hated it.

He leaned foreword and kissed me, lightly at first and then he pressed his lips against mine harder. I kissed him back, of course I kissed him back; despite everything else there was something there but I hated that this was an admittance to that.

After a minute I pulled away and just looked at him. I didn't like it when people changed the script on me. I wasn't embarassed I was just confused; this whole day was confusing. I didn't want to be interested in him.

I didn't want to pretend that he hadn't just kissed me but I couldn't bring myself to completely acknowledge it either. I leaned back in the seat and looked down at the play book in my hands.

"We should really practice."