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Wishing Changes Everything	By : Declan Category: -Buffy the Vampire Slayer > FemmeSlash - Female/Female > Buffy/Faith Views: 9748 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Homecoming Part 1 (The Dumped And The Dead)
With a heavy thud the vampire crashed against the side of the mausoleum and slid to the ground. Buffy turned to the startled co-ed girl who was now clutching her bleeding neck.
“You, you can run on home. My ex and I have something to discuss. Go on, shoo.” Buffy pointed in the opposite direction and groggily the young woman took off into the night.
The vampire jumped to his feet and whirled around to face her. “That...was rude.” He said as he brushed off his jacket, a dated beige eyesore with too wide shoulder pads and rolled up sleeves.
‘This guys fashion sense died along with him.’
Buffy shrugged as she stepped closer. “Yeah, well so is biting people. For the record no means no, hysterical screaming also means no.”
The vampires face twisted into a leering grin. “I would’ve been gentle. Not now though.”
Buffy smiled and pulled a stake from her jacket. “Don’t worry- it’s not my first time.”
With a snarl the vampire ran at her, Buffy dodged a couple of clumsy attempts to grab her before spinning and elbowing the vamp in the face. He backed off, a little puzzled, before turning around to deliver a roundhouse kick that hit nothing but thin air. Buffy rose from a ducking crouch and gave a heavy backhand to his face followed by a couple of jabs to his chest that sent him flailing backwards. Buffy blocked a clumsy right hook before spinning and connecting with her own, more successful kick.
The vampire sailed over a tombstone, landing heavily and scattering some flowers on the other side. He rolled to his feet slowly as Buffy moved closer.
“See what I did there- I just did what you tried to do to me, only I didn’t suck at it.”
The vampire grimaced through his floppy fringe. “Slayer.”
Buffy smirked. “What gave me away, it was the hair wasn’t it? Or maybe the stake? Or maybe it was because I was throwing around like a sack of potatoes. You vamps really have to work on your deductive reasoning.”
The vampire looked confused as he backed away. “Everyone knows the slayer is some skanky brunette who wears leather pants.”
“Hey, I’ve been here way longer than her- maybe if you hadn’t fallen asleep in the eighties you would’ve gotten your facts straight.” Buffy strode forward and angrily slammed her stake into his chest.
“And she’s not a skank!” Too late, he was dust.
“Thanks for that, B.”
Buffy spun around to see Faith casually leaning against a tree, wearing said leather pants, a tight black t-shirt and denim jacket. “Nice to know you’re not bad-mouthing me behind my back.”
“Faith, um, hey.” ‘Brilliant opening line.’ “I, uh, came by the motel earlier, but you weren’t there. How’ve you been?”
Faith shrugged easily. “Five-by-Five, y’know.”
“Well, clearly you’ve been busy. Starting to get a rep as one badass slayer, so, that’s good...” Buffy brushed some vamp dust off her jacket before she walked over and picked up her handbag. “You not being around so much I was getting kind of worried.”
Faith ducked the implied question as she pushed off the tree and walked over. “Since when do you patrol with makeup on standby?” She gestured to Buffy’s bag.
“Actually I’m not patrolling, that was just random slayage, but I’ll probably do a sweep later on. Uh, I’m going to meet the gang at the Bronze. That’s why I’m came by earlier, I thought maybe we could hang out.”
Faith seemed a little surprised. “Uh, sure, whatever- I’ll tag along. Things are pretty quiet out here anyway.”
Buffy smiled, grateful the other girl had accepted. Things had been strained between them recently and that was very much down to Buffy being all avoid-y. Of course, Faith had been a little distant since Angel’s return a little over a week ago, not turning up at the school as much and patrolling without Buffy a few times, but otherwise she’d been herself.
Buffy had been preoccupied with Angel, giving Giles regular updates on said vampire as well as trying to comfort Scott- whose best friend was now in jail. Add to that the intense dreams that had plagued Buffy almost every night this week she had been both pre and post-occupied, which didn’t really sound like a word but it was- it meant extra-busy.
And the subject of those dreams was the slayer standing next to her. Faith ‘the slayer all vamps fear’ Lehane.
They weren’t even technically dreams, they were just memories. Very vivid memories every time Buffy closed her eyes to doze. Memories of the night Allen Finch died, of Buffy and Faith’s frequent arguments after that, of the fight at the docks, Angel and Faith kissing, midnight school hostages exchanges. All those bad memories resurfacing were shaking Buffy’s new and improved view of Faith, and she didn’t like it.
Buffy was coming to really value their friendship, feeling the burden of slaying easing when the other girl was around, liking the easy banter they shared and this past week she had found herself missing Faith for than she expected.
She just wished her subconscious would shut up and go back to dreaming about nice things like cheese or ice-skating or Matthew McConaughey, though not at the same time, except that one time...
“Hey, Buffy, you’re spacing again.”
Buffy blushed a little. “Sorry, I’m just a little overwhelmed at the moment, with everything. I would happily settle for being just being whelmed.”
She started walking with Faith along side her. “So, what’ve you been up too? Chasing college guys? Or demons? Or demonic college guys?”
“Been around,” Faith said simply. ‘Certainly a font of vagueness.’ “How are things with Scotty boy and Angel? You two timing ‘em- trying to dirty up your image?”
“Oh, no way.” Buffy said emphatically, “Angel is just… a guy I’m helping out. With blood- bringing blood to help him. Nothing dirty there- just gross. Scott and I are okay, I guess.”
Actually Buffy wasn’t really sure about her and Scott, she wasn’t trying to push him but things really had slowed to a crawl relationship-wise. They really hadn’t gotten past the ‘really nice kiss’ phase, Buffy wasn’t sure how to get passed that to the ‘long makeout session’ phase, which led to frustrated Buffy. Stiil tonight Scott would be at the Bronze so they could get all couple-y and she could work her wiles- if she had any wiles. She should definatly invest in some wiles.
Buffy suddenly remembered. “Ooh, but the homecoming dance is coming up, hopefully Scott will ask me. I already got the tickets.” She felt a little anxiety over the upcoming dance what with the getting dumped and then hunted, but as Giles said ‘forewarned is…forewarned’ or something. It didn’t matter anyway because she could see it all coming this time and ambush the ambushers…and still have time to party, with a little help.
“I, uh, got an extra ticket, in case you wanted to go.”
That pleased and surprised look appeared on Faith’s face again. “I dunno, never been to a school dance before.”
Buffy smiled at the other girl’s expression. “It’s a bit lame, but you get dressed up, dance a little, eat some crappy food and someone usually spikes the punch. But it is fun- there was even vague talk of a limo, this one wouldn’t have vampires riding in it though.”
Buffy remembered the last homecoming when Scott had dumped her and Faith had offered to go instead, being a good friend.
‘Or maybe, according to Mr. Platt’s theory, she was asking me to the dance- like a date, a date with a girl. Which is just…confusing.’
“So can I get a yes or no, are you too cool for school, um, dances?”
Faith nodded. “Sure, but just to warn ya, I’ll probably be the one spiking the punch.” Then she stopped and looked a little unsure. “Your buds gonna be okay with it?”
Buffy was puzzled. “With you spiking the punch? They probably wouldn’t care, all Cordelia is concerned with is being crowned ‘Homecoming Queen’. This, by the way is an entirely lame title that anyone can get if they were bothered about what shallow people thought. I speak from experience when I say ‘Class Protector’ is way better. ”
“Nah, I mean about me, y’know, horning in on the party.”
“Are you kidding me, it’ll be great. Willow and I can bet if you’re actually going to wear a dress or not.”
Faith lightly punched her arm. “Hey, I can be stylin’, okay. I’ll think of something that won’t show you up.”

*~~*

The two slayers entered the Bronze and Buffy immediately spotted her friends grouped at the bar.
“I’m gonna get a drink, you want?” Faith asked.
“Great, thanks. I’ll go and say hi.” Buffy walked over, seeing Cordelia, Willow, Xander and Oz. Smiling she put her bag down on the counter and slid next to Willow. “Hey, guys. Where’s Scott?”
Xander craned his neck. “Boogying on the dance floor last time I checked. He got a little antsy when you were late.”
Buffy shrugged off her jacket. “Late on account of slaying- vamp dressed like a young Micheal J. Fox was giving a girl a lethal hickey.”
Willow snickered. “I bet the quips wrote themselves with that one.”
Buffy nodded. “It was too easy- I felt cheap.”
Cordelia spoke up. “Speaking of expenses we should get a limo, for the dance.”
Xander looked worried. “A limo. A big, expensive limo?”
Willow smiled. “That sounds like fun. And it is our last Homecoming dance; maybe we should make a big deal of it.”
“You wanna talk fun? Public bus- you meet the fun-est people. Back me up here Oz.”
Oz thought about it. “Well, if it’s a dollar issue we could all take my van...”
Cordelia seemed vaguely horrified by that idea. “A van? The homecoming Queen does not come to the dance in a van.”
Buffy rolled her eyes. “You’ve won it already, huh?”
Xander smiled before Cordelia glared at him. “Uh, of course she’ll be elected. We have her campaign all planned out.”
Buffy held up her hand. “Okay, you have my unwavering support. For the limo as well, I kinda told Faith we would.”
Willow raised her eyebrows. “Faith’s coming to the dance? I didn’t think she’d want to go to a school dance. Wouldn’t she think it was, uh, lame or something?”
Buffy glanced down the bar. “Ask her yourself- she’s getting me a drink.”
“She’s here?” Willow frowned, “Well, I guess, that would mean seven of us going. If we could split the cost...”
Buffy sighed as she looked out at the dance floor trying to spot Scott. “It might help if my boyfriend got around to asking me.”
Cordelia was surprised. “What’s the deal? How come Scott hasn’t asked you yet?”
Buffy shrugged as Willow looked sympathetic. “Well, maybe he’s nervous- like he thinks that you’ll laugh in his face. Not that you would!” She quickly added.
Xander smirked. “Actually hoping that Buffy’d get me to do it, I’ve been practising. With all my years of rejection experience I can get the inflection just right.”
Buffy pouted a little. “I don’t know why he’d think that, I’ve been super supportive recently, especially if you factor in...other things.”
“Ah, the ex-factor. Tell me is Angel wearing shirts yet, ‘cause that would be a sure sign of progress.”
“Not here, Xander, okay.” Buffy didn’t like to mention Angel anywhere except the library, where she kept things short, simple and as platonic sounding as possible when she told Giles.
Willow looked concerned. “Is everything...?”
Buffy shook her head. “I didn’t come here tonight to talk about, um, complex stuff. I came out to hang with my friends and have a good time.”
“This should help,” Faith said putting a plastic cup down in front on her, the contents smelled like beer.
Willow’s eyes almost popped out. “Is that...that’s illegal. Buffy, she’s being illegal.”
Faith smirked. “Relax Red, it’s a beer. Gals like Buffy can handle a little lubrication to loosen up.”
Cordelia smiled knowingly. “Yeah, it’s not like Buffy’s hasn’t had alcohol before, I took her to this frat party last year- she drank so much she passed out.”
“I was drugged!” Squeaked Buffy, “By evil snake-demon worshipping frat boys.” She peered dubiously into her drink.
Faith sipped from her own cup and grinned at Buffy’s discomfort. “You’ve been holding out on me, B. Partying at keggers an’ all.”
“Sounds like I’m missing something interesting,” Scott said as he stepped round Faith to squeeze in by Buffy. “You were at a party?”
Buffy stuttered trying to think of a lie. “Um, a b-boring adult party, with my Mom and a few friends- of hers. Which is why I was late and, um, just because there was alcohol Faith thinks it was a crazy orgy or something, w-which it was not!”
Scott smiled. “Okay. So, the homecoming dance? Is it cheesy or not? Should we go?”
“Oh, I’m in, that is if you are?” Buffy nodded, “I mean it sounds fun, cheesy or not.”
“Well, it won’t be orgy-kegger fun but we could laugh ironically at all the cheesiness.” Buffy watched over Scott’s shoulder as Faith rolled her eyes.
“I’m gonna go do some actual dancing, who’s in?” Faith slid her empty cup onto the bar and looked at everyone.
“We’re...” Xander stood up but was forced down again by Cordelia, “...good here, thanks.”
Buffy nodded. “I’m in,” Pleased Scott had finally asked her to the dance and feeling a little reckless she drank her beer down in one, ignoring the gross taste of it and got off her seat. “Bleeaach!”
She looked at Scott a little sheepishly. “Sorry about that, do you wanna dance?”
“I think I’ll sit this one out,” Scott leaned over and gave her a kiss on the lips. “That’s about all the alcohol I can stand- I’m a lightweight.”
Buffy was about to reply but Faith tugged on her arm and dragged her towards the dance floor. “Bye!”
Buffy felt the beer settle in her stomach and spread warmth through her arms and chest. Her head was already feeling the buzz.
As they made it through the crowd she pulled her hand from Faith’s grip and scowled at her. “Do you put something in my drink?”
“Yep, it’s called a boiler-maker. Beer with a couple of shots of whiskey, rocket-fuel, B.”
With a grin Faith danced away from her, eying a cute guy standing near the stage, leaving Buffy to wonder how Faith had managed to get served a couple of lethal cocktails. They were cocktails right? When you mix drinks together to make other drinks, isn’t that a cocktail? She should be able to handle one little cocktail drink.
Buffy relaxed and let the music wash over her as she slowly began to move, letting herself loosen and sway fluidly back and forth. Closing her eyes she put her hands on her body, already the alcohol was making her feel a little more sinuous and sexy- maybe she could tempt Scott out on to the dance floor.
‘See, I can be all wily.’
A few moments later Buffy felt another body press up behind her, glancing back she saw Faith smile at her and sweep her hands over Buffy’s hips, her breasts up against Buffy’s back and her hips pressed against Buffy’s ass.
“You wanna give Scotty a show?” She murmured into Buffy’s ear, her soft warm breath tickling her neck. Buffy shivered at the sensation, her mind, settled in a warm fuzziness, seemed to hesitant vaguely at Faith’s suggestion before giving a mental shrug. The alcohol and the warm feel of Faith’s body made the internal debate a short one.
Faith swayed Buffy’s hips back and forth in time to the rhythm of the music, taking the blonde’s silence as assent, her hips grinding determinedly against Buffy’s backside.
Buffy sighed softly as Faith slid a hand around to her stomach, fingernails scraping under her blouse to find hot skin and trembling stomach muscles. She undulated against the brunette, feeling all those complex questions that had plagued her dreams submerged in warm, alluring heat. Her own hands, almost with a will of their own, travelled upwards and back to tangle in the brunette’s hair.
‘This is so...wrong.’ But right here, on the dance floor, Buffy felt the exhilaration build as all those unpleasant memories dissipate like mist, all that mattered was that sensation, the powerful, reckless feeling of being caught in Faith’s orbit- the same reaction she’d felt when dancing with her before, and was glad to be feeling again.
As the tempo of the song increased Buffy tilted her head back, her body seemed to feel languorous and buzzing with energy simultaneously. Faith’s hands strayed lower to the top of her jeans and then a little lower, Buffy jerked her hips at the touch as she continued to move against Faith, the warmth that had spread throughout her body seemed to be concentrating and drifting lower down. Buffy turned her head slightly; lips parted, and felt breath against her mouth.
“We should probably...” She murmured.
“...Stop.” Faith finished before sliding away from her, smiling sexily and a little out of breath. Buffy came to her senses, her head still feeling fuzzy and her skin tingling. God, she’d almost kissed...
“You better get back to your boy,” Faith said, her eyes dark and wide with amusement and maybe something else. “And don’t be thinkin’ of me when you’re makin’ out.” Faith flashed her dimpled grin before making to dance with another eager guy.
Buffy looked off the dance floor to her friends who were watching her with various degrees of shock, she giggled at their expressions before making her way carefully off the dance floor. Her friends then politely pretended that they hadn’t been staring the whole time and looked elsewhere.
Except one. “Was that your new sexy dance?” Cordelia asked tartly, her eyebrow rose.
Buffy ignored her and went straight to Scott, her arms sliding round him as she kissed him lightly on the lips. “Hey.”
Scott gave her a slightly wide-eyed look. “You, um, seemed to be having fun.”
“You like?” She asked playfully, if a dance wasn’t on the cards maybe they could find a quiet corner booth...
“Um, actually I just realised I have to get up early tomorrow...and it is kind of late.” He gave Buffy a strained apologetic look. “But, I’m excited about the dance.” He gently pulled away from Buffy and turned to leave.
“Uh, okay. Bye.” Buffy pouted as her boyfriend pretty much ran for the hills, she thought the dance would’ve done something. Something good, not the ‘deer in the headlights’ reaction she had gotten.
Willow cleared her throat. “I’m sure he’s just tired, Buffy- like he said.”
“Yeah, he’s gotta fit in all those cold showers before morning.” Xander said, his face a little red with embarrassment.
Buffy rubbed her forehead in exasperation, what was it with guys? Either you were ‘distracted’ all the time so they dumped you, or you were all attentive and pushed and they got scared and ran off. She needed smoochies already.
“ I was just trying to get him in the mood for...stuff, we’ve been moving real slowly for a week now and I thought I’d try and get, um, a reaction.” Buffy felt her good buzz fading into annoyance. Boys!
“Well maybe giving Faith a lapdance wasn’t the best thing.” Cordelia commented.
“I wasn’t...! It was her idea, with the drink and the dancing. I was manipulated!” Buffy whined.
Xander nodded. “I’m on your side Buff, most guys don’t really object to two girls getting, um, heh, physical on the dance floor.” Xander looked at Buffy, “Listen, just forget him and come drown your sorrows- drown them with soda obviously.”
“Thanks guys but I think I need some fresh air, clear my head. Sorry.” Feeling embarrassed Buffy grabbed her stuff hurriedly and headed out, she had other people to see tonight.

*~~*

The night air had done a great job of clearing her head, that and her slayer metabolism meant that by the time Buffy arrived at Angel’s mansion she was feeling a lot more focused. Which was good, Angel tended to cloud her head at the best of times and tonight she really had to stay and explain the situation to him.
Everyone had been relieved when Buffy, and Xander, had confirmed that Angel wasn’t a savage killer anymore- that he had recognised her. They even claimed to be pleased about it but Buffy thought that was really more for her benefit than anything else. They were still understandably wary of the whole situation and preferred to think of Angel as ‘Buffy’s problem’.
Buffy sighed and again wondered at the complete lack of normal problems in her life, skittish boyfriends, broody vampire ex-boyfriends, ex-enemies who are now friends; it all seemed so confusing most of the time.
Still, now wasn’t the moment for lots of introspection, Buffy had a hungry vampire to feed. She made her way through the overgrown garden to the French windows, pausing to self-consciously touch her hair when suddenly the curtains were thrown back. Angel, as agitated as he’d been all the other times she had visited, stepped back from her.
“It’s just me,” Buffy said, stepping inside she offered the brown she’d gotten from the butcher to Angel. “Here.”
Angel gently took the proffered bag and turned away. Buffy glanced around, taking in the fireplace and cold stone walls as she tried to think of what to say- should she handle things the same as last time or tell him everything, that there could be nothing between them because he had wanted it that way.
She decided to start simple. “How are you feeling?”
“It hurts...less.” Angel put down the blood on a nearby table and looked at Buffy, he seemed lost.
Buffy walked over to the fireplace. “That’s good, that you’re getting better. I’ll help all I can, but you really need to eat something.” She gestured to the bag she’d brought.
“Later,” Angel looked at her intently. “How long was I..?”
“A few months.”
Angel looked away disbelievingly. “Months...”
“And I’ve told the others that you’re back, Giles and, um, everyone. They’re giving you some space.”
Still not looking directly at her, Angel’s face contorted in anguish. “God...Giles.”
“They...We all want you to get better, but things are different now. I’m a senior, a-and I’m really trying harder in school. And I’m seeing somebody.”
That got his attention, his gaze snapped back to her, his eyes intense. Buffy saw hurt there and jealousy but then Angel seemed to clamp down of his emotions. He took a moment to take it in before nodding, maybe that meant he understood - Buffy hoped so.
“It’s not what you and I...but it’s new and it’s nice. I’m happier now, for the first time since...” Buffy trailed off, not wanting to finish. Their shared night together had been one of the best nights of her life followed by months of pain and torment she couldn’t have imagined, she didn’t like to linger there.
“Angel I just wanted to say I’m sorry, um, about the whole sending you to hell thing.” Buffy said, realising she had never really talked to him about what happened the first time.
Angel shrugged slightly. “I’m back Buffy, that’s all that matters. And it’s much more than I deserve. Does anyone know how I...”
“Came back? No, Giles is working on it though. I asked him to, but if I’m honest I’m just really glad your here.”
Angel looked at her, his lips curled up slightly in what was his version of a smile. His eyes were as intense as ever and the longing there stirred something inside Buffy that she hoped would stay quiet. “I missed you...but you should go, don’t come here unless you have to.” With that he turned away and picked up his bag. Buffy, still a little shaken, left hurriedly.

*~~*

“I don’t think we should see each other anymore.”
‘WHAT?’
Buffy just stared at Scott, she felt a little lost, how was this happening? “You don’t? What...where was I when you were thinking this?”
Scott looked uncomfortable. “It’s just, I like you but I don’t see where this is going...”
Buffy shook her head slightly. “Well, isn’t it too soon to know where were going? And now, all of a sudden, you don’t want to go at all.”
“This isn’t sudden, Buffy. It’s...it seems that you’d rather be somewhere else when we’re together, like you’re distracted all the time. I know you said you weren’t into dating guys anymore and after last night...”
“Last night you bailed after five minutes, you didn’t even want to dance. And every time I kiss you its like you’re the one being distracted...” Buffy paused, she hadn’t meant to snap like that, she didn’t want to become a clingy type of girlfriend, but dammit she hadn’t done anything wrong this time and he was still dumping her. “Look, how about from now on we both try a little harder, it can be better than this.”
Scott gave her a sorrowful look. “I’m really sorry.” He walked away.
She called after Scott “Yeah, and right before Homecoming as well, that’s real classy!” She muttered “Jerkface...”

*~~*

“Stupid...” Punch. “Moronic...” Punch. “Guy.” Punch. Punch. Punch. Buffy grunted as she put as much power as she could behind each strike, her fists sounded loud in the library as they slapped against Faith’s pads.
Finally Faith pulled away, her face set in a grimace as she shook her hand. “Man! Guys should break up with you more often.”
Buffy blew out an annoyed breath as Faith gingerly took off her pads. “Gee, thanks.”
Buffy turned away and walked over to the book cage as Faith followed after. “I mean it. You’ve got some quality rage going. Really gives you an edge.”
Buffy smirked despite herself. “Edge girl? It’s nice that you find the positive in everything.” She shook her head as put on her jacket. “I just don’t think I’m there yet.”
“Well, screw him. Just didn’t know how to deal with what he had so he booked- his loss.” Faith wiped her face with a towel. “You move on, party heavily, and find someone else. You’re still going to that Homecoming thing, right?”
“Sure I am, but I’ll bet Scott’s got a date all lined up already. And I’ll be standing there dateless- I’ll be lacking a date.” Buffy shook her head in disbelief.
“So we’ll go together, find a couple of studs, use ‘em and then discard ‘em. That’s always fun.” Faith nodded knowingly.
Buffy couldn’t resist asking. “Are you speaking from experience?”
Faith grinned and leaned closer. “Well, if you’re in you might get to find out.”
Buffy rolled her eyes a little. “I’ll think about it. In the mean time I’m thinking a girl’s night- just you, me and Willow. Tonight we can rag on how all guys are jerks while eating ice cream. Well, you and me can do the first one and Will can be all sympathetic.”
Faith made a face. “I’m not really a sleepover kind of a girl.”
“Well tough, it’s a friend’s job to comfort the heartbroken and boy-less, who knows maybe you’ll end up having a good time.” Buffy got up and picked up her school bag. “Besides this way you can check out your room before you move in.”
Faith looked like she was going to object then said. “Hey, where you goin’- I get to hit you next, remember?”
“Sorry, school yearbook photo. But first I desperately need to shower. Hey, if Giles shows up maybe you can hit him.”
“Don’t think I won’t.”

*~~*

Buffy sat with Willow at lunch, the redhead staring at her with her by now patented pity stare. “Oh, Buffy. I’m really sorry.”
Buffy picked at her salad with a fork. “Y’know I wouldn’t have even been bothered a week or so ago, but now I’m really ticked off. There are now ticks all over the place. Actually, what does that even mean?”
Willow reached out and touched her arm. “Was the whole Angel situation making it difficult?”
“Not really. Angel and I had the conversation last night. The whole ‘I can help you get better but I’m seeing someone nice now and everything’s different’ conversation.”
Willow nodded solemnly. “That is one of the important ones.”
“I just think Scott thought I wasn’t that into him or something, which maybe was true to begin with but I was really trying there for a while.” Buffy sighed, “Maybe I’m just doomed.”
“Don’t say that, you’re not doomed or anything. You’ll find somebody who...who realises what they have.”
Buffy nodded idly. “Faith said the same thing.”
Out of the corner of her eye she caught Willow’s slightly hurt reaction. “Hey, what was that?”
Willow looked innocent. “What? There was nothing, I’m good.”
“Are you mad at me for, um, talking to Faith about it? Because it was only my burning rage that brought it up with her anyway.”
Willow shrugged and looked a little guilty. “Well, you guys have been spending a lot of time together, doing the bonding thing. A-and I get that, she’s a slayer and she’s all cool and probably worldly when it comes to anything...”
Buffy put a hand on Willow’s. “Will, you’ll always be my best friend. I love you, and the only reason I’ve been hanging out with Faith so much is...I don’t think she has a lot of friends. I mean she left a whole life behind in Boston to come here, I’m just trying to do what I can to make her feel welcome.”
Willow looked at Buffy questioningly. “You’re saying she’s lonely?”
Buffy shrugged. “I know she acts all tough but I think underneath, yeah, she’s a little lonely. I mean I have you guys to help me, keep me on the right side of stable when it comes to the slaying. I think Faith could use a little Scoobie therapy.”
“In that case, I approve and am no longer threatened. “Willow said then smiled. “Don’t tell Xander about the therapy thing though, he’ll probably get the wrong idea, especially after last night.”
Buffy groaned. “I’m not touching anything alcoholic again ‘til college. Was it that bad? It’s all kind of a blur.”
Willow shook her head in mock disappointment. “Let’s put it this way Buffy, Oz almost had an expression, he raised an eyebrow.”
Buffy let out a whine. “Poop. Oh, well, at least I have the dance to look forward to. And we better get together sometime and see that our outfits don’t match or anything.”
Willow sighed. “I don’t even know what I’m wearing yet; I want an outfit that makes Oz have an expression. But a good expression, like a facial thumbs up- or something. Xander and I are going to try on outfits tonight.”
“You can’t!” Buffy blurted, remembering the bad fluke kiss-incident. Willow looked puzzled from her outburst. “Um, you can do it at mine- tonight, while you’re consoling me about the barren wasteland that is my love life. Plus, what does Xander really know about what boys like, anyway? I have a lot more experience at wowing guys. Admittedly not recently, but I used to be quite the boy-magnet at Hemery.”
Willow thought about it. “I guess I could change my plans, Xander will understand. I mean a guy wearing a tux is just a guy wearing a tux, right? Can’t really go wrong with that.”
Buffy smiled with relief. “Exactly, and this’ll be fun, you’ll see. You and Faith can do the bonding thing and, more importantly, tell me how much better off I am being single. That’s the main thing.”
Willow grinned. “Okay, I’ll try and remember.”
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