I'm not entirely sure where i'll be taking this story yet, so just bear with me here. It's a work in progress.

For some reason writer's block has really been kicking my ass with it, took at least a week just to put this together, so don't be surprised if I take a good long while to update, or wind up ending it after the next chapter.

Just thought I'd warn you.

"Holy shit!"

"No way, this is so not possible!" Buffy whined, double checking like she didn't believe what was right in front of her face. Willow glanced over at us all confused -- I think she zoned out so she didn't see what we were even doin'.

"What's going on?" She asked, lookin' kinda jealous or something.

I think she's pissed that B has been getting all buddy-buddy with me recently. Hey, I can't help it that I'm more fun to hang out with.

"I'm smarter than B." I gloated, which only earned my a slap to the arm that actually hurt like hell. "Damn, girl, watch the muscles! It hurts like a bitch to pull a punch when you gotta huge ass bruise on your arm..."

"You're not smarter than me!"

"Then explain the papers?" I grinned, holdin' up my stack of acception letters from colleges, which was nearly twice as big as hers. Willow looked at me like I grew two heads.

"You got all of those??"

"I don't like how surprised everyone is by this... I should be insulted, shouldn't I?"

"This is just..." Buffy shook her head and tossed her stack down with a pout that I hate to admit was actually wicked cute. "I always thought I was the smartest."

"Hey..." Willow interjected, with a mock offended look.

"After you, Will."

"That's better."

I started to page through my stack, suddenly feelin' all... proud? I think that's what it is. Damn, I just don't feel it enough nowadays. But I was pulled from it as Buffy let out a little sigh beside me.

"I guess it doesn't matter how many I get anyways. I'll forever be stuck in the never ending demon pulling pit that is Sunnydale."

Fuck I hate it when she gets that look. That 'woe is me, I'm the chosen one, I'll never have a future" look. So of course I tossed the whole gloating attitude straight out the window and focused on doin' something to make it go away.

"On the bright side, i'll probably be stuck here with ya, so it's not like you'll be alone or nothin'."

She looked up at me all surprised - and maybe even a little hopeful?

"Really?"

"Sure, B. Where'd ya think I was gonna go?"

"I... I guess I don't know. I figured maybe you'd just, you know... move on or something when you were done here." Her face scrunched up, like she was confused at what she'd just said or somethin'.

"Well maybe I'm not done here yet." I pulled out the letter from Sunnydale University and set it aside, then crumpled the rest of the letters up into a ball and tossed it into the trash.

"What was that?"

"If you're stuck here, then so am I. We'll both go to Sunny U."

She looked back and forth between me and the trash can, her eyes all wide with surprise.

"You didn't have to do that! You have so many options, I couldn't ask you to just... well, throw it all away."

"Too late." I shrugged, leanin' back in my seat, tryin' to pretend like I didn't really give a shit either way. No way I'm telling her I already made up my mind awhile back to go wherever she went.

Especially now that dead boy is outta the way and she's back on the market, maybe I can start to put the moves on her again. After all, there's no time like college for a girl to experiment, right? Maybe that means she'll get the stick outta her ass to make things easier for me.

She let out this girly little squeal and pulled me into a huge hug, which surprised the hell outta me.

Really, what the fuck? Do I look like somebody that hugs? You're lucky I want in your pants, or you'd probably have a concussion right about now.

"This is going to be so much fun!" She pulled back and looked at me like she got a really good idea. "We can be roomies!"

I shrugged, tryin' to act like the idea didn't thrill me to no end.

I mean talk about winnin' the fucken jackpot!

"Sure, B. If that's what you want."

I could see Willow givin' me the evil eye, and I had to stop myself from stickin' my tongue out at her.

"Y-you know, Buffy, I was thinking... um, of maybe going to Sunnydale University too..."

"What?" Buffy frowned and shook her head, gettin' up to sit down next to her, and I rolled my eyes. "No, I'm not letting all of my friends stay here for my benefit. You need to go to one of those big fancy colleges, to make that big Willow brain even brainier!"

"I concur." They both turned to me with "what the fuck?" looks. I grinned smugly, the pride comin' back. "Hey don't be so surprised. You saw all the letters, I gotta know some smart words." They just shrugged and went back to their conversation, makin' me roll my eyes again.

Anyways after a few minutes of bickering, it was decided that the three of us would all go to Sunny U. Willow tried to talk Buffy into the two of them bein' room mates, but somehow I ended up winnin' out. I did a little victory dance in my head and immediately started goin' through some game plans on how to get Buffy to give me a shot.

She won't know what hit her.

Goddamn, I got less shit here than I thought. A garbage bag fulla clothes, that old clock radio I snagged from a vamp hangout a few months back (what? they aren't usin' it anymore) and a kick ass collection of knives. Don't people usually have more shit than that? Ah well, Buffy has already taken up most of the room with everything she's got, I nearly tripped over some of the shit she had scattered around as I walked into the room.

"Holy shit, B! Didn't ya leave anything at your house?" I laughed, gesturing to the huge stack of boxes up against the wall by her bed, and all the little knick-knacks or whatever you call 'em all over the ground that I had just narrowly avoided stepping on. She scowled over at me from the closet, where she was busy hanging up as much as she could. I wonder if she'll bother to leave any room in there for me?

"For your information, yes, I did leave quite a bit at the house. I only brought what I need."

"You gotta be shittin' me... What could you possibly need that takes up 6 boxes?" I asked, flopping down on the bed that I've decided to claim as my own. She noticed and walked over to frown down at me.

"Hey, why do you get the good bed?"

"'Cause I got to it first."

"That's not fair."

Aw fuck don't give me that pout! You know I always cave to the pout!

"Ya wanna talk about playin' fair as you give me that adorable pout? That's funny."

"Adorable?"

Damn I was hopin' she wasn't gonna catch that. Oh well, at least she doesn't seem offended. Alright, change the subject!

"Tell ya what..." I sat up and walked over to one of the boxes, leaned over it, then placed my right arm out. "Let's arm wrestle for it."

"That's very mature of you."

"Afraid ya can't take me?"

Just as I thought, she walked right over and grabbed my hand with one of her own, leanin' her elbow against the box for leverage.

"That bed is so mine."

"Wouldn't count on that, twinkie." I tightened my grip and flashed her a cocky smile, which just made her narrow her eyes at me. "Start on three. One..."

"Two..."

"Three!!"

Holy fuck I forgot how strong she really is!

I faltered at the start and she almost pinned me, but once I learned the rules of the game I pushed right back. I put my all into it, and I could swear she looked scared for a second there.

Alright, Faith. Time to pull out the big guns -- and test the waters at the same time.

I leaned forward a little more, givin' her a real nice view of my cleavage. It took her a second to notice, but once she did, it got just the reaction I was lookin' for. She froze like a deer caught in the headlights, and released her grip a little. I slammed her fist down and threw my hands up in victory as she tried to shake off what just happened.

"Do you see what you get, B?? Do you see what you get when you mess with the warrior!!!"

"You've been watching too much Scrubs." She grumbled, the pout comin' back into play as I jumped back onto my bed.

"No such thing as too much Scrubs."

She continued to pout at me so I covered my eyes and shook my head at her, not willin' to give in to this one.

"Nuh uh, B. You're not gettin' your way this time."

"But the other bed looks all lumpy..."

"Think of the lumps as little hands gropin' ya as you're tryin' to sleep."

"That doesn't help!!"

I laughed and reached over to plug in the clock radio, tuned it to the station I like, and turned up the volume as the loud rock started to blast outta the speakers. She rolled her eyes and went back to the closet. I kept my eyes open to watch her - I got a nice view of her backside from right here, and I'm not gonna waste it.

"Remind me to get you some headphones next time I go out."

"Don't need 'em."

"I beg to differ."

I made a face and rolled my eyes, and she spun around and pointed at me.

"I saw that!" She turned to the side, revealing a standing mirror right behind her in the closet - which was aimed right at me.

"Why do we even have a standing mirror??"

"How else are we supposed to see what we look like in a new outfit?" She asked, with such seriousness I couldn't help the laugh that came out.

She's so fucken cute - even with that glare she's givin' me.

"We don't need a mirror, B. I'll just look ya over before we go out, make sure you're all presentable."

"I'll stick with the mirror, if you don't mind."

"Well... I'll look ya over anyways." And wink, and flash the dimples... And there's the blush! Success!!

This is gonna be easier than I thought...

Turned out we had nearly every class together - I wonder if Giles knows what I'm up to or something, maybe he set it all up? - so I spent the whole day flirting with Buffy. Nothing too out there, just little things like makin' sure to brush my hand up against hers every so often, flashin' the dimples more than usual, checkin' her out when I knew she was watchin'.

And she noticed, I know she did, 'cause she's been all flustered and shit - I must really be getting under her skin. I think she even tried to avoid me for lunch 'cause as I came into the cafeteria she saw me and it looked like she was gonna make a made dash for the exit until Willow started to call me over. She was all uncomfortable the whole time, so I started to think that maybe I should lay off a little...

But once we got out on patrol that thought went straight to shit. She showed up in this real tight fitting shirt and shorts, which was real unusual - it's the most skin I've ever seen her show for our patrols, and it's not like its super hot out or nothin'. I got no clue what to make of it, and like always, I couldn't keep my thoughts to myself.

"You tryin' to impress me, B?" I asked, not realizing how stupid the question was until she gave me this surprised look.

Nice, Faith. Like you didn't already fuck with the friendship enough already with all the flirtin' - go easy on her!

"Um... No, it's laundry day?" She responded, in a way that didn't even seem to convince her. I tried to shrug it off, but really I was wicked excited at the thought that maybe she did it to impress me.

Is that really possible?

"Rest of your clothes seemed pretty clean to me."

"Yeah? Well.... Duck!"

Before I had the chance to respond a fist came flyin' at my head from outta nowhere, packing a serious punch that managed to actually knock me over on to my ass.

And before I was even able to get back up on my feet, Buffy was beating the livin' shit outta the mother fucker - and she looked damn hot doing it. I had to stay on the ground for a minute to appreciate the sight before me, before coming to my senses and realizing the bastard laid a hand on me.

"It's so on." I grinned, jumping up and rushing into the fight.

The vamp looked back and forth between me and Buffy and kinda looked scared. I think he figured out that we were more than just some defenseless young girls, on account of the way we were totally beatin' his ass in. He didn't stand a chance against the two of us, and was staked within a matter of seconds.

"You okay?" She asked, lookin' all intently at my head. I felt kinda nervous under her stare, it was weird, I'm not used to somebody looking at me like they actually give a shit.

"Sure, B. Five by five. I'm a hot chick with super powers - unstoppable."

"I hate to tell you this, Faith, but there are things that can stop us."

"Not me." I winked, bouncing on past her as I felt more demon warning tinglies coming from the edge of the cemetery. I heard her scoff before followin' me.

"Faith..."

"Yeah, yeah, I know. 'With great power comes great responsibility.' I've read the comics."

"There are comics about slayers?" She asked with such innocence and curiosity that I couldn't help the stupid smile that lit up my face.

She's so fucken cute.

"Spiderman, B. It was in the Spiderman comics."

"Oh." She blushed - yeah, blushed, have I got skills or what? - and gave me this shy little smile.

And that's how the rest of the night went. Flirting, blushing, awkward smiles... Oh and we saw some weird ass demon with blue skin. It made a huge fucken mess all over my leather pants, I spent the whole night tryin' to get the stains out with no luck, which really pissed me off.

I think a part of my frustration was from the double H factor though. I wasn't able to scratch the itch properly, what with sharin' a room with Buffy and all, and it was really fuckin' with me. Seriously, I need to start workin' my magic extra hard 'cause I don't know how long I can take this...