The Courtship of Buffy Summers

It’s been one whole month since the graduation at Sunnydale High. One month and Buffy has had enough. She knows that this is hard for Faith, it’s hard for her too, but they need to talk about this. She was accepted at Northwestern for God’s sake, and she needs to know if she turns it down, will Faith pull her weight in making this relationship work? Or will she just want to hang out with her friends and try to be a teenager forever? Well today is the day that Buffy is going to find out for sure.


‘Faith is on her way over here now. I told her we could go to the movies, but one little white lie isn’t going to hurt. And if this talk goes as well as I want it to then maybe we will go see a movie. After hours and hours of mind blowing, toe curling, spine tingling sex of course.’ Buffy jumps up when she hears the door bell ring. Ok, calm down that could be Duncan. Dawn’s been hanging out a lot with him lately. I wonder if they’re in puppy.’ She walks down the stairs and opens the door and sees Faith standing there looking fabulous like always.


“Hey baby,” she says and leans forward and gives Faith a little kiss on the lips. Then she steps back into the house to make room for Faith. “I know I said I wanted to see a movie, but there’s something I need to talk to you about first.” Faith lifts up her sunglasses and rests them on the top of her head. She has a suspicious feeling about all of this and she doesn’t like it.


“Ok,” she says. “Lead the way.” She follows the blonde up the stairs and into her bedroom. Then she gets a little smile on her face. ‘Maybe she wants to try something really kinky but she isn’t sure yet. I’m sure I can talk her into it.’ But as soon as she sees the look on Buffy’s face she knows it isn’t going to be sexy, kinky fornication. ‘Fornication, are you serious?’ “So, B, what’s up?” She watches as the nervous blonde paces a little bit and then stops and takes in a deep breath.


‘I can’t do this. I can’t tell her what I’m about to tell her. She might cry and then I’ll start crying and nothing will get accomplished. Ok, Buffy, don’t be a chicken. You got this far, and you can keep going. Just say what you need to say and listen to what she has to say. And whatever you do don’t get mad. You know how she reacts to anger. It’s like watching someone try to take a slab of meat away from a bulldog. They just gets meaner and meaner until someone gets bit.’ That was a strange comparison. I don’t think you got enough sleep last night.


“I don’t know how to say this, so I’m just going to say it. You know I was accepted to Northwestern, I told you as soon as I found out. And I’ve been doing a lot of thinking these last couple of months, and I think Illinois is where I belong.” The look on Faith’s face is one of shock, betrayal, and finally anger. “Please, don’t look at me like that. I’ve been trying to get you to talk about this since for a long time, so don’t act all blinded sided.” Ok, I don’t really think getting mad at her is going to help the situation.


“Well, what the fuck am I supposed to do? Be happy that you’re moving half way across the God damn country?” Cursing will help just as much as getting angry. ‘Either shut the fuck up or my boot’s going in your ass.’ Shutting up.


“I don’t know Faith. I don’t know what either of us are supposed to do. I love you. I love you so much that it hurts sometimes. And saying this is probably the hardest thing I’ll ever do. But you haven’t said a word about what you want. You keep avoiding the subject and putting it off. Well, there’s only two months left before I have to leave. So if you have something to say then you need to say it before it’s too late.”


“It’s already too fuckin late. You just said you’re leaving, so what the fuck am I supposed to do?” Their voices are rising and the other occupants of the house don’t have to be in the hallway to hear the argument. “Go ahead, tell me. If you’re so God damn sure about every fucking thing then give me a clue!”


“Ask me not to go!” Buffy screams as loud as she can. There’s a long pause after as they just stare at each other. Buffy has tears threatening to spill over, and Faith is completely stunned. “Just ask me not to go, tell me you can’t live without me and I won’t move away. Tell me our relationship has a possibility of going somewhere and I’ll stay, and we can be together.” Faith doesn’t respond right away, and Buffy just gets really pissed off. All of the frustration and tension that’s been building between them has finally reached a breaking point.


“Why don’t you say something?! Why do you always just stand there?! You’re like a child. Can’t you make up your mind on one fucking thing?! Do you want me or not?” She’s so angry that she doesn’t really know what she’s saying anymore. She just needs to get this anger out on the person who she thinks is responsible for putting it there. But she has to admit that it’s not making her feel any better.


“I am not like a fucking child. I can make up my mind about stuff. You’re just pressuring me into making a decision right now, and I need some God damn time to think!” Buffy scoffs at that and puts her hands on her hips.


“You’ve had months to think! I brought this up when we were still juniors! You’re just too immature to come to a decision!”


“I am not immature! If anyone in this room is more immature then the other it’s you not me!”


“You have a comic book collection! You stay up all night playing videos games and watching movies! You throw freshmen kids in trashcans for God sakes!”
“Well so do a lot fucking people! So what the fuck is wrong with it?!”


“Those people grow up to be shitless lay abouts who live in their parents’ basement! When are you going to grow the fuck up and realize there’s more to life then comics and having fun?!”


“When you get off my fucking back! You’re always nagging me to change. Stop drinking, stop goofing around, stop hanging out with the guys so much! Well have you ever stopped to think that maybe this is just who I am? Are you so God damn fucking conceded and self-absorbed that you think just because you say to stop doing something I’m going to stop?! I’m not a fucking dog for you to train!”


“No you’re not. Because at least can make up its damn mind about what it wants to do! Do you want me to stay here or do you want me to leave?! Am I so fucking controlling, and bitchy that you want me to go half way across the country just so you can be free?! Because that isn’t love Faith. And if you don’t love me anymore then let me know so I can get the fuck over you and move on with my life!” There’s a little pause, and for a second Buffy thinks maybe something has finally gotten through Faith’s thick skull.


“Oh and it would just be that easy for you wouldn’t it?! You go off to college and jump on the first beef stick you find, and forget all about me?!”


“No it wouldn’t be that easy for me because I love you dammit! But I’m sure it would be easy for you to move on! You could just go right back to fucking every girl you see!”


“This is exactly why I don’t do relationships! It’s too much fuckin drama!” They just stare at each other for a few seconds before Faith puts her sunglasses down. “Fuck this. I’m outta here.” ‘Oh my God. Is she breaking up with me?’ Buffy thinks. As soon as Faith starts to walk away Buffy starts panicking.


“No, wait Faith don’t go!” she yells as she follows her out the door. “Faith, come back here and we talk about this rationally. Please, Faith, don’t just walk out!” She follows her down the steps and the other girl doesn’t say a word, and doesn’t turn around to look back at the very desperate blonde. “Faith please you can’t just leave like this. We need to talk about it some more. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to call you immature, I was just angry. Please.” Faith opens the front door but she turns around to look at the blonde. But Buffy can’t see her eyes because of the sunglasses.


“You meant every God damn word you said.” Her voice is low and full of venom. It makes Buffy take a step back. “You call me immature, just look at you. Crying and throwing a God damn fit when things don’t go your way. You’re pathetic. Just some little rich girl who has to have her way or she isn’t happy. Well I’m fuckin sick of it.” She turns around without another word and stomps down the walkway. She gets into her truck and slams the door closed. She peels out onto the street, leaving behind black marks from the tires. And as she drives off down Revello drive Buffy’s heart shatters into a million pieces.