The sun is low in the sky by the time Buffy reaches the corner just before Cyrus’ house. She presses the button before squatting on the curb to wait. This crosswalk always takes a good ten minutes until it allows you to walk, sometimes even if no cars are coming. Currently the road is barren, save for the few cars parked alongside the curb next to houses you could only tell apart on holidays. The different decorations would give away who is who. Mr. Collins celebrated Kwanzaa, his house is just two down from Cyrus. The house before Mr. Collins belongs to Ms. Nguyen who refuses to celebrate Halloween. Cyrus’ next door neighbors are the Parkers, every Thanksgiving they host a seven foot turkey on their roof. Right now the houses may all look alike, but Buffy can tell them apart from memory.
She watches a few clouds drag across the sky, losing their form the farther they get. Losing pieces of themselves soon enough, until all that remains are thin white streaks across the pale pink and orange canvas above.
Current mood, Buffy thinks.
Another six minutes to go before she would be able to cross, so she decides to spend them on people watching…then shortly after the commitment realizes there are no people around to watch.
Two minutes goes by before headlights can be seen up the road. A song blares out of the speakers of a car rolling up to the stoplight. The beat drums in time with her heartbeat, a few lyrics of the old teen pop R&B hit ring out and a memory fades in.
Friday morning. Sun breaks through the cold sky, barely bringing any warmth with its rays. Marty’s older sister, Kelsey, drives him and Buffy to school. She’s twenty one, already graduated, still living at home but just until her business of puppy costumes takes off. A boy band of the name Varsity Fanclub plays on the radio, a weirdly sappy song about one day meeting “the one.” Buffy and Marty sit in the back seat, lip syncing all the lyrics to each other. Buffy breaks out classic boy band moves which to her surprise, Kelsey, compliments and asks if she watched the music video.
“No, they’re just predictable. Boy bands.” Buffy says before lip syncing the chorus again.
Marty looks longingly at the pale blue sky, a ray of sunshine hitting his face dramatically. He runs his fingers through his hair and furrows his brows, lip syncing the bridge.
They were making fun of the song, really, they didn’t even like that kind of music. But after awhile they dropped lip syncing altogether and began actually singing all the lyrics. They got into it. No more boy band moves, only their real moves. Kelsey slows the car at the red light and steals a glance at the kids in the back seat. The two goofballs who, just seconds ago, were making fun of her favorite music are genuinely enjoying it now.
It ends finally. The next song was the same in pace as the one before it. Kelsey explained some teen pop R&B can be like that. Essentially it has its rhythm and it works. Though the pace was about the same, the message was entirely different. The first song was about finding the one someday, this song is about a relationship tying someone’s hands behind their back with nothing. It’s about a relationship headed for disaster…already in disaster.
Marty and Buffy sing all the lyrics with just as much energy as the happier song before this one. They bust out their best moves, pretending like they’re in a music video, broken up and that the other hurt them deeply. Marty sings at Buffy as she playfully pushes him away. Kelsey joins in and the whole car is filled with voices belting out every lyric, the music vibrates the window Buffy dramatically pushes against as she turns back to Marty.
The song ends and they all erupt into laughter.
“Wow.” Kelsey says as she comes to a stop before the school.
“Take it easy.” Marty leans forward to pat his sister on the shoulder. “You may experience some ringing in your ears when we leave.”
“What?” Buffy asks. She didn’t think the music was that loud.
“It’s a side effect, everyone knows that.” Marty turns back to his sister. “After angels bless you with their singing everything else is grating on the ears.”
Kelsey throws her head back and laughs. “Well, one angel blessed me with her voice. Killer singing, Buffy!”
Buffy smirks as Marty puts his hand to his chest, pretending to be wounded.
“Alright already, go. You two are late.” Kelsey pushes Marty’s hand off her shoulder before pressing a kiss to his cheek. He rolls his eyes and jumps out of the car. Buffy follows, thanking Kelsey for the ride before closing the door behind her.
Andi and Cyrus stand at the entrance to the school, puzzled at what has Marty and Buffy hysterical. They started singing the song to each other again as they walked up to their friends, their delivery of the lyrics as dramatic as ever.
“What’s that you’re singing?” Andi asks, the corner of her mouth quirked up.
“A teen pop R&B about a failed relationship.” Marty says through a grin.
Andi and Cyrus look as baffled as ever.
Buffy disregards them as she and Marty continue singing all the way into the school. She knows the singing will draw attention. It does. But happily singing a break up song is a little more than weird. The funny thing is, she couldn’t seem to care. Neither did Marty. They were in their own little world, free of judgment and rules. Why couldn’t they happily sing a break up song? Who could say it was wrong? No one.
Buffy never imagined singing a break up song would be so much fun.
The song fades away as the car takes off down the road. After a few minutes, it’s safe to walk. But Buffy can’t think of why she needs to talk with Cyrus now when she already knows how she feels…she thinks she knows how she feels. Does she? Could she…? Actually…?
Is it only Marty?
Could she be happy singing a break up song with anyone else? Or was Marty the only person who could make anything gloomy absolutely fun? Or was that his sister? No. No, it was definitely him. He gave her confidence to actually let herself enjoy the music. To sing it through the halls until Principal Metcalf told them to keep it down because of classes in session. To be herself, and the new version of herself she was slowly becoming. She wasn’t as competitive as she used to be, she began to just enjoy whatever sport she was playing because of “the art and technique of it” as Marty put it. Tj wouldn’t let her get in a shot but Marty always would when they played private games. She couldn’t imagine leaning on anyone besides Marty. Maybe that’s why she couldn’t talk about Marty to anyone even if her friends were willing to listen. She always knew how she felt…but the only person she wanted to talk to about Marty was Marty.
“Oh my god,” Buffy blew out a breath. “I like Marty.”
Buffy stood at the bridge. It had been twenty minutes since she sent the text.
Maybe he’s out for a run, she thinks. He just needs to check his phone. He’ll be here any second now…
Ten more minutes goes by.
Any second now…
Ten more minutes.
Buffy huffs, turns around and leans against the railing.
“He’s not coming.” She mumbles to herself.
“Or,” Marty gets Buffy’s attention. He’s walking up to the bridge. Out of breath. “His phone could have been charging.”
Buffy feels herself becoming flustered, butterflies in her stomach. She cracks a smirk. “Yeah, you always do turn off your phone to charge it. Dork.”
“It charges faster.” Marty shrugs.
“Does it?” Buffy quirks an eyebrow.
Marty chuckles to himself, looking around at their surroundings. “Honestly, I don’t even know. It feels like it.”
A beat allows for seriousness to creep into the moment. Buffy inhales sharply, as if she was about to step off a ledge. She didn’t understand how movies and tv shows always made this part romantic and beautiful when in actuality she felt like a lemming.
“What? What do you have to be sorry for?”
“The way I behaved. You may not like me like that, but I should be grateful someone as amazing as you likes me even if only as a friend…” Marty furrows his brows. “Or am I completely wrong about that now?”
“No! Of course I like you.” Buffy holds her breath, stepping toward Marty. “And now? I think I finally know in what way.”
Marty knits his brows. “What do you mean…?”
Buffy looks down at Marty’s hands, hesitating at first, but then taking them both in hers. “Marty, I can have fun with you.”
“Buffy, you don’t have to give me the friend speech again,”
“Please shut up.” Buffy says through a smile that spreads to Marty. “I can be myself with you. You don’t hesitate to tell me when I’m wrong…you’re not scared of me. You make me consider things I never would have even thought of…like happily singing a break up song at the top of my lungs.”
Marty has a familiar flint in his eye, probably remembering that day.
“In school. In front of everyone.” Buffy shakes her head. “You let me be me, but you also make me someone else. In a good way! I’m me, but, I’m also more. With you, I could be more. I want us to be more than friends.”
Marty softens, his fingers laced with hers. “Yeah?”
“You’re sure? Because I don’t want this to be because—”
“No, this isn’t out of pity,”
“No. I just don’t want this to happen if it’s not what you want. I only want you to be happy, Buffy.”
Buffy brings up their hands between them, stepping closer. “It is what I want. I like you Marty. I’m just not big on romance.”
Marty smiles the brightest Buffy’s ever seen him, then drops their hands and steps back.
“But that’s the best part about what we have, Buffy. We don’t have to be sappy like those couples in movies.” He extends a hand out to Buffy. “Join me for a run, partner?”
Buffy smiles. “Better idea.”
She takes off, sprinting.
“I’ll race you to the school!” Buffy calls over her shoulder.
“You never play fair, you had a head start!” Marty starts running after her.
Buffy was right. Marty made her consider things she never would have even thought of. He made her consider not all break up songs are sad.
Cred to my lovely betareader who helped on this: @crispy-spacekid! Thanks again💕
P.S. if this seems a bit different than my last ff, maybe a bit more detailed, it’s because I fell back into the groove of writing again🙂
BTS reaction to their “innocent girlfriend” making a dirty joke
Jungkook: *talking to Jin* “the game was long and hard, hyung”
You: “Just like Jungkook’s dick”
Jungkook: *stares at you*
You: “what? Its true!”
V: *you and V were washing the car and you “accidentally “ sprayed V*
V: “Babe! You got me all wet!”
You: “isn’t that supposed to be the other way around?”
V: *smirks to himself* “well played (y/n)”
Rap Monster: *in an interview* “well the process of becoming an idol is long and tiring, but in the end well worth it”
You: “Just like sex with you”
Interviewer: “Is that true?”
RM: “I don’t like to brag, but…”
Jimin: “You know what they say, once you Jimin, you can’t Jimout”
You: “This is why you use lube”
Jimin: *in head* ‘She did NOt just say that!’
Jin: *the boys had just finished rehearsing and Jin went and got some water*
You: “Drink it all up, like I drink your cum”
Jin: *jaw drops even though there is still water in it*
J-hope: *Hobi was trying to find something to wear * “no this one is too big, its not going to work”
You: “didn’t I say that to you last night?”
Hobi: *looks around and then looks at you unsure* “Babe?”
Suga: *you were ordering sandwiches* “I want a turkey foot long with extra mayo”
You: “I only like those when I’m in the bedroom” *you say then wink at yoongi*
suga: *eyes grow wide as he just looks at you* “who are you and what have you done with my girlfriend?”
Hey everyone! Sorry its been like a million years since I have posted a reaction! I have had extreme writers block :( but I have a few ideas I want to post and hopefully I can make them up today :) I hope you enjoy this little reaction, it was fun trying to come up with those!
You get your first look at this “six foot turkey” as you enter a clearing. He moves like a bird, lightly, bobbing his head. And you keep still because you think that maybe his visual acuity is based on movement like T-Rex - he’ll lose you if you don’t move. But no, not Velociraptor. You stare at him, and he just stares right back. And that’s when the attack comes. Not from the front, but from the side, from the other two raptors you didn’t even know were there. Because Velociraptor’s a pack hunter, you see, he uses coordinated attack patterns and he is out in force today. And he slashes at you with this… A six-inch retractable claw, like a razor, on the the middle toe. He doesn’t bother to bite your jugular like a lion, say… no no. He slashes at you here, or here… Or maybe across the belly, spilling your intestines. The point is, you are alive when they start to eat you.