* * For thoughts.

*****

"Kiss me," she said. And I complied. "Love me," she begged and I complied. Why wouldn't I?

I should have known the kind of problems it would cause, should have foreseen no one would like us together. But she wasn't dorky, in fact she was just fine. Beautiful, young, charming, mystical... The kind of girl any seer would want.

Of course, explaining it to Angel was quite a drag, he kept telling me it wasn't right, that I should think first in her future instead of my selfish desires. *If he only knew it wasn't me who started the whole deal, it had been her!*

When she came to LA, planning to attend UCLA, he offered to pay me so I'd share my apartment with her. I thought, *What the hell! With some luck I won't even have to see her face the whole day.* But she made sure I looked at her, walking around in those shorts and those tops... At first I thought she was just a normal teenager, wanting the world to notice her recently acquired curves and breasts. Kinda been there, done that.

I should have known better, things were never casual when she paddled almost naked around my kitchen, or stepped out from the shower with her dark, wet tresses surrounding her face. So, with the time it dind't really matter that I wasn't gay, and I got all bothered and flustered if she was around. *God, during those days Angel was happy I was finally on time!*

I guess I should have said something, asked for his help, probably sent her to live with Fred. But I kept silence, because with her in my life, my feelings of loneliness had stopped. Of course there's Dennis, but he's a ghost and he can't talk. At least when she asks for the peanut butter, it's coming from someone alive. Pathetic right?

And well, having my guest room already occupied forced Faith to stay at the Hyperion. Otherwise, Angel would have sent her to me. It's funny how he thinks my apartment is a hotel for every female he knows... It could have been worst, he could have asked me to live with Darla!

But I couldn't keep psycho slayer away from me for long, especially since she and my roommie are the best of friends. *Note to self: Never ever walk on Faith tickling someone else, it can lead to overheating.*

Of course I blame Faith, if not for her I would have never seen HER squirming and twisting under another female; and if not for Faith and her childish ways, I would have never noticed her beautiful, toned body. No, not Faith's, hell would freeze over before I oggled that ho!

And then, Buffy Summers happened. Yes, the blonde slayer. She caught us in bed, making out. Don't look at me like that! How were we supposed to know she'll be there, huh? We were always the paranoic pair, locking doors, checking that no one was looking our way; I called her Brat and Beast and some other nasty things so no one would notice it. Jeez, even treathened poor Dennis with an exorcism if he hinted about us. I apologized later, but he said it hurt. Is it possible to hurt a ghost?

Anyway, offtrack. The thing is, we were celebrating her 21st birthday... Now that I think about it, that's why Buffy appeared! Of all the days she could come and check on her, she had to choose today! Oh come on, she had never stopped by before! Not since she dropped her at the Hyperion with us!

Alright, back to the story... I had asked Angel to give me the day off, arguing I had the flu and amazingly he believed me, *I can't understand why people say I can't act.* He let me go early and I went to my apartment to prepare the whole deal. Faith and her arrived by seven, they had gone to a fair or something and Faith was carrying a gigantic pink panther. It cracked me! Really, the sight of Faith holding a montrous pink something is hilarious. So, Faith had to go, slaying you know and we were left alone, finally.

I served her dinner, we chatted about college and things like that, she suggested watching TV and I agreed. Things progressed and before we knew it we were in my bedroom. No, we've never... Serious! Whatever. You want to know or not? Good.

We got carried away and just when clothes started to disappear, Buffy Summers shows up and I was caught with my face between her sister's breasts. *Shit! Did I say that out loud? Oh no, I did!*

Saying Buffy wanted to rip my head off is an understatement. At least she seemed ashamed of kicking my apartment's door down. You know, if not for the fact that Dawn is her sister I'd say she was jealous. *Eww! Sick much? Then again, back in Sunnydale High being gay was considered sick by me. No! Won't go there! Oh God, I'm turning into Faith!*

Oh but she couldn't be alone, she had to bring those losers friends of hers: Xander and Willow. Imagine it, Willow, yes the redhead, was trying unsuccessfully not to blush, and Xander had these glassy eyes. He kept stealing glances at a half-naked, disheveled Dawn. Yes, Xander's the dork!

Can I continue? Ok, so Willow had to do some witchy mojo of hers to prevent Buffy from killing me, and then took her out of our bedroom. *Did I say our? Seems like I slipped...* You know, while we got decent. Then we drove to the Hyperion.

You're right, it was a damn tense moment. Angel was evidently mad at me. He asked me to go to Wesley's office. Wesley wanted to intervene but Angel cut him off. Gunn tried to contain his laughter but he wasn't doing a good job. So I had to explain things over and over to my ex-boss, yes Wes is the boss now, oficially. Meanwhile, everybody outside drilled Dawnie for answers.

When we rejoined them in the hall, Dawn had red puffy eyes and threw me a pleading look. I must confess it hurt me real deep and would probably have kicked slayerish ass, supernatural powers or not. But I didn't want to cause Dawn any more pain.

To make things worst, Willow and Xander, along with their respective honeys, sided with Dawn. There's something weird about it, where had Anya and Tara been when Buffy planned on crafting a hat with my skin, hmmm? Nevermind. So, the "We-support-Dawn's-decision" thing sent Buffy into a spiral of hate completely, absolutely focused on me.

That's when Fred hugged Dawn fiercely and congratuled us. Buffy was bordering murderous by then and it sprang Faith into action, she told Buffy to knock it off. Golden Girl couldn't take it and snapped; obviously it resulted on her getting as much as she gave. See those swollen lips, those aren't from kissing each other fervently. Oh, and see that black cloud over Buffy's head, I caused that.

So, a few blows traded after, both slayers got tired and sat. Then we discussed this thing between the Summers kid and I. Buffy continued being bitchy and no one could stop her. Fred suggested to have Dawn at hers, so Buffy wouldn't be concerned. It seemed perfect for her and now my girlfriend, yes we're dating, is moving to Fred's!

Angel offered to keep an eye of us but I know he said it to calm Buffy down. And still the bitch wasn't satisfied. She said she wanted to make sure I wasn't playing with Dawn, which brought us here... to your bar. Not my idea, it was Faith's.

Everyone's done? Weren't they supposed to last like an hour or so? No? Damn it! Ok, what you've got for me?

Oh come on Lorne! You can't make me sing that! Not 'Just A Girl'. Please, pretty please? It was awful enough last time, now I have to sing in front of...them! Look, there's Faith. You know I'll never hear the end of it, and look, there's Buffy! Aaargh! You're not helping at all!

Yeah, yeah, I'm coming! Jeez!

*So, what the hell? You're Cordelia Chase, you can sing a stupid song! Now look into her eyes, take a deep breath, hold the mic and...*

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