High School Highs and Lows

Title: High School Highs and Lows
Pairing: Buffy/Faith
Summary: Faith has a secret that prevents her from being intimate. Will Buffy finally be the girl to get Faith to open up?
Notes: Faith has a certain medical condition below the waist.
Disclaimer: Disclaimer: I don't own Buffy the Vampire Slayer or any of its affiliated sources, characters, or concepts. Don’t own any of this. I don’t profit from the BtVS series. I’m just having fun.

“How was practice, B?” Faith asked, pulling out the high school parking lot.

Buffy rolled her eyes. “Cordelia is being a real pain.”

Faith chuckled. “What else is new?”

The blonde laughed. “She’s not that bad,”

Faith made a face.

“She’s not,” Buffy protested, trying to keep a straight face, but busted out laughing again. “Where were you?” she asked curiously.

“What do you mean?” The brunette asked, briefly looking over at Buffy.

“I thought you liked watching girls shake their pom-poms.” Buffy replied teasingly.

Faith nodded. “I do, but I was hanging out with Willow.”

Buffy eyes widen. “Why?”

“Why would I hang out with her?” Faith asked defensively, she was fiercely protective of her friends.

Buffy shrugged. “I didn’t mean anything by it.” She replied apologetically.

“You did though.” Faith argued.

“It’s just that,” Buffy paused, wanting to choose her words careful, she was learning that Faith could be very touchy. “She doesn’t seem like the type of person you’d hand out with, and I always thought it was interesting--”

“Weird.” Faith grinned, enjoying making Buffy feel uncomfortable.

“Okay, weird,” Buffy relented, continuing. “That you would hang with her and Xander Harris,” she said hesitantly.

“I like them.” Faith replied, adding. “Willow was helping me study for a biology test.”

Buffy nodded. “Oh, I like your car.” She said, hoping to change the topic of conversation.

Faith grinned, her dimples becoming rather prominent, and Buffy tried not to swoon. “Thanks, my dad bought me the body when I was thirteen and it took the two of us three years to get it cherry.” She said proudly.

Buffy looked impressed. “It was just you and your dad?”

Faith nodded. “Yeah, but he did the majority of the under the hood stuff and I concentrated on the body. When I graduate in two years I’m going to join the family business.” She explained.

Buffy smiled, making a mental note that Faith liked talking about cars. It seemed to relax her, and an easy going Faith was a good thing. “I wish my mom would by me a car.” She sighs.

“Why doesn’t she?” Faith asked.

“She thinks I’m not responsible enough for my own, but I’m free to use the “Mom Mobile”.” She replied.

“Is it a minivan?” Faith chuckled.
Buffy nodded. “Afraid so,”

“Ouch, sorry to hear that, B,” Faith said sympathetically.

“Well, you could let me borrow your car.” Buffy pouted playfully.

Faith laughed. “So not going to happen,”

(----)

Faith pulled into the parking lot of Lehane Custom Auto-body. Buffy had driven plenty of times, she thought the cars were nice, but they weren’t her style. She had her heart set on a cute little sports car, but she knew that wasn’t going to happen. Faith pulled into the side of the building, where all of the employees parked. “You want to come inside?” Faith asked, killing the engine.

“Yeah, sure,” Buffy replied casually, getting out, but she was curious to know what Faith’s parents were like, and she wanted to thank them for procreating. She thought Faith was pretty cute, and wanted to see how much she looked like which parent. Buffy walked closely to Faith, and bumped her shoulder against the brunette’s. “I finally get to meet the parents.” She said teasingly.

Faith shrugged. “Well, you had my kid, it only seems fitting that you should meet my parents.” She smiled.

“What makes you think that you didn’t have the baby?” Buffy asked, trying to sound offended.

Faith shook her head, and rolled her eyes, but she had a grin on her face. She opened the doors of the shop, and let Buffy walk inside first. “My parents are harmless, just remember that.” She said warningly, before Buffy would reply she heard a loud scream from the back.
The young man behind the counter smiled at Faith. “You’re mom thinks your dad stole that left over lasagna she had in the fridge for her lunch.” He laughed adding. “They’ve been arguing about it for the last half hour.” He looked over at Buffy, liking what he saw, and stood up. “I’m J.D.” He smiled.

“Buffy,” the blonde replied.

J.D. nodded. “I like it it’s different.”

Buffy smiled. “Thanks,”

Faith looked back and forth between the two of them, not liking what was happening. She didn’t want to care but she did. “Come on me, B.” She said, walking behind the counter and Buffy followed behind her, completely clueless about the fact that Faith was jealous. “He seemed nice.” Buffy remarked, when they were further down along the hallway and out of hearing distance.

“Yeah, real nice,” Faith replied shortly, stepping inside her parent’s office. “We’re here to pick up, Grace.”

“You’re father stole my lasagna.” Gloria said. “Frank you tell her you stole the lasagna.”

Frank laughed. “I didn’t steal anything, Gloria!”

“He’s a liar.” Gloria said, getting a good look at Faith, and Buffy who was somewhat behind her. “Who is this?” she asked, standing up from her desk, and walking over to Faith and Buffy.

“She’s my partner on the baby project.” Faith replied.

“Do you have a name?” Gloria asked the blonde because apparently my daughter lost her manners on the way here.

Faith rolled her eyes. “Mom this is Buffy, and Buffy this is my mom.” She said irritated.

“What about me?” Frank asked.

“That’s the lasagna thief.” Gloria said.

Frank stood up from his chair. “I’ve got a car to work on unless the interrogation isn’t over.” He grinned, his dimples becoming prominent just like Faith’s. The brunette looked a lot like her father in terms of hair and eyes, but she had a lot of her mother’s facial features. Buffy couldn’t help but laugh a bit; it was obvious that Faith’s parents had a loving and playful relationship. She wishes she could say the same about her divorced parents. “It was nice to have met you Buffy.” Frank said, walking out the door. “You too,” Buffy replied.

“How was the baby?” Faith asked.

“It cried a couple of times, but I popped that thing in its mouth and it shut right up. If only I had something like that for you.” Gloria said jokingly, walking over to her desk, and picking up the car seat from the floor.

“Thanks for watching her.” Faith replied, walking over to her mom, and grabbing the handle of car seat.

“What are you doing for dinner Buffy?” Gloria asked.

“Probably eating dinner with her family,” Faith cut in.

“Don’t be rude Faith. I was talking to Buffy. So what are you doing?” Gloria asked.

Buffy couldn’t understand why Faith seemed hesitant to have her over. She could just turn down the offer, but Faith seemingly so opposed to the idea of having her over hurt Buffy. “Nothing,” she replied.

“How would you like to have dinner with us tonight?” Gloria asked.

“Sounds good,” Buffy agreed, much to Faith’s annoyance.