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25 August 2005 @ 04:13 pm
She's got the air to float above it  
I got the job. I got the job! I couldn't believe it! I mean, hello I so could believe it because I am fabulous but I got the job! My mind was somewhere else and they held up those cue cards and I read them and remembered all that crap that Christie was always trying to shove down my throat back when I first moved to L.A. All that stuff about how to make yourself noticed and stand out from all the other actresses that want your job. It was really hard at first because back in Sunnydale? I was the it girl. There weren't a thousand other girls trying to clambor over me in high priced shoes so they could steal the limelight away from me. So I remembered all the things she told me and then I promptly threw them out the window and forgot it all. I didn't think I had the job but at the end of my audition they pulled me aside and told me I could come in tomorrow. I couldn't wait to go home and tell Angel and Faith. And now I was alot more glad that Faith was around because if I started acting professionally I wasn't going to have time to be office assistant gal anymore. Faith and Angel would have to do all that while I was on my way to fame and fortune. It was inevitable. I couldn't wait to go to work the next day.

Side effects may include dry mouth, dizzyness, headache, fatigue, some sexual dysfunction....

Alright, fine. I was the spokesmodel for the newest experimental drug. Whatever! It was a job! I'd get my face out there and before I knew it was I sure I'd be getting parts in series and sitcoms and then movies and I'd have a private jet, and a giant pool, and a twenty million dollar estate in the Hollywood hills. I was getting giddy just thinking about it, and I practically ran home to tell Faith and Angel. Of course, when I actually got there Angel was snoozing away in the bat cave and Faith was no where to be found. Great. Who was I going to share my big news with now? I thought about stopping over at my apartment and sharing my news with Wesley and Dennis. I really needed to go over there soon anyway and talk to Wesley about staying here with us. And by staying here with us I meant evacuating my apartment. I missed my ghost and my...did he have any idea how hard I slaved to get that apartment? Ok, well I didn't really have to slave for it but I lived in a really disgusting apartment for a really long time before Doyle found that apartment for me. And I missed Doyle alot and that apartment felt like...well, maybe it was the only piece I had left of him.

Finally the door opened and I glanced up from my spot at the desk to see Faith saunter in full of her usual cocky swagger. A bright smile lit up my face as I got up from the desk quickly and walked over to her. I was about to tell her my fabulous news when I actually took a good look at her. She was covered in...slime? Eww.

"What happened to you?" I demanded and hey! How had she already managed to ruin the new clothes I'd bought for her.

"Got in a fight." She replied sullenly as usual. I only rolled my eyes. Could she possibly give me any less information? Got into a fight? Well, that was pretty much par for the course with Faith. What kind of fight? Was she hurt? Why did she have that dejected look on her face? My mind raced with the possibilities as she just stared at me like I was the one who just waltzed in with slime covered clothes.

"Are you okay?" I finally asked tentatively, unsure of what might set her off. Not that I was afraid afraid of Faith anymore. More just afraid of pushing her away, because it was really easy to do. She ran from everything. So far I'd managed to keep her from running from me but I wasn't sure how much longer she would let me reel her back in. Faith was unpredictable, but she sort of felt like mine. I mean, as weird as it was-- she was mine.

"Little sticky." She replied brusquely before pushing past me towards the stairs. "I'm gonna shower. I'll tell you about it when I get out." And with that she disappeared around the corner and upstairs. She didn't even ask if I wanted to come with her...into the shower. Because the shower was where things happened and she pretty much wanted to be left alone. I could take a hint. I could! I knew when someone wanted to be left alone. It was just that sometimes I didn't care.

Fifteen minutes later I was sitting on the edge of the tub and demanding to know what had happened to her and why she was scrubbing so much slime off of her body. I had been expecting a lot of things...at least I thought I had been expecting alot of things but saving Wesley from a vision demon? Definitely hadn't been one of them. I couldn't believe that Wesley actually let Faith help him after everything that she'd put us through (and he wasn't nearly as forgiving/understanding as I was). Let probably wasn't the right word. It was hard to let Faith do anything. She pretty much just did what she wanted to do and apparently she wanted to save Wesley. I smiled at that. Because it meant that I was right. That Faith really could be helped, that she really wanted to do good things even when she was acting like a psycho skank.

I didn't want to pry but...yes I did. Prying was my middle name.

"So, did you and Wes....?"

"Kiss and make up?" She snorted at that. "What do you think?"

Right. That answered that question I guess but I still wasn't exactly happy about all the half information Faith was always giving me. Maybe it was because I was bugging her in the shower. I should ask her after the sex. She was always most agreeable and strangely talkative after that. She looked a little too cranky for sex now and I realized suddenly that I hadn't even shared my job news! I wanted to share the happiness with someone and it hit me like a tidal wave that the person I wanted to share it most with was Faith. Faith who was really cranky and scrubbing slime off of her pale curves.

Picking up Faith's soiled clothes from the bathroom floor I made an ick face before tossing them in the garbage can. Those were almost more toxic then the mold I found growing all over Doyle's apartment. I shuffled off downstairs figuring that when Faith was done working out whatever it was she had to work out she'd come downstairs and tell me more. Maybe. Hopefully. In theory.

I spent most of the afternoon and early evening doing paperwork as Faith railed into the punching bag downstairs. Still working out her issues I guess. Angel finally crawled out of his little hole in the world.

"Good morning, Sleepyhead." I greeted him as I put a cup of fresh pig's blood in his hand.

He only gave me a look before nodding and taking the cup from me. Then he promptly shut himself in his office without another word. Okay! That was enough of that! How did I get stuck with the two most stoic stubborn people in the whole world? I hadn't even told anybody about my fabulous new acting job yet! Did I suddenly go invisible girl? Marching straight over to Angel's door I flung it open and he glared up at me in surprise.

"Cordelia...I..."

"What? You what? Good morning, Cordelia. It's nice to see you. How was your day, Cordelia? Have I told you how great your hair looks, Cordelia?" I railed into him, hand on one hip as I gave my patented eyebrow raise.

"Ummm....what?" He shook his head and gave me a confused look. Oh right. His pain was more important than everybody else's so he had to close himself in some tiny little room and blame himself for Doyle and shut the rest of the people who love him out! Well guess what, pal? I have pain too! I have alot of pain but that didn't mean that the world stopped turning. Or that we could just all hide away.

"Ummm...what?" I shot back at him. "I got a new job today. An acting job which I would have told you all about if you'd bothered to ask me about my day. But you don't. You just storm around here and then hide in your office all day so that no one can see how sad you are about Doyle. well, you know what? I'm sad about Doyle too! He died, but I'm still here. Faith is still here. You are still here. Why don't you start acting like it instead of shutting all the people who love you because it makes you feel better. God, you are just as bad as she is. Maybe the two of you can run the business together because I'm going home and I won't stick around to watch the good thing that we started with Doyle go up in flames because you are so damn sad!"

He was speechless and I was...well, not. Instead I turned around and marched out of the hotel, my heels clicking solidly on the lobby floor before the door slammed behind me. I was sick and tired of being the glue that holds everything together around here. I gave them a day before they came looking for me, begging me to come back. I mean, Angel and paper work? That would be funny if I wasn't so pissed off.

I walked all the way back to my apartment which in all actuality wasn't that far. Someone must have been happy to see me too because the door opened right away and I felt something ushering me in.

"It's good to see you too, Dennis." I smiled as a cup of tea suddenly appeared in my hand. "Where's Wesley?" I asked him just as I heard someone moving around in the bathroom. Oh right. Faith wasn't the only one who got slimed.
 
 
 
visiongirl on September 13th, 2005 07:10 pm (UTC)

I smiled when Wesley hit the nail right on the head. Failed Hollywood star? Something like that. Not that I was about to loudly tell Wes that Ms. Prezio tried her hardest to become a movie star and ended up starring in a ton of softcore porn movies. I was just surprised he didn't recognize her. Eww. Besides, wasn't everyone in L.A. a failed movie star? Except me. I had a job now. A job where I could be an actor that was going to pay me. So one day? I wouldn't be failed, and I'd look back on these days and smile about how poor I was helping the hopeless.

Helen dragged Wesley inside the apartment and just like I promised? It looked exactly the same as mine did. I didn't think there was a ghost haunting this apartment but you never could tell. With our lives? There could be a dozen ghosts haunting this apartment. Not that I minded sharing Dennis with Wes for his Monopoly or Scrabble or whatever it was the two of them had been doing. I just needed my own place back before the hotel started to drive me crazy.

And yes, it could drive me crazy even without a scary paranoia demon that made me think everything was after me. Let's never do that again.

"Well, what do you think?" Helen asked Wesley after the two of us had inspected almost every nook and cranny of the apartment.

What does he think? He better like it! I needed him to take this apartment and come and work with us and dammit he needed it too whether or not he wanted to admit to that.