Disclaimers: Joss owns
them, not me. I make no claims. Not a single one.
Title: U2 own it, not me.
I like the song. Very tingly.
Dedications: To Sway, in the
heat, in her bikini, getting burnt. Purrr.
Faith's POV
SDTR XXIII - You've Got Stuck In A Moment And You Can't Get Out Of It
'Ok, I can't move. I'm stuffed. Feel!'
She takes my hand and pokes a finger in her
side.
She's crazy.
'You're a pig, B. How'd anyone think so much
could fit into such a short stop?'
'The only reason I'm letting that
go is because you made a salad, with your own hands. Well done. So, what movie
we watching?'
Movie?
Shit; movie!
Nice going, well planned, yeah, good one, Faith!
'Movie? Yeah, sort of forgot all that in the
salad panic. You know how it is.'
'That's ok, we can do, um, something else?'
She looks at me and there's this moment.
You know, a moment.
And I push myself off the sofa, on automatic,
'cause it freaks me out.
Shit, shit, shit!!
Calm down and sit the fuck back.
'Cept now I can't, 'cause it'll look stupid;
me standing, then sitting.
'You want a drink, B?'
You want a drink?
She's fuckin' got one, you spaz!
'No, I'm fine with the one you just got me.
Is everything ok?'
'Yeah, yeah, everything's cool. It's... you
know it's not cool. Everything's not cool. I feel like I'm... Shit. Don't
stress, it doesn't matter. I'm... I need a drink. Be back, 'k?'
Buffy's POV
Before I can even open my mouth, she's walked
into the kitchen.
I can hear her slamming doors in there.
What was that all about?
Maybe she's pissed about the movie thing.
Yeah, she wanted to see a movie, and now we're
not seeing a movie.
That makes no sense, even to me!
I think we need to "talk".
She comes back in, without a drink.
See, no drink, something is up.
'Faith? Hey, look at me. Faith, look at me!'
She won't, she's got her jaw clenched and everything,
then she's up again.
'I can't... I can't do this. I thought I could
but I can't.'
'Can't do what? You don't want to hang out
with me. You have to tell me what's going on in your head, or I'm clueless.'
She's pacing, with her hands in her back pockets,
all tensed up.
She doesn't even want to hang with me?
It had to happen sooner or later.
See, I knew it.
She's still pacing, then she stops and crosses
her arms and she's just staring at the floor.
'Can you go, B? I need to be on my own. 'k?'
That's when, I know It's
all falling apart.