Written For: Challenge 1: Sociable at tripledrabbles.
Spoilers/Setting: Season One.
Summary: Sometimes Buffy wishes she could find time to have a social life.
Disclaimer: I don’t own BtVS, or the characters. They belong to the wonderful Joss Whedon.
A/N: Triple drabble.
There were times Buffy truly hated her life. She was sixteen, and while all the other kids her age had packed social calendars, dating, going to parties, and hanging out with friends at the mall, she was either knee-deep in school work, training with Giles, or on patrol. Sometimes she just got so tired of being told she had to be responsible.
She got it, she did; being the Slayer and battling vampires and demons was important, but all her responsibilities left her no time for being sociable. No wonder she got treated like an outcast by most of her peers; they saw her as the weird girl, the one to be avoided, while her teachers saw her as a troublemaker. If they only knew how much trouble she was preventing… Not that she could tell them; they were better off not knowing, and they wouldn’t believe her anyway. They’d have her hauled away in a straitjacket.
Honestly, if it weren’t for Willow and Xander seeing past her surface weirdness she’d have no friends or social life at all. She loved her buds, was so grateful for the way they stood with her through everything, no matter how freaked out they got.
There was Angel too, although he wasn’t exactly a friend. More of a tall, dark, brooding presence who showed up to issue dire warnings then vanished into the shadows again. She wished he’d hang around longer… Maybe there was potential there for more than friendship. She could wait while he made up his mind whether he was interested or not. It wasn’t like boys were lining up to date her; most of them gave her a wide berth, and at least she wouldn’t have to lie to him about her extracurricular activities.
Buffy sighed. “I have no life.”