Tap. dududu-Tap. dududu-Tap.

The rubbered edge of the wooden pencil continues its
striking cadence.

Click-clock. Click-clock. On the wall, the red
second-marker makes its rounds.

Black-hair in two pony-tailed braids, with red
puff-balls tied at the end to match the rouge on her
lips. Combat boots in stark contrast to the girly
white tanktop under the poofy white and knotted
workshirt, but complimenting nicely the also-black and
VERY short pleated skirt.

She continues to agitate the pencil with her quick
fingers. Striking at the desk as she sits, getting
more impatient.

"Oh, fuck this shit."

Alarm bell clangs.

She gets up, kicks the chair to the floor, as the
other students in the class look on.

From out of nowhere, the intro music booms.

"Oo yeh yeah yeah yeah yea..."

Faith picks up random Joe (or is it Jonathan?) and
shoves him across the room.

//I think I did it again// -crosswalks aggressively
and suggestively toward the camera- leans in //I made
you believe//

pushes cameraman next to open and sparky electrical
wiring conveniently paced next to a leaky and somewhat
gushing water fountain (we hear :gyea-aaaAARGH!!!)
spots Willow and gives her the *evil* eye. Yeah, you
know which one I'm talking about. Invisible sparks of
mutual hate collide on a wavelength in less than a
nanosec, but obviously Red is cowed, because it's
*evil*eye then: yip! And Willow's off and running the
other way.

// we're more than just friends//

tosses hair// oh baby// grabs random boy's soda (It's
Coke), takes a swill, then crushes it with her palms.

//It might seem like a crush//
from out of nowhere surprises Buffy, grabs her by the
shoulders and pushes her into some seriously icky
Sunnydale High lockers-
//But it doesn't mean // keeps her stuck and leans in
really close for emphasis --ooh, it's another one of
those intense moments--(closeup profiles of both
facing each other)
//that I'm serious//

Buffy pushes back. Wild flurry of punches and kicks.
Dodges and MUCH contact. "OW!"

Faith really belts this out: (kick. grunt.)
//'Cause to lose all my senses ("BITCH")
That is just so typically me!!!!! f#@%!!!!
Oh baby, baby//

CHORUS:
//Oops!...I did it again //(amazing fight scene
ensues)
//I played with your heart, got lost in the game//
(backflips and kicks Buffy in the gut)
Oh baby, baby (OG-Slayer maintains her own with a
drop-kick to Faith's chin) (hmm, Original-with-Giles?)
//Oops!...You think I'm in love// (again with the
flurry of motions no one can track unless you rewind
the VCR)
//That I'm sent from above// --sends Buffy flying--

looks straight into the camera with a sexy
I'm-gonna-kick-your-ass-too expression:

"I'm not that innocent."

Faith sidles up against a confused-looking Angel.
//You see my problem is this// kisses him long and
passionately before slapping him in the face hard
enough to bust a vamp's lip-
//I'm dreaming away//
"yeah, right."<--ad lib. //Wishing that heroes, they
truly exist// Mayor pops out of nowhere --with a
popping sound very much like SuperMario swimming and
bobbing in water--into upfront center of camera and
smiling beatifically before popping out of view when
he makes the pop-noise again, disappearing south of
the frame.

Everything turns white, exepting Faith's face now, and
the frou-frou red pom-poms are gone, she's waving her
raven locks free.

//I cry, watching the days// lyp-synchs looking pissed
as hell, and still damn sexy, but there are NO tears
//Can't you see I'm a fool in so many ways//
serious look. oh, shit it's the pensive. And when
Faith does the pensive, you know she's hurting bad
somewhere even though it doesn't show.
//But to lose all my senses
That is just so typically me//
(flashing montage of Faith and Riley. Faith, of
course, in Buffy-suit)

//Baby, oh//

Repeat CHORUS
(everybody now, cast ensemble, you know you know some
words, but hey-- do we not got any closet pop
takers??)

Buffy, Giles, Willow, Xander--who is curiously naked
while everyone else is clothed--, Oz, Riley, Angel,
Cordy, Wesley, Mayor, Finch: all are belting out the
words-
"Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah"

Everyone does a teenyPop make-like-a-slinky dance
sequence, and side-sidehips,
bust-out-with-the-crotchBam move.
~~~~~~~

Toot!

Gunn: (--standing by what looks like a ship-
AND wearing *cute*sailor suit) All aboard!

Buffy: (has something small wrapped in white)
Faith, before you go, there's something I want you to
have.

Faith:(looks down curiously at her stomach, which is
covered with red goo. finger takes a bit of the sludgy
stuff. licks)
Oh, it's beautiful, but wait a minute, isn't this...?
Strawberry jam!?

Buffy: Yeah. Yup it is.
Faith:
But I thought that the ring got destroyed at the end.

Buffy: Well baby, I went down and got it for you.

Faith:
Oh, you shouldn't have.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Thunk. Thunk. THUNK.

"Yo, Faith." Shakes her cellmate by the shoulders.
Efforts are rewarded when the sleeping girl grabs her
hands with a "huh?"

"OW! Muthefukn shiite-"

"Oh- hey," Faith's eyes adjust to the dark.

"Look, Lola, sorry. I mean, your hide alright?"

The other girl rolls her eyes in the dark and huffs.
Faith knows it'll be a couple of days of bitching
about this one.

"I think my wrists are gonna be purple, and she says
'Oops, sorry."

"Hey-"

"Ravin' like a Kook!"

"Alright, shut up already. I'm goin back to sleep."

"Got me all worried." Faith smiled into the dark.

"Whad'd I say anyways?"

"Hell if I know, nothing that made sense. You sounded
upset, and it sounded all funny."

"Oh."

"What did you dream about?"

"Nothing. Wierd-ass shit."

"You cool?"

"Five by five."

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