Kathy's Revenge

Chapter 20
Xanders POV

I find myself coming back into the conscious world; my eye stays closed against the horrible invading sunlight. I turn away from the source of the light and wrap the blanket around my head.

My bladder is about ready to explode but I can’t get up the energy to actually move.

I groan as my senses come to me. My hand finds my head under the covers and I try to push the pounding out of my temples. My ears are being invaded by a high-pitched screeching coming from the direction of the bathroom.

Somehow, and don’t ask me how, Andrew is in the shower singing away and appears to have no form of hangover whatsoever. Asshole! My head is pounding, I thought throwing up the night before would stop me feeling like this. And on top of that my mouth tastes like Ghandi’s sandal, I shouldn’t have drunk that much… celebrations don’t really seem worth it the morning after.

I open my eye slowly, still under the blanket the light makes my head spin faster and beat more heavily. “Fucking sunlight can kiss my ass.”

How long does it take to have a shower!

What the hell happened last night? It was just drink I had right? I didn’t get beat around the head with a baseball bat? I take a deep breath and am rewarded for my effort by my traitorous body, I almost cough up a lung.

Maybe I shouldn’t have accepted Faiths offer of twenty cigarettes throughout the night. God if this is what I’m like after one night I think I might die if I actually did smoke.

I poke my head out of the blanket, my eyes adjusting to the blinding sun. My legs cross of their own accord. “Need to piss.”

I stare at the door to the bathroom willing Andrew to finish his naked musical in the shower. My whole body protests as I swing my legs out of the bed. My feet hit the floor and send a horrible vibration throughout my whole being.

I push myself up to stand and feel my head explode. I need some pain relief. I walk as best I can towards the bathroom, having to lean on the wall more than once to steady myself.

“Andrew!” My voice comes out as a horse croak. “Andrew, hurry up!” I get no response. Kicking the door with my bare feet and shouting once more I finally give up, now not only is my head throbbing but my big toe is too. Yay for Xander.

Fuck it, I’m gonna go see if I can borrow Willows bathroom, her and Faith will have been up for hours by now, stupid slayer metabolism, don’t get hangovers! I hate them all.

I knock on the door, the vibrations going up my arm hurt my head yet again. I never learn. The door swings open and Willow is standing there with her hair all messy and giving off a sort of ‘just screwed’ look.

“What’s up Xander?” She asks looking about as hung over as I feel.

“Need bathroom, Andrew has been in ours for an hour and I need to get this taste out of my mouth.” I say holding up my toothbrush.

She steps back and motions to the bathroom door. I run in and start to brush the taste of stale smoke, stale alcohol and vomit from my mouth. Not to mention I take one mother of a piss.

I stare into the mirror trying to get my hair to stick itself down into a more becoming look, so not happening. Conversations from the night before come flooding back, dancing, singing, laughing… oh my god! Willow and Faith!

I open the bathroom door and stand just outside it.

Willow is standing a few feet away from me rooting through her backpack. I grab her arm and pull her towards me.

“Have you and Faith been bumping uglies?” I say laughing in my head at the prospect.

“Where would you get that idea?” She asks, then giggles and then looks down at her feet.

“Hey Red? Where did you throw my bra last night?” Faith asks from the bed, oh my god, it did happen…

Willow just smiles at me for a second.

“I didn’t have sex with Faith.” Willow states so fast that I can hardly make out what exactly she said.

“Never mind, I found it on the phone.”

Willow just stands smiling at me, I don’t know why I haven’t moved yet. A couple of seconds later Faith joins us congregated around the bathroom door.

Her eyes widen as she sees me.

“Hey! Blackbeard! How long you been standing there?” She asks looking slightly nervous.

“Quite a while.” I answer staring into her eyes, which for some strange and un Faith like reason are not looking back into mine but darting around me.

“Ahh, okay then.” She says after a few seconds. “Well… erm, I’m gonna go get some breakfast. Bye!” She practically pushes me out of the way and gets out of the room as fast as she can, leaving me and Willow alone. Will is still smiling weakly.

Willow walks back into the room and sits on the bed, I’m guessing that I am meant to follow so do and go to sit on the sofa across from her.

“So… how long have you been…?” I ask.

“Just after we left LA,” She answers suddenly finding something on her shoes remarkably interesting.

“Right…” what to say, what to say. “So you and Faith?” This is utterly ridiculous.

“Me and Faith.” This is starting to sound like an awkward moment.

“You’ve been hiding your girlfriends again Will.” I start pointing my finger at her in a mock disappointing way.

“I’ve told you Xander it’s more fun to sneak around.” You can call me Harris. Xander Harris, awkward moment killer. “Besides I’m not sure what’s going on. I mean we have a thing but nothings been said about what that thing actually is. But there is defiantly a thing.”

We have entered babble mode. “Willow.” At least she stopped. “Maybe you should talk to Faith and not me about it.”

I get up to leave and this time she stops me. “Xander how did you guess?”

“Jen came to our room last night said all she could hear was Faith getting laid.”

Her face reddens even more that it already was. “Do you hate me?” She asks bowing her head so her hair falls in her face.

“Oh come on Will, you know I could never hate you.” I answer moving to sit next to her. I brush the hair out of the face, she looks up at me and I just cannot stop what is about to come out of my mouth. “I can’t exactly blame you, she is a good lay.”

Then comes the hitting.