I glared at the offending piece of white paper. So elegant with it's fine script and white lace rimming it's edges. I crossed my arms over my chest, debating whether to call and tell the truth now, later, or my more favorable choice: Never. I bit my lip, wondering how I had gotten myself into this horrible mess. Why'd I do it? I was so stupid to lie. Now they're all going to find out and I'm going to be the laughing stock of the whole family and possibly the whole city, considering that the bride is a total social bird and the groom a successful business man. Everyone is going to be at their wedding. Shit, I was dead. Growling in frustration, I rubbed my hands on my face and snatched the paper off the table. Reading through it, my eyes once again landed on the words: "Mr. And Mrs. Summers request the pleasure of the company of Buffy and Spike at the wedding of their daughter, Dawn Summers to David Pennington . . ." I groaned and plopped into a nearby chair. I soon began banging my head on the wooden table, hoping that I would wake up from this bizarre nightmare. $ * $ * $ * $ * $ About two hours later, this was how Willow found me. "Oh my God! Buffy!" Willow shrieked. She had just returned from shopping and dropping her bags onto the floor, she ran over to me and yanked my head away. "What did you think you were doing? You could've put a dent in the table," She scolded, rubbing a hand against the abused furniture. I rolled my eyes at the concerned red head, nursing the wood, "I'm so glad we have such a great friendship, Willow. You caring more about upholstery, more than your best friend . . ." I mock sniffed, "It really touches me." I put a hand on my heart to emphasize my point. She grinned and hung an arm around my shoulder, "I know. So . . ." Taking a deep breath, she clasped her hands together, "Being such best friends and all, could you maybe help me with my bags? I have some more stashed in the car . . . Ooh! Pretty! What's this?" She asked, taking the paper from my hands. Willow read through it, her eyes getting wider as she reached the end. "You're being invited to your sister's wedding . . ." Willow asked. "Yes." She looked at the paper again, "Correction: You and *Spike* are being invited to your sister's wedding." I nodded weakly, "Uh huh . . ." She shook her head and laughed, "Boy, you're in deep sh-" I put a hand on her mouth. "Shush. I *know* I'm in deep trouble, okay?" My best friend shook her head, "Well, you knew it was going to happen sooner or later when you started this whole fib." I sighed and agreed, "I know." I rubbed my neck, "I just didn't know they wanted to meet my boyfriend so soon." Willow raised her eyebrows, "So soon?" She laughed, "Buffy, you've been dating Spike for a year now. I think 'so soon' is an understatement." I nodded and plopped myself onto the couch while Willow took the arm chair. "So what are you gonna do?" She asked. "I don't know." I moaned and buried my face into a pillow. "How exactly do you bring a made-up boyfriend to a wedding?" |
| Title: Dating for Dummies Chapter: 1 Rated: PG-13 Author: DestinysFate Feedback: Pretty please? *bats eyelashes* Summary: Buffy Summers, who has been dateles for a long time, makes up a boyfriends to keep everyone from feeling sorry for her and from setting her up with Riley. Everything goes well until her "boyfriend" is asked to make an appearance at her sister's wedding. Uh oh! Inspired/Based on Elizabeth Young's Asking for Trouble. ~*~*~*~*~*~ |
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