A Sunnydale HS Brat Pack Saturday!

[Lady6string]

Title: A Sunnydale HS Brat Pack Saturday!

Author: Lady6string

Disclaimer: Joss owns the characters.

Rating: PG-13?

Pairings: W/T, F/B

Spoilers: None. Set somewhere in an 80’s teen movie universe.

Summary: Inspired by “The Breakfast Club”. We’ve got the rich princess, the rebel, the shy girl, and the jock all thrown together in Saturday detention.

Notes: It’s kinda hard to write about people falling hopelessly in like with each other within the span of one Saturday, but there is no way I’m going to write a fic without mushiness and kissing. I guess what I’m trying to say is… I hope this story is believable.

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Part 1



Faith stood up from where she stopped to tuck her pack of smokes into her boot. After flicking the butt of her cigarette onto the pristine lawn of Sunnydale High, she ran her fingers through her long, wavy brown hair, completely oozing the “I’m a bad girl. Please look at my rack, but come near me and you get your face broke” type of vibe. She was busy with looking tough and sexy, and she was distracted with thoughts about who she would be spending Saturday detention with, so of course she failed to notice that she was walking directly into the path of a beat up pick up truck. The driver slammed on his brakes in the nick of time.



“Learn to drive, dick!” Faith yelled as she slammed her fist onto the hood of the pick up, not failing to sound as dangerous as she looked. She could tell the driver was muttering something that he was too scared to mutter to her face, but she decided to let it go… she knew Buffy Summers was going to be in there with her today, and she was eager to be the highlight of her day.



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“Should of ran her over.” Donnie muttered under his breath as the rebel called Faith turned to walk into the High School. He turned to face his passenger.



“Tara, don’t ever make me hafta wake up early on a Saturday morning to take your ass to detention ever again.” He snarled at her, not even wondering what she did to end up there in the first place.



“Donnie, I paid you, so p-please just keep your mouth shut.” She said as her eyes caught sight of a shiny black Jaguar. Her heart sank at the sight of it. Her heart sank even further at the sight of the beautiful red-headed passenger, and a sigh passed her lips at the thought of how much she loved hating to love that girl.



“You know…” Donnie began with his trademark evil sneer, “I think I’m gonna need another fifty dollars next payday… that is if you want to keep this from dad so he doesn’t give you the tearing up you deserve…”



Tara just looked at him trying to hold back the panic in her eyes, since she knew that was what her brother wanted to see. A tearing up from her father was definitely something to panic about.



“Go on, get in there. Be back to make dinner.” He said calmly, knowing that he would probably be fifty dollars richer each week for a long time.



Tara kept her mouth shut, like she always did. She stepped out of the truck and walked towards the building, sneaking glances at the passenger in the Jaguar, and feeling very anxious about spending all day with her.



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The red-head named Willow Rosenberg sat in the passenger seat of her mothers Jaguar, watching as Tara made her way into the school. She knew that Tara was a shy one that never drew attention to herself, and she wondered what in the world the girl could have done to get stuck in detention on a Saturday. Something about the quiet blonde made Willow believe that whatever happened, it most certainly wasn’t her fault.



Willow glanced at her watch, relieved that it was finally time to go inside so she could escape the evil chatter that her mother poured into the cell phone that was permanently attached to her ear.



“I’m going in now… I’ll catch a ride home with Buffy.” She told her mom. Without even pausing for a breath, her mother reached into her purse and produced a wad of cash to give to Willow.



With a sigh, Willow decided to use the smart-ass approach. She realized that it never got her mothers attention before, but she felt she needed a laugh. “Um…. Mom… I’m gonna need more cash cuz I owe my dealer for that big sack of weed I have stashed in your cookie jar.”



Her mother, who was obviously way too busy to hear anything else out of her daughters mouth besides “more cash”, handed her another stack of bills.



“Well, it’s good to know I could get away with it if I did smoke weed,” Willow said under her breath. She placed the large amount of cash down on the seat as she got out of the car, seeing that her mother wasn’t even paying attention. She watched her drive off, wondering if her mother even knew that she didn’t have school on Saturday.



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Buffy Summers sat in the passenger seat of her mother’s Jeep Cherokee, listening to the motherly concern that was being lavished on her.



“Look, I know you’re volleyball team captain and all, and that sort of makes you the big man.. err.. lady on campus,” Mrs. Summers spoke in a gentle tone. “But you don’t need to be getting yourself into trouble by coming to the rescue of everyone who gets picked on in high school.”



“Mom, it’s not like I’ve made a habit if this.” Buffy whined. “I couldn’t just stand there and let that poor girl get pushed around like that! It looked like she was telling herself that she deserved to get picked on.” She thought about the shy blonde girl she had stood up for, and wondered how anyone could think they deserved to be treated horribly, and she felt the guilt trip her mom was laying on her.



“Sweetie, you have a huge, caring heart. You don’t need to be a hero to prove that. Besides, if you go around standing up for people, how will they ever learn to stand up for themselves?” Mrs. Summers told her daughter, hoping the words would sink in.



“Point taken.” Buffy sighed.



Just then they heard screeching tires and the yelling of an angry girl. They turned their heads to see Faith pound on the hood of a truck before turning to walk into the high school.



“Don’t tell me you have to spend all day in there with her.” Mrs. Summers turned to face her daughter with a worried look on her face. “I hope you don’t get mixed up with Faith again. I know you were friends when you were little, but I’ve been hearing some awful things about her lately.”



“Don’t worry mom. I can handle Faith” Buffy said with a face full of resolve while pondering what an interesting day it was going to be.



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Four girls sat in the library of Sunnydale High School in an awkward silence, wondering when Mr. Giles was going to stop reading and acknowledge them. They had all just sat down without a word to one another, and were each currently off in their own little world.



Tara sat directly behind Willow, desperately wishing that she had a view of the red-heads face instead the back of her head, which was still a glorious view in the mind of Tara Maclay. She sat there, awestruck by the irony of it all, wondering if somewhere, somebody drew the names Willow and Tara out of a hat and decided it would be fun to watch the wallflower swoon over someone so completely random, and so out of reach. She never really spoke to Willow. They never officially met, but Tara knew all about her because all her attention was focused on Willow whenever she was in sight. So, what could she do to stop herself from just sitting and staring at the most beautiful red hair she ever laid eyes on? She pulled out a few pieces of paper from her notebook and proceeded to fold them into little objects. First a swan, then a boat, but the activity still didn’t take her mind off the girl sitting in front of her. When she caught sight of Faith’s “I need to humiliate you in public” look, she quickly stuffed her notebook and projects back into her bag, and decided that she should have just settled on tapping her foot nervously instead of busting out with the origami.



Faith gave herself the smirk she felt she deserved for making Blondie uncomfortable. She knew that Tara was probably the last person in school who deserved to be treated the way she treated her, but Faith admired strength. She just couldn’t stand the lack of backbone that Tara suffered from. So, in her own slightly twisted way of thinking, she figured she was doing the girl a favor by bullying her. Pity was what she felt for Tara, and she wanted her to fight back. But that would have to come later, because right now Faith was busy kicking her boots up onto the desk while leaning back, closing her eyes, and effectively looking asleep. But inwardly she was feeling awkward about the volleyball team captain sitting in front of her. She wondered if Buffy had any room left in her brain to even acknowledge that they have a history together, any room left after having to bear the burdens of responsibility that came with her social status. Sure, it was a junior high history, but it’s still a history.



Buffy swore she could feel Faith’s eyes on her, and this made her painfully aware of her every little action. She didn’t know why she was effected this way by the girl behind her. After all, Faith didn’t even deserve a fleeting thought in the mind of Buffy Summers. They might as well be each others arch nemesis, especially since Faith was the reason she was stuck in the library on a Saturday morning. Still, Buffy thought it better to be safe than sorry. She continued acting as though she were being watched, being careful not to do anything that might be considered ungraceful. After a while she decided she had to look back and see if Faith was watching her. She turned the upper half of her body, stuck her arms up and faked an “I’m tired of sitting in this chair” stretch, throwing in a fake yawn to make it look extra graceful. She peeked behind her and saw that Faith was leaned back in her chair, feet on the desk, eyes closed. Buffy turned back around in her seat, shaking her head and inwardly laughing at herself. Feeling slightly foolish and very bored, she grabbed the brush out of her purse, cleaned out all the hair in it, and sat for a minute wondering what to do with the hairball in her hand. She finally just stuffed it in her purse.



Willow sat in her seat quietly, looking deep in thought. She was trying to work out a scheme that was outrageous enough to get a reaction out of her mother, when she heard the sound of papers rustling behind her. She was curious as to what Tara was doing, since she was normally so quiet, and the paper crinkling was not so quiet in the dead silence of the library. When she turned around to look, she never suspected that what she saw would warm her heart the way it did. Willow also never suspected that the words “absolutely adorable” would go parading about her brain, and parade about they did. Tara was in furrowed-brow-concentration mode, complete with the biting of the bottom lip, and the tucking of her hair behind her ear. She was so into her project that she didn’t even notice that the girl she was trying to get out of her mind had turned around to look at her, and Willow was glad for the opportunity to let her gaze linger for awhile. The cuteness of it all was almost convincing her to ask Tara if she could have the paper swan, before she remembered that she was supposed to be sitting in an awkward silence, and that she didn’t even know Tara. Willow’s inner-babble confused her as she watched, but even in all the confusion, the realization of something profound suddenly struck her with a moment of clarity: She had to get to know Tara Maclay.



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[FearBobaFett]

OMG. I can't believe no one has written feedback. This is 1. a great idea 2. based on a great movie and 3. so well done. (I couldn't find a way to put "great" in for a third time).



Anyway. Take some woo and don't forget a healthy portion of hoo -- for this is a fic I'll be coming round to check on often.



Sir A.

[ange04]

i absolutely looooove the breakfast club! so, tara's in ally sheedy's role, that's so awesome! can you have her make "snow" like ally?



keep up the good work!

ange

[Sappho]

This is superbly cute! I've never seen The Breakfast Club, which I know is somewhat crazy because everyone I know has seen it and I've heard references to it every now and then, so guess what? I am so totally gonna rent The Breakfast Club like, tomorrow and finally watch it . Yay! Anyway, awesome fic and please continue with graceful speed

~Sappho

Willow: Yeah, that’s me. Reliable dog geyser person.

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Anya: Give me a beer. Bartender: I.D. Anya: [Looks at him w/ disbelief] Bartender: I.D.

Anya: I’m 1,120 years old!!! Just give me a friggin’ beer! Bartender: I.D. Anya: [Sighs; defeated] Give me a Coke.

[irishlassie101]

Great start, all the important people are there, so this WILL be fun !!!!!!!!!!!!!



Please let us read more !!!



Aishling

[xita]

Ahh I love the breakfast club, but I am getting confused, you must have switched the couples around a little bit , cause if I have my characters right you're hooking up molly ringwald with ally sheedy and emilio estevez with judd nelson. Love the way Willow took to Tara there at the end

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"Freedom is just another word for nothing left to lose."

-Me & Bobby
McGee

[Lady6string]

i LOVE you guys! Thank you so much for the good feedback, and for convincing me to keep going. This is my first stab at writing, so i hope that this story is actually as good as you all are hoping it will be. As Xita pointed out, this fic isn't really going to take the same path that the movie took... i just sort of took the idea and wrote hot lesbians into it. Anyway, thank you all again, and i hope you enjoy! I should have the next part ready either tonight or tomorrow.



~Cyn

[littlecrazy80]

I already love this fic. Please keep the updates coming.



I´ve seen The breakfast Club once a few years ago. And I can still remember it.



*lil´c*

Let´s get happy and let´s be gay. germany´s grand prix song



Check this out

[sizzlersister]

I read this on a list awhile ago and was hoping you'd continue. I'm thrilled to see it here on the board. The Scoobies in a John Hughes movies...what else do ya need?

More please

[nika]

Hey this is really cool! I just looove that movie. This should be fun, please continue soon.

[Lady6string]

Title: A Sunnydale HS Brat Pack Saturday!

Author: Lady6string

Disclaimer: Joss owns the characters.

Rating: PG-13?

Pairings: W/T, F/B

Spoilers: None. Set somewhere in an 80’s teen movie universe.

Summary: Inspired by “The Breakfast Club”. We’ve got the rich princess, the rebel, the shy girl, and the jock all thrown together in Saturday detention.

Notes: This fic doesn’t exactly follow the same path that the movie took, each character has a different story than the characters in the movie, but they are similar anyhow.



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Part 2



So, as the rebel succeeded in her difficult task of falling asleep, and the popular blonde jock stuffed a hairball into her purse, and the quiet and mysterious paper swan maker tapped her foot nervously (but quietly of course), and the inner-babbling rich girl continued inner babbling, Mr. Giles finally broke the silence by clearing his throat, putting his book down, and standing up from his desk.



“I was at a good part,” He stated as he walked around to the front of his desk to sit facing the girls. He sat silently for a dramatic effect before beginning. “So, it’s nice to see that you children love school so much that you were so eager to show your willingness to spend your Saturday here as well.”



Buffy rolled her eyes at the librarian. “Oh come on! You need to quit, Giles. You sound too much like Snyder.”



“Yeah, you sound really funny without your big ol’ British accent.” Willow said. “Very spooky. Don’t do it anymore, really.”



Faith finally pried one eye open and saw Mr. Giles looking very pleased with his funny and witty imitation of the much loathed principal.



“Don’t be frightened Willow, principal Snyder would rather chew off his own bloody arms before stepping foot on school grounds on a Saturday.” He said, once again sounding very British. The girls giggled in proper response to Mr. Giles comical genius. “Now, as you all must know, I dislike him just as much if not more than you all do. It’s far too easy to dislike someone who so clearly suffers from… um…” He paused while he tried to think of something clever and amusing.



“Lack of sex?” Faith asked, easily convinced that her guess was the correct one.



“Ooh!” Buffy piped up. “Not being able to remove his head from his ass?”



“Repressed homosexual tendencies.” Willow stated in a matter-of-fact tone.



Tara’s heart momentarily went a-twitter at Willow’s use of the word “homosexual”, and she wasn’t quite sure that she understood the next sentence that was about to leave her own mouth, but she felt oddly compelled to say it anyhow.



“I think m-maybe someone might have introduced him t-to his insect reflection?” The statement ended up sounding more like a question than an educated theory, and it resulted in confused stares from around the room. Willow of course was too amused to be a part of that confused stare thing, so she laughed out loud at the blondes theory.



“You’re so right!” Willow laughed. “You’d think someone who looks like that would know to stay away from mirrors.” She flashed a winning smile at Tara, the kind that is honest and beautiful, her eyes sparkling with… something neither girl could understand.



Tara tried as hard as she could to feel oddly compelled to say something funny again. She had to keep that smile on Willows face, the smile that seemed to be convincing her that she didn’t need to try so hard. She relaxed and smiled back at Willow, her smile sweet and adorably lop-sided, her eyes shining bright with… something neither girl could understand.



The exchange between the two googily eyed girls did not go unnoticed by Faith, who was always looking for drama to instigate. She decided let it go for now so she could bring it up at the perfect drama instigating moment.



“Well, yes, those are all very good theories that you’ve contributed. In fact I’m quite certain that they’ve all been scientifically proven.” Mr. Giles began. “Anyhow, in light of our extreme dislike of Mr. Snyder… I trust that you girls are capable of taking care of yourselves for a couple of hours? I’ll just be there in the office if there’s a fire, or in case I hear Buffy and Faith fighting of course. Be civil, ladies. And Faith… no destroying my library in the name of self-righteous-teen-angst. Understood?”



“Thank you for the chance to run amuck if I wanted to Mr. G,” Faith said, looking way too comfortable to want to get up to do anything. “But as much as I would love to, I already made plans to sit here and do absolutely nothing all day.”



“Well, Faith, keep up the hard work, and don’t forget to pace yourself. Now, I shall leave you children to fend for yourselves. I’ll be in my office finishing up my… research.” His words trailed off as he picked up his “Harry Potter” book and left.

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Willow chewed a pen cap, Tara tapped her foot, Faith yawned, and Buffy stretched. They were all bored now so Faith decided it was her duty to end the silence by helping the two previously googily eyed girls break the ice.



“So, I guess opposites do attract don’t they?” Faith started. She knew what she had to do, and it was a good deed, but her twisted logic told her that it would work better if she was blatant and cruel about it. “I mean... insect reflection? Hummm. And you both laughed. Who woulda thought that Miss Trailer Park USA here could have anything in common with Princess Red of The Sad Rich People?”



Tara shrunk in her seat, hid behind her hair, and sat very, very still. She really was used to Faith’s treatment by now, but this time she felt her heart implode on itself. Her usual embarrassment factor that resulted from Faith’s taunts was increased ten-fold by the fact that the red-head of her dreams was witness to all this. Willow had just smiled at her for the first time ever today, and Tara was the reason the smile happened!



“Aren’t you here for picking on Tara in the first place?” Buffy spoke up before Willow could react.



“Well what do you know? Captain B. finally found the heart to acknowledge all the little people,” Faith said, clapping her hands once and trying to look excited. “Actually, the reason I’m in here is because you decided to get all butt-hurt about Blondie… so you gonna come to her rescue and shove me again, B?”



Buffy didn’t understand why she felt so much anger towards Faith. She knew what was under that rebellious-troubled-youth exterior. She knew that Faith wasn’t as reckless and unpredictable as she was always trying to seem, but it was almost like she was using the shy blonde as an excuse to fight with her. She did understand one thing though: no one could get under her skin like Faith could.



“Yes. If you don’t shut up I might, just because you are an asshole, but then we’d just end up back here next Saturday and I’m sure I would be much happier spending that day far away from you.” Buffy said, doing her best to make herself truly believe in the words she just spoke. “Just leave her alone.”



Tara could hear no more of this. She’d been utterly humiliated in front of Willow, and she didn’t do a thing about it but sit there and try to look invisible. She appreciated that Buffy spoke up for her, but right now she had to save some face in front of Willow.



“B-Buffy… I can t-take care of myself, okay?” She poured every ounce of what little confidence she had into those words, and the result was fairly convincing, if you hadn’t attended school with her for three years.



Faith put on her wicked smile, and turned to face Tara. “No you can’t.” She said in her bored voice, counting the brief seconds before the red-head was sure to play her part.



“Tara can take care of herself.” Willow said to Faith. She couldn’t comprehend how someone could want to hurt the girl, and she suddenly felt the need to convince Tara that she was not helpless. “She’s fine, and you might as well quit trying to hurt her because she knows that your words hold no value, Faith. Whatever you say to her has no meaning behind it other than communicating your desperate and childish need for attention, which clearly screams insecurity… and I think Tara is tired of feeling sorry for you, so I’m guessing she’s probably not going to be giving you the reaction you’re hoping to get out of her from now on.” She paused for a breath while turning to look at the blonde behind her, and was suddenly struck by an attack of nerves. “Um… right, Tara?”



The shy girl Willow was looking at could only nod dumbly at her. Tara sat wondering how she ended up in whatever alternate universe she seemed to be stuck in (since she clearly was no longer in Kansas anymore), before she easily came to the conclusion that it didn’t matter. Wherever she was, she wanted to stay there because Willow’s words did make her feel safe, like Faith couldn’t hurt her. How does she do that? Tara wondered before she finally managed a barely audible “Y-yeah…” For the second time that day, the two girls shared a moment of meaningful smiling, before Willow turned back around in her seat.



Buffy was fully anticipating an all out girly-brawl between her best friend, and a certain brunette who happened to be a skeleton in her closet. “Faith, try not to get all baby-fied and defensive in your special way, or else you’ll just be proving Willow right.” She reminded herself that Faith was a big girl and that she knew how to be above words.



“Oh, I know,” Faith said, “and I’m using all my strength to hold myself back from having a violent outburst, okay, B? No worries.”



After she finished convincing Buffy that her friend was safe, Faith leaned back in her seat and glared at Willow with mixed emotions. She hadn’t expected the red-head to come to Tara’s defense with that much… whatever it was. She briefly thought about how the obviously lovesick Tara must feel after Willow practically rode in on her white horse with her shining armor to come to the rescue, but quickly scratched that thought after almost gagging. She leaned forward again to say something to Willow.



“Wow, Red. Looks like you might be able to help our little Tare here grow some balls.”



She drew disapproving scowls from Willow and Buffy as she kicked back in her chair to make herself all comfy for the next item on her agenda: whining for a cigarette.



Tara was in a special place at that moment. In it, Faith’s colorful talk of “little Tare growing balls” was about as hurtful as butterfly kisses. What could possibly hurt her when she had shared two warm fuzzy smiles with Willow in one day? By the time she got her blonde head out of the clouds and finally registered what Faith had just said to Willow, it was too late. Faith was busy trying to get Buffy to go sneak a cigarette with her, and she didn’t notice the hateful glare that Tara was throwing her way. It was short lived of course. Tara faltered after realizing that this was the first time she had ever looked at Faith like that, and she was suddenly glad that she wasn’t noticed. She couldn’t help but feel that her sudden urge to attack her tormenter with an evil look was the first step in some crazy, teenaged reinventing process that seemed to be associated with Willow.



TBC...





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Tara waves her hand through the air. “I really don’t want to do this. The last time we had this argument, I ended up crazy. And don’t think I don’t remember all those things you made me do while I was like that.”



Willow lowers her head. “Oh, you remember that, huh?”



“I mean, the French maid thing was one thing -- with the spanking and the tickling -- but making me iron your homework and polish all your math awards?”



-Bobby: A Spoof

by Snippygal

[Tempest Duer]

Hey, this is shaping up to be pretty funny. I'm looking forward to the next chapter.

Choosing not to decide is still a choice.

[bluewillowwitch]

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I love the start of this fic! and are so cute. I love the way that stood Buffy and Faith look like they can't make up their minds of weather to kill each other or kiss each other. I can't wait to more. Update soon, please?







bluewillowwitch

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"Fate keeps on happening."--Anita Loos

[VicariousSmoochies]

Yup, count me in! I'm in with the 'woo' and the 'hoo' here on this story! What a great idea and nice use of characterization to round out the Scoobies. Hey, just thought of something...who would have been the geek/nerd one? Xander, maybe?



Looking forward to reading more!

[Sappho]

Wonderful update! I can't wait to read more.

~Sappho

Willow: Yeah, that’s me. Reliable dog geyser person.

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Anya: Give me a beer. Bartender: I.D. Anya: [Looks at him w/ disbelief] Bartender: I.D.

Anya: I’m 1,120 years old!!! Just give me a friggin’ beer! Bartender: I.D. Anya: [Sighs; defeated] Give me a Coke.

[JennY]

I love this concept and I love this fic!! Please keep the updates coming! I must say that a Breakfast Club inspired story is the Will/Tara fic of my dreams.

[the vamp nurd]

Ah the 80's I was only 'round for 8 years.



Anyway



Interesting

Sorry I missed church, I was busy becoming a lesbian and worshiping Satan



Open up Pandora's kiss.



Bardlet no #27

[AmberAlysonlover]

I saw this film a while back and I liked it. It's cool that ur doing a Willow/Tara verson I cant wait to see what happens next

[littlecrazy80]

Great update!

The smiling was really sweet.



*lil´c*

Let´s get happy and let´s be gay. germany´s grand prix song



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[Lady6string]

You all are way too kind... thank you again for the feedback. Everyone here seems to love the movie, so i hope you guys still like this story even though it's not exactly the John Hughes version. I couldn't write Tara as being a total basketcase though, but i loved Ally Sheedys charachter and i thought she fit better in that role than in the nerdy geeky role. Four charachters was a stretch for me, since i'm not much of a writer. Five charachters would have been too intimidating, so left out the nerd role. Xander would have been a good choice for that one... he's a dork, but he's still too dumb to be a nerd. Do you guys think i did okay with matching the scoobie to their role?



Anyhow... thank you all again! I hope you enjoy. Next part will be up soonish.



~Cyn

[foreverpiper]

Hey! I just had to drop in and say how much i'm enjoying this!! Alas, i have not seen the movie...but now i really want to! if its anything like the story! :P Is it soonish yet?

Galahad: What a strange person. French Dude: I don't want to talk to you no more, you empty headed animal food trough wiper. I fart in your general direction. Your mother was a hamster and your father smelled of elderberries. Galahad: Is there someone else up their we could talk to? French Dude: No, now go away or I shall taunt you a second time. - Monty Python

[Lady6string]

Title: A Sunnydale HS Brat Pack Saturday!

Author: Lady6string

Disclaimer: Joss owns the characters.

Rating: PG-13?

Pairings: W/T, F/B

Spoilers: None. Set somewhere in an 80’s teen movie universe.

Summary: Inspired by “The Breakfast Club”. We’ve got the rich princess, the rebel, the shy girl, and the jock all thrown together in Saturday detention.



Thoughts are in italics





Part 3





Faith was now faking a severe, overly-dramatic nicotine fit in order to talk with Buffy in private. She wasn’t quite sure what she wanted to say to her, but she knew that whatever ended up being said, it was sure to be interesting. She also wanted to give Willow and Tara the chance to have their own interesting exchange of words, even if that exchange was all shit-talk about Faith.



“I’m not gonna offer you a cigarette, all right B? Calm down. Giles won’t even care so don’t act like you’re too good to talk to me.”



She had just about had her fill of the self-righteous Captain Summers, and she was exercising great self control in order to keep herself from embarrassing the girl. Well maybe it’s time we open up your closet a little… she thought before using her next plan of action.



“Hey Buffy,” She began, using her whole first name because everyone knows when Faith uses your whole first name, she means business and you should most likely be scared. “you remember how much you used to love that one song by The Cure when you were in seventh grade?”



Dammit! She brought out the big guns! Buffy almost snapped her neck with the speed in which she turned to give Faith a horrified expression. She didn’t want anyone to know what role that particular song played in her past… her and Faith’s past. She took the low blow like a man, and decided she lost this round as a result of dirty fighting.



Willow was taking all this in, looking mostly annoyed, but slightly befuddled. She loved her friend dearly, but she was desperately wishing the girl would leave with Faith already. Was it too big a favor to ask her friend to go and smoke a few packs of cigarettes with someone she hates so she could have lots of time to get to know Tara? She grinned as Buffy finally got up and left with her nemesis, and made a mental note to ask about The Cure song later.



Tara suddenly realized that she was all alone with her. A million fleeting thoughts were racing through her head as she was trying to find a combination of words suitable enough to start a conversation with Willow Rosenberg. Tara felt like she had so much to tell her, so many things to communicate, but she couldn’t find words. Talk to me Willow, just say something… anything at all…



“Tara?”



How’d she know that’s exactly what I wanted to hear? Tara took a moment to marvel at what Willow’s mouth did to the sound of her name. She looked at the red hair in front of her. Willow hadn’t turned around in her seat yet.



Tara managed a faint “Yeah?”



“Are you busy right now?” Willow asked, still facing forward.



“No, I’m n-not busy.”



Willow got up from her seat, picked up her chair, and sat down in it directly across the table from Tara. She looked the blonde directly in the eyes with a face full of resolve, and her eyes full of honesty.



“Faith is lower than the ground you walk on, Tara.” Willow said, leaning forward and resting her elbows on the table.



Seeing Willow sitting there, right in front of her, all up close and personal, was causing Tara’s heart to pound fiercely, sending a warmth throughout her body and making her tummy all fluttery. “You m-mentioned something kinda close to that… I think… before.”



“But… you know that it’s true, right?” Willow continued.



Tara wasn’t quite sure how to respond, so she let her gaze fall to the table between them. After a moment of being thoughtful, she looked back up at Willow, completely catching the red-head off guard with the sweetest ever half-sided smile.



“Well, the thought of Faith isn’t horrifying me… at this particular moment…” Her sentence trailed off.



Willow was too cuted-out by Tara’s smile to read into her statement, even though it was cut short by an embarrassed ducking of the head.



“That’s good, cuz I just happen to know that I’m right about this.”



Tara was awestruck at the way she was being treated by the rich, popular girl that was currently sitting in front of her. People with that kind of social status had always picked on her, and she was ashamed to admit that she assumed Willow would be like the others. “Well, thanks… for c-coming to my rescue like that.” She said.



“Oh, I don’t know if you’d call that a rescue. I guess Faith is evil and all, but the whole ‘I’m a rebellious teen, be threatened by me’ act… well that’s not even like a real threat.” Willow said, with a soft smile. “I was just being honest.”



Tara’s shyness walls were crumbling under the weight of Willow’s smile, and out of sheer curiosity, she decided to look her gift horse in the mouth.



“Why did you stick up for me?” Tara began. “I mean, I understand that Buffy just wants a reason to fight with Faith, but why you?”



Willow was suddenly nervous that she had overstepped some kind of boundary, but she relaxed when she saw that Tara wasn’t at all freaked out, just genuinely curious. “Well, that’s easy. It’s because I want that paper swan I saw you make.” Willow grinned.



Tara laughed out loud and Willow decided instantly that she enjoyed the sound. “I can make you a better one if you w-want.” She said.



“No, no, I want that one.” Willow pointed down to the little swan poking it’s little paper head out of Tara’s bag. Tara handed it over and Willow gently cupped it in her hands.



“Maybe you can make her a little family, with a true love swan, and little baby swans.” The red-head rambled on, sounding very much like an overly excited school girl .



“You got it. Swan family coming right up.” Tara smiled at the school-girl-enthusiasm as she pulled out some paper to get started.



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Faith exhaled a large cloud of smoke as they sat against the wall underneath the library window that they had snuck out of. After a few minutes of watching Faith give herself cancer, Buffy began to wonder what in the frilly heck she was doing out there.



“So, why’d you bring out the big guns to get me to sneak out here with you?”



“Um, to threaten you with embarrassment, I think. Come on, B, you know I like seeing you squirm,” Faith gave one of her wicked grins, making Buffy definitely feel something akin to a squirm. “Maybe I just wanted to talk to you.” Yep. That’s definitely squirming I feel…



Buffy decided that she was no where near ready to talk about… whatever it was that was making her nervous, so she stayed quiet until Faith spoke again.



“So why’d you try to box with me, Buff?” Faith asked.



The normally aloof expression on Buffy’s face was now replaced with guilt as she prepared to swallow her pride by apologizing to Faith.



“Because you deserved it, although I didn’t mean to push you so hard. I guess I just felt sorry for Tara cause she’s got it really rough at home. They live across the street from my aunts house, so I’ve seen it. Her dad…” Buffy wasn’t sure that it was her place to be telling Tara’s business.



“Please don’t tell me what I think you’re telling me.” Faith said, suddenly feeling like she belonged in the bottom of a porta-potty. She understood right then why she tried to get Tara to fight back all the time. Faith would have to get through to Tara another way, and she vowed to do it.



“Tell you what. I’ll lay off Blondie if you admit that you overreacted.”



“Just a little..” Buffy held up her thumb and forefinger to emphasize just how little.



Faith raised her eyebrows in surprise. “Wow, Buff. I was expecting something more along the lines of ‘You’re lucky Snyder was there to stop me or else’. Was that an apology?”



Buffy smiled as she let her guard down. “Only if you don’t gloat about it,” she said.



“I’ll only gloat when you’re not around to see it.” Faith agreed.





TBC...



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[Washi]

First of all, I love this. Willow and Tara are so sweet, and I'm glad that Faith is finally understanding how Tara's homelife is. I loved the last sentence by Faith:

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“I’ll only gloat when you’re not around to see it."

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Hehehe.



Good job!

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"See? I've mastered this tact crap." Anya in Tears Of The Goddess by Lisa



The course of love doesn’t always run smooth, especially for the neurotic and accident-prone. ~ LadyB

[JennY]

Love it! I'd love to know the story behond The Cure song, too. Will and Tara are just too cute for words in this fic. More please!

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JennY



"My mom started collecting Beanie Babies about 4 years after she died."-- Deputy Trudy Wiegel, Reno Sheriffs Department

[bluewillowwitch]

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I loved the update! ad are just sooo cute. I love the part with the 'swan family'. It was so cute! I can't wait to see what Buffy and Faith's past is. I think it might be that they dated or something like that but I'll wait and fine out. I can't wait to more. Update soon, please?





bluewillowwitch

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"Fate keeps on happening."--Anita Loos

[Tempest Duer]

Awwww... little baby swans... they're so cute.

Choosing not to decide is still a choice.

[VicariousSmoochies]

Well, all I can say is that you are doing an excellent job with this story! I'm loving where you're taking it and you're filling their heads, their personalities to a "T". So very good! I look forward to reading your next installment and I, too, like the rest of them, want more W/T yumminess!



Kelly

vicarioussmoochies

Tara: It's not really so much about hating the men...

Willow: We're more centered around the girl on girl action

[Sappho]

Let's not forget the B/F yumminess too .

Hey, has anybody seen that South Park episode called Mecha-Streisand in which Robert Smith of The Cure saves the day? Very funny stuff although I don't know a thing about The Cure . Anyhoo, wonderful update and I can't wait for more!

~Sappho

Willow: Yeah, that’s me. Reliable dog geyser person.

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Anya: Give me a beer. Bartender: I.D. Anya: [Looks at him w/ disbelief] Bartender: I.D.

Anya: I’m 1,120 years old!!! Just give me a friggin’ beer! Bartender: I.D. Anya: [Sigh] Give me a Coke.

[littlecrazy80]

Loved the update! Willow and Tara are cute with their little swan family.



*lil´c*

Let´s get happy and let´s be gay. germany´s grand prix song



Check this out

[Lady6string]

Thank you all again for the wonderful feedback... you kittens are way too kind! Here is the next part, I hope you enjoy...



Thoughts are in italics



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Part 4



Willow Rosenberg had long ago accepted the fact that she was attracted to women. In the eighth grade she had sworn that her heart would always belong to her science teacher, Miss Williams, but as she studied Tara’s features up close for the first time, she knew that she had never felt drawn to anyone like this before. Willow watched the girls hands as they skillfully worked on her project, and she suddenly realized that she wanted nothing more in this world than to know what those hands felt like. Oh God… I can’t take my eyes off her…



“Tara?”



“Yes?”



Willow paused a moment to choose her words carefully. “How come you’re always trying to hide?”



“Hide?”



“Um, yeah. I mean, we’ve been going to the same school now for like three years,” Willow said thoughtfully. “Don’t think I haven’t noticed.”



“You n-notice m-me?” Tara silently prayed that it wasn’t the “how pathetic is that poor girl” kind of notice.



“Well duh… how could I not? You’re always trying so hard not to be noticed and I’m pretty sure that’s what makes me notice you more.”



Tara barely stopped herself from falling over in a swooning, swept-off-your-feet type of motion. The poor girl tried as hard as she could to think of something charismatic to say, and she cringed as she heard the next sentence leave her mouth. “Yeah, isn’t it funny how that works?”



“It is.” Willow said softly, keeping her eyes locked on Tara’s. “I guess people tend to feel drawn to the mysterious.” Somewhere in the back of her mind she realized that she was flirting, but she was too busy awe-ing at the blush on Tara’s cheeks to be nervous about it.



Oh wow… first she notices me, now she’s DRAWN to me? Tara was now on the verge of melting shamelessly into a gigantic lovesick puddle.



“I guess I’m just picky… about who I want to know me.” She said with severe shyness, ducking her head with a goofy grin on her face. Willow was making her feel all sorts of new things, and the goofy grin was an involuntary action… sort of like breathing.



“Well… um, would you be picky about me knowing you?” Willow asked with an adorable look of hopefulness on her face.



Tara’s heart stopped beating for a moment as she looked into the eager green eyes in front of her.



“I feel like you already know me, Willow.” Tara said, almost in a whisper. She shook her head in disbelief as she reflected on all the pain and heartache that came with admiring Willow from afar for three years. She quickly realized that all that suffering was worth the elation she felt at this very moment. Who knew that being tormented by Faith and being sentenced to Saturday detention would make her dreams come true?



The intensity in Tara’s heavy lidded eyes made Willow’s heart race, and when she noticed the blonde’s breath coming faster, she had no choice but to admit to herself that she was feeling very turned on by this. She felt it deep inside her body as her gaze fell from the smoldering blue eyes to a sensual, delicious looking mouth. Never in her life had she seen a more inviting pair of lips, and she felt a sharp pang of arousal at the thought of kissing them.



“I want to know you,” Willow said, her gaze still locked on Tara’s mouth. I’ll bet her kisses taste like vanilla… “but, I don’t even know what you’re favorite ice cream flavor is...” She said as a distracted afterthought.



Tara was lost in the same world that Willow was in as she openly stared at the red-heads lips. Thinking about kissing them caused Tara to take in a deep breath before letting it out in a breathy sigh that contained the words, “Rocky Road…”



Both girls were intently focused on the others lips. Neither girl was aware of the fact that her mouth was the subject of the other girls daydream involving provocative uses of Rocky Road ice cream. Tara was the first to break the spell as she finally realized that she was shamelessly oogeling the lovely, kissable mouth that belonged to the epitome of loveliness itself.



Tara reluctantly raised her eyes back up to meet Willow’s, and time stood still for a moment when her eyes found their target. It was as if the universe were giving the shy, mysterious blonde girl - who was sure to always live a lonely existence - some extra time to grasp the fact that Willow Rosenberg was staring at her mouth with an expression of unrepressed desire.



Tara found herself torn between two parts of herself. Rational Tara was screaming at her to quit getting her hopes up, that the sky is blue, the grass is green, water is wet, and Tara would never be loved. Dreamer Tara on the other hand, was enthusiastically pointing out that there was no mistaking that look, and that the girl had gallantly come to her rescue earlier. She said she notices me! She’s drawn to me because I’m cool and mysterious!



A tentative “Willow?” came from the blonde’s lips.



The red-head in question didn’t respond right away. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath to prepare herself for what was sure to be one of the most embarrassing moments ever. Great… just pray you didn’t get any drool on the poor girl…



“Hey!” Willow began, cursing the fact that her voice got squeaky when she was embarrassed. “Sorry I spaced. I do that sometimes, but I was just thinking…” Look at her, you could tell this girl anything. You can trust her with every single thought and feeling you’ve ever experienced... “Well, I guess I’m just glad to be in Saturday detention today, ‘cause I’m glad I met you. I kinda feel like we probably should have met a long time ago, and I guess what I’m trying to say is… I would really like the opportunity to get to know you, and I want you to know me… that is if you’re not picky about me, I mean…”



The sky is blue, grass is green, water is wet, and Willow Rosenberg is an angel from heaven… Tara was about to show Willow just how emboldened the girl made her feel.



“I think that it’s a wonderful idea that we get to know each other, Willow,” she began in low breathy tones. “and I think the first thing you should know about me is… I'm partial to red-heads.”





TBC...



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