I blame trashy teen novels for this fic…
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Buffy Summers blinked blankly at the house before her. The Kendal home. Mommy dearest just to do it didn’t she? She had to go and marry fucking Patrick Kendal. Buffy was completely convinced her mother had done it just to make her suffer. There was no other possible logical reason. None at all.
“Come on sweetie,” her mother smiled brightly, grabbing Buffy’s hand as they started into the door, “I’m sure Patrick will adore you and Harmony and you will click instantly.”
Buffy suppressed the urge to roll her eyes. Yeah right. Instead she just flashed her mother a fake smile. Not that her she actually noticed it was indeed fake.
And there they stood. Patrick and Harmony Kendal were waiting for them in the large, modernly furnished living room. Buffy quickly wondered how her mother could stand to be in the said room. It had harsh, unwelcoming angles and looked like it hadn't been used even once. The whole house was just a house, not a home.
“Well hello,” Patrick gave her a large smile that looked well practiced. Asshole. Buffy instantly hated him. So much for her giving him a chance, there was no way in hell.
Harmony looked her over with a snooty expression before giving her a sickeningly sweet smile just like her father. Well not exactly, this one was just plain malicious, “Hi Buffy .”
Translation: Die bitch die.
Taking in the other girl’s clearly expensive clothing, Buffy suddenly felt rather self conscious in her form fitted white wife beater with a colorful lace flower down the front that she’d made herself and jeans that had the knees ripped out.
Plastering yet another fake smile on her face Buffy said sweetly, “It’s really nice to meet both of you.” she paused before continuing, “I’m gonna go get myself settled okay?”
Joyce nodded, “Okay honey, I’ll call you when dinner’s ready. We can have out very first family dinner together!”
Yippee fucking doo.
Of course Buffy didn’t actually voice her opinion; she just nodded back and headed upstairs to the bedroom her new “daddy” had so kindly paid two movers to bring in her boxes of stuff in before she arrived so she wouldn’t have lift a finger.
Okay so that wasn’t so bad of him but like that made a difference. She still hated him.
Buffy had to hand it to her mother. She had picked out the perfect room for her. Instead of the large room next to Harmony’s on the second level that was now designated for Dawnie when she arrived, she’d had Buffy moved into the refinished attic with a large bay window looking over the back yard. It was absolutely perfect for her. She looked around the small, cozy room with a queen sized bed on an antique copper bed frame with a matching vanity and something became very clear. She had a whole lot of work to do.
Her room in LA had been covered in posters and pictures and stickers that had seemed to make the room come to life. This was just…bland. Like she’d said, she had a whole lot of work cut out for her.
She turned too look at the wall around the bay window and smiled. It was perfect. She glanced at a box labeled IMPORTANT STUFF before opening it, thankful that someone had cut the tape open beforehand. She pulled out her paints before turning back to the white wall and taking a deep breath. Buffy untied her precious baby blue silk scarf, given to her by her late grandmother, which had been tied around her wrist and pulled her long honey blonde locks back.
Bring it on.
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A meadow. A beautiful colorful meadow just like the one painted on the wall of Le Café de Dollhouse in Paris. Her mother had taken her there when they’d been in Paris. Joyce had wanted her daughter to see all the fine art there. Buffy had never been happier in her life then when she had been wandering around The Louvre as a wide eyed eight year old girl. Her mother had told her you could spend your entire life in that museum and not see everything. Buffy had really wanted to try. She had wanted to see everything, to soak in every drop of the history and culture she could get her eyes on. So now here she was, painting that same meadow on her new bedroom wall.
A slight knock made her jump as the door open and her wicked stepsister sauntered in like she was the queen of the freakin universe. Wicked stepsister indeed.
“Let’s get some things straight right now,” she started, her voice bitchy as could be, trying to warn Buffy to listen and listen good. The bitch had a lot of nerve, “You don’t belong here. I’m not up to sharing my daddy with you so don’t even try to suck up to him. Don’t even dare to try to talk to me at school because I will ignore you. I mean to make your life a living hell while you're here, just a heads up and most importantly, stay away from my Blondie Bear, he’s mine!”
Buffy stared at the ditzy blonde for a moment before speaking, “Are you quite done?”
Harmony huffed and stormed out of the room in return.
Oh living with this girl was just going to be a joy!
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This was beyond odd Buffy decided as everyone sat around the large dinning room table, with plates of spaghetti in front of them. They were all eating in complete silence. Okay well Harmony was twirling noodles around her plate on her fork and pretending to be eating while the three other people at the table ate but that wasn’t the point. This was so not going to work for Buffy. With dad, it had been Chinese takeout while watching whatever show was TV’s big hit at the time. That’s what she was used to, not…this, whatever this was.
“So you found your paints I see,” her mother finally commented, noting Buffy’s paint covered hands,
Buffy smiled brightly, a real smile this time. Any excuse to talk about her art. Both of the Summer’s woman shared a passion for the arts. “Yeah, do you remember that adorable little café, The Dollhouse in Paris? You know, the one with the meadows painted onto the brick walls? Well I was looking at the wall around the window up there and decided to make my very own.”
Joyce smiled, “Of course I remember. We’ll have to go back there one day.” She then spared a glance at a now scowling Harmony and added, “With Harmony with us this time.”
And with that, he mother had re-darned her mood that had been momentarily brightened.
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About five minutes later there was a knock on the door. Buffy had jumped on the chance to get away from the table, “I’ll get it!” There was always a chance that Dawn had showed early and she wasn’t alone anymore.
She practically dashed to the front door, still praying it was Dawn. She opened the door, a smile on her face and stopped frozen when she saw who was standing there.
The most drool worthy hunk of man that Buffy had ever seen stood there dressed in all black. His hair was bleached blonde, razor sharp cheekbones and he had the most beautiful blue eyes, finally a scar on his eyebrow. He screamed bad boy. Buffy had found the inspiration of her next painting.
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Spike Giles stood outside of the Kendal home, slightly nervous. He had to break up with the annoying little chit and fast. He couldn’t stand her bloody whining and that pet name anymore. Fucking Blondie Bear his ass.
A few seconds after he’d rung the doorbell, the door had opened to reveal an angel. She had long golden blonde hair that was pulled back into a blue scarf, wide hazel eyes, bee stung lips and she had a small spot of paint on the tip of her nose.
“Uh hi,” she said after a pause, “I’m Buffy, the newest addition to the Kendal household.”
Then it hit him. Joyce’s daughter which meant that she was Harm’s stepsister.
Maybe he shouldn’t be to quick to rid himself of her quite so soon after all.
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05/18/17 04:16 am
pj! I remember wishing one of your stories would be finished seriously about a decade ago. Amazing. I just tried an old password I used to use and amazingly got in too. Memories!
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03/20/17 01:20 am
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