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Prompt #14: Frustration

"So what are you doing for Buffy tomorrow?"
I look over at Kennedy, bending over to catch my breath. "What do you mean?"
She makes an incredulous noise, her eyes going wide. "Um… You know what tomorrow is, right?"
Sighing, I straighten up and look out at the other Slayers running the obstacle course Ken and I had just finished.
"Of course I fuckin' know what tomorrow is, Ken. I'm gonna… I don't know, get her some flowers or somethin'," I shrug.
Kennedy lets out a low whistle. "You know Buffy is gonna be expecting more than some dumb plants that'll die in three days, right?"
She raises an eyebrow as I pull a pack of cigarettes from my jeans, placing one between my lips.
I look back at her as I light the cigarette, breathing it in deep. "Like what?" I jerk my head to the left, behind us, motioning for her to follow me and Ken laughs as I plop down on the gym bench.
"Ever heard of romance, Faith?" She sits down, stretching her arms above her.
"Duh. Flowers," I point out.
Kennedy rolls her eyes. "Dude, you're such a lost cause."
My head jerks in her direction. "Fuck you."
"Whatever, dude." She gets up and begins walking back toward the building. "Don't come crying to me when she makes you sleep on the couch tonight," she yells over her shoulder.
What? Would B really do that? Fuck.
"Wait, Ken," I shout back, jogging up to her.
She turns, hands on her hips, smirk on her face. "Yes?"
"What should I do?" I ask, and as much as it pisses me off to see how much she's enjoying my current predicament, I'd rather make sure tomorrow is as good as it gets for Buffy rather than care about what Ken thinks.
The younger girl just sighs, looking to her left and then back at me. "You want a little help with ideas, Lehane?"
I turn my head and exhale sharply, a cloud of smoke puffing out into the air. "Fuck. Please."
Kennedy rolls her eyes, and motions toward the door. "Come on, Casanova," she says, knowing I'll follow, so she doesn't wait for me.
A wide grin breaks out on my face. I catch up to her, my arm slinging over her shoulders.
"Knew you was my bestie for a reason," I smirk.
Kennedy knits her brow, looking at my hand hanging down over her chest. She catches my eye. "If you make this in any way difficult, or screw up my plans for Will tomorrow..." She looks momentarily horrified. "Or both, I'm leaving your ass to the wolves."
"Deal."
Smirking again, I place the cigarette between my lips to free my other hand, tightening my arm around her neck and ruffling her hair with my fist.
She expectantly pushes me away, a warning in her expression. "I swear to god, Faith…"
I raise my hands in surrender as we stop in front of the door. Ken eyes the dying cigarette I hit once last time.
Grabbing it from between my fingers, she glares at me. "Oh, and if you don't behave, I'll tell Buffy you were smoking again," she warns me, and hits the cigarette herself before tossing it into the grass. I raise my hand in a salute, and again she rolls her eyes and reaches for the door handle.
I laugh, following her inside. I hope she's good with this shit. God, or… who the fuck ever knows I'm not.

How can so many fucking things go wrong in just four hours?
I woke up this morning with a dumb ass grin on my face, thinking of the plans Kennedy had helped me make for today. I'm usually not this happy waking up before 11 am, but hell, I've become a total sap these past few months.
Buffy had already gone; she leaves for the Academy around 7:30, so after she woke me to kiss me goodbye, I waited a good ten minutes after I heard her car leave the driveway (she always forgets something here at least once or twice a week) until I sprang into action.
We had only been together for four months, me and B. But not even two months after we began dating was when we decided to move in together. Both of us knew from that first kiss that we were meant to be together- hell, I knew it the moment I first saw her. It seemed quick to the rest of the gang, but they had all supported us a hell of a lot more than I expected.
Where was I? Oh yeah. Trying not to have a total fucking meltdown.
I'd already called Ken. She put me on speaker, and I explained the sitch to her and Will; stumbling over the words in the midst of my freakout as I lit yet another cigarette.
Both of them assured me it wasn't a big deal, and to just continue with the rest of my plan- which consisted of cooking up a simple recipe for B when she arrived on her lunch break to eat and pick me up for my classes. Willow said she would call the local flower delivery and have them bring a bouqet to replace the misplaced one I'd gotten earlier.
Imagine my freakout when, twenty minutes later, a pudgy dude with a hat that read "Rudy's Flower Delievery" showed up on my doorstep.
With a bouquet of sunflowers.
Poor dude. Yeah, he shouldn't have accidentally switched my order with someone else's, but the key word here: accident. So after I had screamed at him, practically shrieking that Buffy not only had allergies and couldn't have that shit around, but she also hated yellow- then proceeded to slam the door in his face- yeah, like five minutes later I felt horrible.
And my dumb ass was too busy moping on the ground in front of the door to notice the goddamn food was burning before the smoke alarm scared me to death.
It was dumb to try and save the pasta in the oven, especially when smoke poured out as I opened the door. It was even dumber to grab the hot dish with my bare hands, but I managed to throw it in the sink before I could drop it on the floor.
The pain in my hands only registered second to my absolute devastation as I stared at the sink, now covered in pasta and tomato sauce. I barely hear the smoke alarm turn off, but I do hear the panicked voice behind me.
"Faith, my god! Didn't you hear me before? What happened?" Buffy is stepping down from a stool, presumably used to reach and shut off the smoke alarm. I can't properly read the expression on her face right now, among my own turmoil- concern, annoyance, disappointment? And I just collapse onto the floor, a harsh sob bubbling up from my throat as I feel tears streak my face.
I'm crying? The fuck.
Not a moment passes before Buffy is at her feet in front of me, resting her hands on my knees. "Faith, baby, what is it?"
But I shake my head vigorously. "I don't fucking get it! I don't understand why everything had to go wrong!" My voice sounds foreign, thick with tears.
Buffy furrows her brow. "What do you mean?"
"I mean I tried so fucking hard to make everything perfect! It's fucking Valentine's Day and I wanted to make it special, but I left the goddamn flowers at the store, then the fucking replacements were wrong, and…" I pause to take a breath. "And the goddamn fucking chocolates melted all over the stupid teddy bear I bought, then I burned the fucking baked ziti I tried to make because you like it so much!"
I'm sobbing into my hands- well, my wrists, since my hands are burnt to shit- and Buffy must notice them, because I feel her reach over next to me to flip open the cupboard under the sink.
She lightly takes my hands, squeezing antibiotic ointment into her fingers and rubbing it gently over the pads of my fingers. I've calmed down a lot, the meltdown I finally had just minutes beforehand having taken a lot out of me.
Buffy continues to caress my hands, though the ointment had already disappeared into my skin. Her touch is soothing most of what is left of my hysteria, and I can see her watching me as I stare down at my hands while her fingers smooth over them. She's probably trying to gauge whether or not I'm gonna flip again. I would.
One of her hands moves to my chin, and she tilts my face towards her, urging me to look in her eyes. I'm terrified of what I'm going to see there, if she's going to be pissed at me for fucking up, or laugh at everything that happened and at me for breaking down.
But when I meet her gaze, I find nothing I expect.
Buffy's eyes are soft, and her hand moves to my face to brush my hair behind my ear.
"I'm absolutely stunned, Faith," she says. Fuck. I knew it. She shakes her head at the crushed look I must have on my face. "Oh no, baby, no. I mean that I'm beyond surprised- and happy-" she enunciates, "that you would do all of this for me."
She's got this gorgeous smile on her face, while her hands continue to graze over mine.
My eyebrows pull together, confusion clouding my expression.
"Why? You're not mad? Not…" I sniffle, and shake my head. "You're not upset I fucked everything up?"
I get another smile. "Sounds to me like it's the flower dude's fault," she jokes. I let out a strained laugh, my throat sore from crying.
She cups my cheeks, and she pulls me toward her to kiss me deeply. When she pulls back, she rests her forehead against mine.
"I love you, Faith. More than words, and maybe more than I can ever begin to show you." Buffy moves to meet my eyes. "I'm sorry things got so crazy today, but you should never feel like you have to go above and beyond to gain my affections, or my approval."
I narrow my eyes. "I'm gonna kill Kennedy."
Buffy raises an eyebrow. I shake my head, sniffing again. "She is the one who talked me into doing all this shit," I explain. "Said flowers wouldn't be enough."
She rolls her eyes. "I know you two are close, but why would you ever take advice from her regarding me? Are you too busy checking me out to notice that we practically disagree on everything?"
I grin. "Hey, not my fault. You're sexy as fuck."
Laughing, Buffy rises to her feet. "Come on, babe," she says, careful of my hands as she helps me up as well. She leans in to give me a light kiss. "Let's clean up. We can grab something to eat on the way to the school."
I turn to the cooking mess I left on the counter, but she stops me, and pulls me in for a deeper kiss. Her lips still tickle mine as she speaks, "I love you."
Ignoring the light burn of my hands, which are already healing, I rest them on her waist and kiss her again. "I love you, Buffy."
We kiss for a few seconds, then she pulls back and looks into my eyes again, "Also, I'd like a little less effort next year 'cause we can't have you screwing things up and crying in a heap on the kitchen floor again," she teases, and laughs as she scampers away before I can grab her.
You bitch. "You bitch!" I yell, and chase after her, another dumb ass grin on my face.
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