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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 30th, 2005 04:19 pm (UTC)
I sighed heavily because he was just going to argue with everything I said. Hello! This was meant to be, I could just feel it and maybe I wasn't the resident psychic but some things a girl just knew. Like the fact that Wesley belonged here and I was pretty sure that if he looked into his heart he would agree with me. He belonged in L.A. here with us, the rest of the Sunnydale rejects. This was a second chance for all of us and I just didn't understand why Wes wasn't jumping at the oppurtunity. Okay, so I did understand and it probably had something to do with a psychotic slayer holding a knife to him. That really hadn't been all that long ago and...God, I was sleeping with that psychotic slayer. Something must be wrong with me.

"Why do I want you to stay? Because you're my friend, Wesley." I said sincerely, glancing up and meeting his eyes. "I think we both could use one of those, don't you? Not to mention? Where else are you gonna go? Rogue demon hunter, the biggest nastiest monsters are in L.A. and you could do some real good here. Not to mention you know that I'm right, Bub. I can tell just by looking in your eyes. You can't deny it. Once you just accept it you'll be a lot happier and is it too much to understand that I just want you to stay because I like having you around?" I flashed him a brilliant smile and I dared anyone to argue with that. It always worked like a charm.

"I can't tell you what to do, Wesley. You make your own decision. Maybe you should think about it or something, but I think if you look inside yourself you'll see that I'm right." I said completely seriously, charming smile faded away and everything as Helen came walking back into the room and flashed us both her own charming smile. Only her's wasn't nearly as brilliant and was about five times more fake then mine was. Kind of like other parts of her body.

Oh God. I did not just check out the aging softcore porn star. Maybe I really was gay! No. It was her outfit. Totally her outfit.
Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: Wes phone S1/2_wes_pryce_ on October 2nd, 2005 08:47 pm (UTC)
When I asked her a simple question I certainly didn’t expect a speech. Dear god, I must be rubbing off on her. I doubt that is actually a good thing in this case. My eyebrows rose and quite frankly she didn’t tell me anything new. Though, I had to disagree with the fact that I had nowhere else to go. I had other places to do. I’d probably die a whole lot sooner, I’d be without a doubt be lonely without my friends. Friend, I only have one. I had the smile when she mentioned that as one of the reasons. Actually, it would be the only reason for me to stay. Her friendship means more to me then anything else. Especially after what we went through together, even if she suddenly very friendly with Faith.

Faith. Whom I’ll probably never understand, no matter how hard I try. Faith who tried to kill me. And I didn’t get the idea she wasn’t going to try it again. No matter if she didn’t, I’ve seen the look in her eyes. Makes me shiver every time. But I tried, I tried to give her that second chance Cordelia preached about. Even if Cordy doesn’t seem to think so. There’s nothing more I can do for Faith if she doesn’t let me. I doubt she ever will, but it’s in her hands now.

She flashed me that smile again, which only made my eyebrows rise up higher. Did she really think she could fool me with that one? I’d rather her give me a genuine smile, a real one. The one the lights up her face and makes her look as though there aren’t any monsters in the dark out to rip us all apart. I hated it when people tell me about my destiny, about my fate. It sounded to close to what my father used to tell me. ‘It’s your destiny to become the greatest watcher, boy. Our fate’. God, how I loaded those words.

So I ignored them now as they spilled from her lips. I didn’t want to hear her say the same thing. Instead I focused on the fact that she mentioned out friendship, that she wanted me to stay because I was her friend. And she liked having me around. I can’t remember anyone ever saying that before, it was a bit difficult for me to believe. I was about to ask her if she was certain when the old hag came in again. My eyes darted over to her and her fake even worse fake smile. Sighing, I turned away from the both and walked back into the living room. If there was something I couldn’t stand it was false feelings and emotions.

“Did he make up his mind, dear?” I heard the dragonder ask Cordelia. I paused, wondering what she’d say this time. She had said the choice was mine, but she had also told the woman several times that I was going to take the apartment. I was curious as to what she’d say now. I really disliked the décor though, wrinkling my nose at it. Cordelia was going to have to help me out when it came to that, these dark colors were positively depressing.
visiongirl on October 9th, 2005 05:52 am (UTC)
Before Wes could even answer me Helen came marching back in asking me if Wesley had made up his mind. Why was she asking me? Ugh. Didn't it look like he was right here. I shot Wes a sympathetic glance and hoped that he would get that Helen didn't spend that much time at this complex. Thank God. I couldn't risk checking out the aging softcore porn star everytime she walked by me in the hallway. That was just....Eww.

"I don't know. He's standing right there. Why don't you ask him yourself?" I asked her with an arched eyebrow. She shot me a surprised look and I had no idea why. I mean, it's not like I make all of Wesley's decisions just because I called her and set up this appointment and already paid for first month's rent. Ugh. Can't anybody keep up with the program around here?

"I'll see you in a little while." I said to Wesley turning around and leaving him alone with Helen. Hey, if he couldn't at least be a little reasonable I was going to leave him alone with the realtor from hell. Besides, Dennis was already running me a hot bath and oh God have I missed my apartment.

Walking out of the apartment I smiled a little bit as I walked towards my apartment. Wes was going to take that apartment I knew he was. And for the first time? I felt like I had a real friend in L.A.