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This story goes between PG to NC-17

Disclaimer: I own none of these characters only borrowed them, Buffy and co. belong to Joss, Mutant Enemy, and all that good stuff. Thanks for creating them for us, please don’t sue. ^-^

Chapter 1: Just Another Day

The music boomed and shook throughout the house as Joyce readjusted her earplugs for the umpteenth time that evening. This was one of those days she wished they had a garage attached to their home. Glancing at the clock on the VCR she realized that soon their practice would be over.

“Ahhhh, it still doesn’t sound right. I can’t hit that one note.” Buffy exclaimed folding her arms over her chest, leering at her brother Angel.

“Buff, don’t worry about it. You sound fine,” Parker tried to reassure her.

“Yeah Buffy, don’t over stress yourself. It isn’t like your singing some love ballad, its rock, its edgy, its hard. You have the perfect voice for it. Am I right?” Angel finished up, glancing over at his best friend.

Spike stood there removing his guitar and placing it into its carrying case, which showed its age. It was held together with duct tape and had old ratty stickers of punk bands of old pealing off of it.

“You sound fine Buffy.” He said in his most reassuring tone.

Buffy looked at the three boys, rolled her eyes and moved her way to the steps to head into the kitchen.
“Fine, I just…not in the mood sounding for like a toad in front of an audience,” she muttered to herself. Without a glance back, she ascended the steps and opened the door, entering the kitchen. Buffy walked over to the fridge and pulled out a diet coke. Turning to the dishwasher she removed a glass and poured her drink into it. Sighing, she sat at the island and took a drink. After placing her glass in the sink she went up to her room. ‘A night of Bronzing is in order,’ she thought reaching inside her closet to remove some clothing.


With a quick knock Angel opened her door “Hey squirt phone for you,” he said with a chuckle. Oh, Buffy hated when he called her that, just because he loomed over her like some Neanderthal didn’t mean he had to rub it in. And damn it… she was a girl she was allowed to be short and frilly.

Throwing a pair of sweaty socks at him she dove on her bed reaching over the nightstand to grab the phone.

“Speak to me…hey Wills…yeah I did we’re done…ok I was going to be there anyways…see ya.”

Jumping up, Buffy headed to the bathroom for a quick shower. She emerged 15 minutes later and returned to her room. She removed her towel and grabbed her black lace bra and panty set pulled them on, then reached for her hip- hugger camouflage pants. She then grabbed her white thermal like undershirt and slipped them on. Looking in the mirror, she decided she needed another shirt, She pulled out her favorite black one with the words “Plunder Bunny” written in pink.

She quickly sat at her vanity, pulled her hair dryer out, plugged it in and dried her hair. Tussling it twice for good measure, she sprayed some fair spray and applied a dab of lip gloss. Rummaging around in her sock drawer, she pulled out a pair of hunter green army socks, pulled them on then grabbed her combat boots and laced them up. She grabbed her mini black back pack to place her basics inside; money, house keys and pepper spray for jerks who couldn’t take ”NO” for an answer, when her hand knocked some papers down from the top shelf of her closet.

Buffy bent over to retrieve them, flipping through them quickly to see what they were when she came across a picture. It was her ex-best friends Cordilia, Anya and Harmony. She balled the picture up in her fists and throws it into the corner of the closet then stormed out.

Buffy walked down the street on the way to the Bronze deep in thought. It had only been a year and this was her senior year in high school, but so many things had changed that quickly. The brief run in with that picture flooded Buffy’s brain with memories. She wasn’t upset with the changes in her life. She was happy, she was no longer conceited and stuck up, and a heartless bitch, and she had a best friend to prove it. She just wished it hadn’t taken her so long to realize how self-absorbed she had become and how many people she had managed to hurt.

She kicked at a rock that was in her way and sighed again as she thought how fast Willow had forgiven her of her past and accepted her as a friend. She knew for a fact that if she ever treated someone like that, she wouldn’t even want to be in the same room with them, let alone friends. Willow was the complete opposite of her. Where Buffy was wild, Willow was calm, where Buffy was loud Willow was quiet. But she guessed that’s what she always admired about Willow, and even though Willow was quiet, she was never afraid to stand up to Cordelia and the rest.

Buffy approached the Bronze to find Willow and Tara waiting for her. Willow was wearing a fuzzy green sweater and a pair of pink jeans. She had her hair pulled back into a ponytail with a funky looking hair clip. Tara was wearing a cute soft pink peasant blouse with bell sleeves and an ankle length loose fitting black skirt with a floral design.

The three greeted each other, paid the cover charge and went inside. They found Oz sitting at their usual table. The trio greeted Oz, and he replied with a nod of the head. Tara said down next to him and he placed his arm over the back of her set, which caused Tara to blush.

“So you ready for Saturday?” Oz asked leaning in to the table a bit to be heard over the music.

“Ready as I’ll ever be,” Buffy replied with a half smile.

“What you have stage fright…that’s hard to believe with you being like Ms. Spring two years in a row…and being whole ‘Ms. Popular’ for like ever…and…Buffy?”

Buffy looked at her friends and shrugged her shoulders. “I just can’t seem to nail this one chord, and its bothering me.” She looked down at the table and began to play with the napkin that was there. “I just want to blow everyone socks off in the good way.”

Oz thought about what she said for a moment “It’s cool. We all feel like that at times, but don’t worry you’ll do fine.”

Buffy agreed and tried to enjoy her time hanging out, but she couldn’t get that nagging feeling out of her head. She knew she sounded good but when Buffy put her mind to something she had to ‘perfect’ it. And she needed to do it with the song she was going to open with Saturday night. After an hour, She decided to head home. She need some sleep and time to rest her voice.

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