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“I don’t feel any older,” Buffy Summers mumbled to herself as she stared into the full length mirror in her bathroom. Leaning forward, Buffy stared into her own eyes and tried to discern any difference. She seemed the same. She felt the same and even looked the same. She didn’t seem taller or didn’t have any more wisdom than necessary in her eyes. She was just the same old sixteen year old Buffy, except with a different number label. Apparently she was seventeen now. Not sixteen. Licking her lips and sighing, Buffy stepped away from the mirror and looked at her reflection from far away. Nope, still the same. Nothing’s changed. I don’t even feel older. Sticking her tongue out at herself, Buffy turned to the sink and went about her morning ritual, washing her face, moisturizing, brushing her teeth, brushing her hair out and applying a thin layer of makeup. Satisfied, she left to her bedroom. Opening her closet, Buffy stared at her clothes. “What to wear, what to wear,” Buffy whispered to herself, sorting through them slowly, giving each shirt, skirt, pants and outfit an eye full. After fifteen minutes of pulling clothes out, pulling them to her body to mold to her curves, then discarding them and grabbing another, she sighed in frustration. “Why don’t I ever have anything to wear?” “Buffy!” Rolling her eyes, Buffy turned to her door and opened it a crack, ever mindful of the fact that she was only wearing her black underwear. Needn’t remind herself that her underwear was cotton and her bra was a lacy garment that had cost a pretty penny. It wasn’t her fault that she couldn’t afford the other half. Anyway, she always felt sexy knowing that she was wearing it. It made her feel more like the woman that she was slowly becoming. “Yeah?” “School starts in thirty minutes! If you hurry, you can eat breakfast in a decent amount of time!” Joyce Summers shouted from the kitchen as she walked through the hall to the foot of the stairs. “Or I can just drive you.” Buffy didn’t miss the soft end of her mother’s message. Feeling a surge of unnecessary guilt, Buffy sighed and said in a semi-regretful voice, “Mom, Angel’s picking me up!” “I know. It’s just you never have time anymore,” Joyce countered, taking a gentle sip from her coffee as she walked into the living room to locate her discarded briefcase. Buffy heard her fading voice and decided not to answer. So she didn’t have as much time as she originally thought. Too much time in front of the mirror. Staring in her closet once more, she decided on a long jean skirt and a white t-shirt with black sandals. Brushing out her hair once more, she grabbed her backpack and Algebra book from her bed and headed downstairs. Entering the kitchen, she saw her mother sitting at the island, scratching butter on a piece of toast and pouring a glass of juice. “Good morning, honey,” Joyce said, looking up at her daughter and smiling softly. “Happy birthday,” was her sing-song add on. Buffy rolled her eyes in mock before beaming at her. “Thank you.” Snatching the toast off the plate before her mother, she took a bite before adding, “What? No cupcake or anything?” “Ha ha,” Joyce said, handing her daughter the juice as she slipped more bread into the toaster. Buffy gulped the juice down, squinting as she looked outside through the window above the counter. The sky was once more bright blue and the sun was streaming through the glass in a happy manner. She felt her mood escalate another notch. She felt today was going to be good. There was a feeling in her gut. “So, tell me, birthday girl,” Joyce continued, turning around and leaning against the counter, “How does it feel to finally be seventeen?” “Well,” Buffy said, remembering her earlier grousing. “Funny you should ask. I feel older, wiser and much, much more responsible.” Liar. “Really?” Joyce mused, “It’s uncanny.” “Such qualities one looks for in a licensed driver...” Buffy added on, her eyes turning wider as she stared at her mother. Joyce sighed heavily, knowing the day would come when this conversation came up once more. “Buffy, do you really think you’re ready?” she asked softly, her fear and doubt that her child, her seventeen year old daughter, could responsibly drive a car, weighing her words. Buffy sighed in frustration. “Yes! I’ve been ready since forever! C’mon, mom, please...” Buffy clasping her hands together as if asking forgiveness of something horrible she’d done. Her lower lip stuck out. “Pretty please.” Turning back to her toast, Joyce breathed deeply. “I’ll think about it.” “Mom,” Buffy whined, feeling the urge to stomp her foot, something she would have done to win her argument when she was younger. “I’ll think hard about it,” Joyce said, turning back. “Better?” “I’ll guess it’ll do,” Buffy said, her shoulders slumping. Joyce rolled her eyes in amusement at her daughter’s unconscious gesture of defeat. A soft honk sounded from the front of the house. Buffy appeared to brighten almost immediately. “Now you have a good day, young lady. It’s your birthday, of course!” Buffy beamed at her mother. “I will. I’ll talk to you when I get home.” “Okay. And when will that be, do you think?” “I don’t know. I might go to the Bronze later tonight with everyone?” Buffy said, questioning her mother and grinning when she nodded. “Have a good day.” “You, too.”
Buffy grinned at her boyfriend as she slid into the convertible comfortably. Leaning over, she kissed him softly on the mouth, ever mindful of the fact that her mother could be watching. What she really wanted to do was grab him, toss him into the backseat and perhaps do naughtier things... And of course there was her mother watching the entire thing. “Happy birthday, baby,” he said quietly as the sun shone down on them. Buffy grinned. “Thank you,” she replied, kissing him once more, cradling his head in her hands. Angel Roarke smiled against her lips as they kissed. Pulling back, he caught a glimpse of the curtain from the front window moving back into place as Joyce disappeared inside the house once more. Smirking, he looked at his girlfriend with an eyebrow arched. “Mom still spying on us?” he asked, amused. Buffy sighed in frustration and turned her head quickly in hopes of catching her, then rolled her eyes. “Probably. God, she has no trust in me.” Turning back, she smiled and threw her backpack into the backseat next to her boyfriend’s, delighting in the cool air around her as they sped away from the curb. Breathing in deeply, she ran a hand through her hair and turned to look at her boyfriend. “So, does it feel any different being a year older?” Angel asked, looking forward as he slowed to a stop for the red light. Turning back to the blonde in his car, he grinned. He, himself, had just turned eighteen a few months earlier and knew that there really wasn’t any difference. He knew the fact that he was almost two years older than Buffy put a strain on their relationship concerning her mother, who was incredibly overprotective with her daughter. But he knew that he wouldn’t give her up if he could. She was the best thing to happen to him in all his short years. “Nope, same old me,” Buffy quipped, throwing her arm over the door. Allowing her fingers to dance in the oncoming air as they left the intersection, she leaned her head back and closed her eyes. “What’s on the agenda for the day?” “Well, school, for one,” Angel said, giving her a pointed look. Buffy had gotten into a bad habit of ditching her classes whenever she was “tired”. Angel knew it was a load of crap and hated it when she did it. He wasn’t exactly school happy, but he knew that it would play a major part in his future. His father was best example of that not happening. If it wasn’t for his mother, they wouldn’t have been anywhere. Buffy rolled her eyes good heartedly, flashing her boyfriend a grin. “What? Me? Ditching? Please!” Chuckling at her answer, he continued, turning the vehicle he had paid a pretty penny for into the school parking lot. The black Pontiac Belvedere GTX was one thing in Angel’s life that he didn’t plan on giving up in the near future. It was his pride and joy and he loved the looks of envy and veiled disgust he constantly got from people who attended his school. As he parked the car and they both exited, Angel wound his arm around her waist and pushed his nose into her hair, inhaling the scent of her shampoo as he kissed her temple. “I have a little surprise for you, birthday girl.” Angel could literally see the light jumping Buffy’s eyes as she turned to face him, causing them both to stop, other students idly milling around them. “Really?” she asked brightly. “What is it?” Angel laughed out loud before shaking his head. “If I told you what would be the point in calling it a surprise? But I’ll tell you the bare basics. First, we’re going to have a nice, romantic dinner at a nice restaurant.” As Angel spoke those words, he began moving closer to her, making Buffy think of an animal stalking it’s prey. She shivered in delight as he pressed a kiss to her cheek before hugging her closer, continuing his words in her ear.”Then there will be the presents...” “And?” Buffy prompted when he paused before he immediately pulled away. “Angel?” she asked, furrowing her brow before turning around to see the source of his distress was, then rolling her eyes. “Don’t roll your eyes at me, Summers,” Principal Snyder snapped before smiling in that ‘evil, troll way’, as Buffy put it. “Now... what I see here is public displays of affection on my campus.” He didn’t seem to want to elaborate and Buffy smiled sweetly at him. “Yes, Principal Snyder?” she asked. “Keep your hands and lips off each other!” Snyder said loudly, causing people to turn and stare. “Or you both will be in detention.” Then he turned and walked back into the school. Buffy rolled her eyes and sighed heavily. Angel smiled down at her sympathetically, knowing that she would just love to go off on the little man. “You were saying?” Buffy said in her most sugarcoated voice. Angel was about to respond when the loud bell signaling class was beginning suddenly blared from the school. “Later,” Angel said with a promise in his eyes. “Now let me walk you to class.”
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