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TITLE: Little Fool
AUTHOR: Nico
E-MAIL: stoprobbers@hotmail.com
DISCLAIMER: Ummm yeah, I'm a girl and therefore not Joss so... don't sue?
TIMELINE: PRE-SEASON ONE!!! Yup, y'heard me!!!! Before ANYTHING got fucked
up by ANYTHING (fuck you CURSE!) or ANYONE (*cough*Xander*cough*...
*cough*MartiNoxon*cough*). Think Buffy's calling.
SPOILERS: I think it was in Season 2.. when they explored Angel's past and
you saw him watching Buffy get called. There's a brief refrence to that
but.. yeah, that's it.
SYNOPSIS: Buffy gets Called. I don't know how else to describe it. Read it.
DISTRIBUTION: LoD, my site To Dust (http://decaying.net/buffy ) and if you
want it, just email me and ask.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: The song used is called "You Little Fool" by Elvis Costello,
off his album "Imperial Bedroom". It is honest-to-god one of the best
Pop/Rock songs *ever* written.. unbelievably catchy and earnest and just
fabulous. I recommend you download it or get it in any fashion you possibly
can.
FEEDBACK: I take Feedback out to McDonalds and do dirty things with it in
the parking lot.
RATING: PG
Little Fool
Pink sneakers. God help him, she was wearing pink sneakers. Pink sneakers
and flower print leggings and she was combing her hair with a pink brush
that she had pulled from a pink teddy-bear backpack. The pink bristles
dragged through bleached blonde hair that hung practically to her waist in a
long straight line. A large pink bubble expanded from bubblegum-pink lips as
she bopped her head to an unheard beat. Her eyes were frosted with pink
eyeshadow. Her pale pink shirt was sprinkled with glitter. But he couldn't
seem to tear her eyes away from those damned pink sneakers.
She couldn't be more than 15, maybe even younger than that. Her face was
still round with the pudge of youth, her frame wiry and thin like every high
school freshman he had seen in his centuries of life. Her skin was
California tan, and her eyes were clear green. He would bet a lot of money
that she smelled like a mix of bubblegum, erasers, and sea-breeze. And maybe
even some hibiscus flower thrown in there.
She put the brush away and pulled out a compact, dantily powdering her nose.
She snuck a glance to either side and then continued to apply a frosted pink
lipstick to her lips. She smacked the dainty flesh together once, pouted at
the mirror, smiled, and put it away again. God, those pink sneakers.
Daddy's best girl in the world is not supposed to have a boyfriend
But she's never wanted at home
Other girls are allowed to wear their make-up
She sneaks out her lipstick, powder, and comb
He watched as she pulled out a notebook and began to doodle absently, her
eyes straying to either side of her almost constantly, as if she was looking
for something. He followed her movements closely, his gaze following hers as
it locked on a dark-haired young man, only a year older than herself it
looked like, who was talking animatedly with two other blonde girls. The
group was walking towards the goddess on the steps, the two other girls
leaning forward as provacatively as their young minds could imagine. The boy
smiled charmingly at both of them, then turned his eyes to the stairs. His
smile grew a little bit, and his eyes lost their boredom, but also a little
of their shine, as he quickly ran up to her. He threw his arms around her,
placing a loud kiss on her cheek, and she giggled coquettishly. Inside the
car, he couldn't repress his shiver of jealously.
He watched with something akin to rage as the boy fawned over her, his
goddess, while furtivley stealing glances at the other two blondes who
watched the couple with open envy. The boy kissed and cuddled the girl on
the steps with obvious pride, telling her how much he had missed her, how
much he had loved talking to her the night before, how pretty she looked
that day. He pulled her up, inviting her to come with him. In the car, he
could barely contain his rage at the satisfied smile on the boy's face, as
he took in the full envy of the two girls he'd been talking with before.
Alabaster hands gripped a leather steering wheel so hard it began to dent.
How dare he.
She surrounds his name with hearts and flowers
Talks on the telephone for hours and hours
But with the bird in his hand
And two on a string
His words of love hold an imitation ring
You little fool
Their words drifted over the car, and he could hear their conversation
easily as they began to walk.
"I don't know if I should, you know how my Dad..."
"Oh come on, the won't mind."
"But you *know* how my Daddy gets when I'm not home-"
"It's only a couple blocks away! They can't get mad at you for that!"
"Yeah, but he's so protective-"
"Come on, I could *hear* them last night over the phone-"
"It's getting late-"
"You don't really want to go home to that, do you?"
There was long pause when she just stared at the ground, and he held his
breath.
You little fool
I suppose that you're going to stay all night
"Okay."
You little fool
Don't look at me that way, you know it isn't right
You little fool
You little fool
Midnight was his time and he waited outside a dark window for something more
than silence and the occasional crash of a dish against a wall. Angry voices
echoed from the living room, but the room he was so focused on remained dark
and quiet. The voices escalated, the crashes frequented, and suddenly a door
slammed and a car started. His sharp ears could pick up heaving sobs from
somewhere in the house, and then a quiet creak. His eyes flew back to the
window as it slowly opened and a pajama clad figure climbed out on the
overhang of the roof. Her blonde hair glittered from the moonlight, as did
the tears on her cheeks. She let out a soft sniff and wiped the tears from
her face, staring blankly out into the distance. His heart broke a thousand
times over.
They say no news is good new
The little girl wants some information
Mother just gives her some pills to chew
And says, "Go and use your imagination"
It's a sunny day and she's wearing pink again and he knows. The boy is
there, on the steps, in the middle of their flock, arm around her shoulders
and proud smile on her face. There's the shadow of a car from nowhere that
she seems to purposefully ignore, and two pairs of eyes watching her with
equal apprehension. Her face is tight and scared and he thinks maybe she
knows too, but she can't because she wasn't ready. She'll never be ready.
The boy kisses her cheek and she smiles, but it's empty and he knows it. He
asks her what's wrong and she can't explain because she wasn't ready. She'll
never be ready.
Daddy's best girl in the world says, "Look what I've got"
As she sits beside him on the high stool
With his arm around her neck snowball in one hand
And the other full of imitation jewels
The boy frowns and turns to another admirer, but she catches his chin and
kisses his lips and assures him it's okay, she's not mad at him, she just
feels funny. He frowns and kisses her again, but is preoccupied within
seconds as she looks on in dismay. His arm is around her shoulders, but his
eyes are on the well-developed breasts of a junior, someone his own age. She
stares pleadingly down at him and whispers something in his ear, and he
stands quickly. She pulles him back down, apologizes, and kisses his cheek.
In the car, his hands dent the steering wheel again. There is a warning from
the passenger seat.
She fingers a string of pearls
An imitation but he'll never know it
Imitation lashes flutter above
Looking for an imitation of love
You little fool
The crowd clears, he brushes her off an leaves. She's left alone, staring in
the distance, looking for something that cannot be seen because it is in her
blood and Angel wants to howl for the pain she is about to endure. He wants
to scream at the Powers to change it, to fix it, the spare her because she
is light and she is perfect and she is all that he is not and she doesn't
DESERVE the darkness of his kind in her life. Because she wears pink
lipstick and sucks on strawberry blowpops and sneaks out of her house to see
her boyfriend.
You little fool
I suppose that you're going to stay all night
Because she wears pink sneakers.
You little fool
Don't look at me that way, you know it isn't right.
A man blocks his view of her, all tweed and dark colors, and Angel cries as
innocence is killed in one swift blow.
"Buffy Summers?"
"That's.. me. Hey, you're not from Macy's are you, because, honestly, I
really meant to buy that lipstick.."
You little fool
You little fool
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