... So Buffy! I wanted to -- there was a thing I wanted to ask you. To talk to you about.
Okay. What's up?
Why don't we sit down. Over here.
He steers her toward the bench by the fountain.
Okay, now you're making me nervous.
There's nothing to be nervous about, silly. Ha.
There's a kid sitting near where Xander parks Buffy. He greets the kid thus:
The kid does, as Xander sits by Buffy.
You know, Buffy, Spring Fling is a time for students to gather and -- oh, God.
(loosens up, and:)
Buffy, I want you to go to the dance with me. You and me. On a date.
A moment, as this sinks in.
Xander, I don't know what to say...
Well, you're not laughing, so that's a good start. Buffy, I like you. A lot. I mean, we're friends, and we've shared experiences, we've fought blood sucking fiends together, and that's a good time, but... I want more than that. I wanna dance with you.
Xander... You're one of my best friends. The best friends I've ever had. You and Willow, I mean, I love you guys so much --
Well, Willow's not looking to date you. Or if she is she's playing it really close to the chest.
I don't want to spoil the friendship we have.
I don't want to spoil it either. But that's not the point, is it? You either feel a thing or you don't.
He waits, knowing the answer already.
(off his reaction)
I'm sorry. I just don't think of you that way.
Well, try. I'll wait.
No. Forget it. I'm not him. I guess a guy's gotta be undead to make time with you.
That's really harsh.
I'm sorry. I don't handle rejection well. Funny, considering how much practice I've had.
I never meant to --
You know what? Let's just not.
He bails, wandering off under the archway. Buffy sits by herself on the bench, bummed.
She's gone. Not a trace. Giles says
the Council guys have cleared out,
I don't understand. How could she
have… how is it possible?
I knew there was something… I
should have picked up on it, I
should have just --
You slept with her.
I slept with you.
She looks at the bed, suddenly doesn't want to be sitting there anymore. Crosses to the window.
Man would I like to get my hands
on her… but not in a sex way…
I don't think she's coming back.
I guess she had her fun.
(looking out the window)
Buffy: I'm cookie dough. I'm not done baking. I'm not finished becoming who ever the hell it is I'm gonna turn out to be. I make it through this, and the next thing, and the next thing, and maybe one day, I turn around and realize I'm ready. I'm cookies. And then, you know, if I want someone to eat m- or enjoy warm, delicious, cookie me, then that's fine. That'll be then. When I'm done.
Angel: Any thoughts on who might enjoy - Do I have to go with the cookie analogy?
Buffy: I'm not really thinking that far ahead. That's kind of the point.
Angel: I'll go start working on the second front. Make sure I don't have to use it.
[starts to leave]
Buffy: Angel. I do. Sometimes, think that far ahead.
Angel: Sometimes is something.
Buffy: Be a long time coming. Years, if ever.
Angel: I ain't gettin' any older.
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