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TITLE: Waiting
AUTHOR: Kate Bolin
EMAIL: dymphna@dymphna.net
SITE: http://www.dymphna.net/fanfic/
SHOW: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
SUMMARY: Dawn counts down and panics properly.
RATING: G
FEEDBACK: Privately, please. It saves annoyance, and you're more likely to get a reply.
ARCHIVE: My site, list sites, otherwise ask.
DISCLAIMER: The characters and universe herein are the property of Joss Whedon, 20th Century Fox, Mutant Enemy, Sandollar, and Kuzui Productions. This piece of fan-written fiction means no infringement.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Happy birthday, PG! You rock!


This is *so* lame. It'd be something one of those kids on "Dawson's Creek" would've done -- staying up until midnight, counting down until the date changes and waiting you're 18.

I mean, there's no difference between today and tomorrow -- it's not like my birthday really changes things -- I don't automatically transform into something new and different and exciting. I'm still going to be *me*...

(Unless, of course, I *do* end up changing on my birthday -- I wonder if there's anythings in the books about that?)

But this is *so* lame. Did I mention that? Staying up late just to make sure it's after midnight and I'm 18.

11:50.

I could've just called today. I could've said "Hey, I'm 18 tomorrow. That means I'm a full legal adult, right? Wanna go out to a movie or something and then maybe something more because I'm legal and it's okay and I've been in love with you since I was 16 and damnit, I'm tired of waiting?"

She could still say no. God, she could still say no. She could say "I'm sorry, Dawnie, but I don't feel the same way about you. You're like my baby sister..."

No. No, damnit, she *will* say yes. And we'll go to the movies and then we'll go back to her place and I'll be a perfect gentleman (gentlewoman? whatever) and kiss her and that's it.

For now.

Really.

*God*, why aren't I 18 yet?

11:58.

It doesn't really make a difference.

So why am I waiting?

I could just pick up the phone *right* now and call her and, okay, it's 11:59, so by the time I dial the numbers, it'll be midnight, right?

This is *so* lame!

Okay, okay, it's 11:59. Phone in hand, number about to be dialed, here I go...

12:00

"Hi, Tara? It's Dawn..."


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