<div class="floatleft">(http://imstars.aufeminin.com/stars/fan/emilie-de-ravin/emilie-de-ravin-20070131-205164.jpg)</div><br/><br/><hr/><span class="bbc_u">EXIT</span><br/><strong>name</strong>: Buffy Summers<br/><strong>time</strong>: 7:10 P.M. December 20th, Monday<br/><strong>Tags</strong>: none<br/><hr/><br/>They disappeared around the corner without a notice. The engine was loud enough to make it sound like they were coming back around.<br/><br/>They weren't, Buffy had seen movies and television shows, in them, people would roll the windows down and scream into the night. But, the sun was still setting. She hadn't heard of any parties, and in every way, she just wanted to eat and lay down. It didn't even have to go in that order. So, she stayed still and checked her phone. No one was trying to get a hold of her, or share a quip of wit through a text message. She pretended like they were anyway, and she started to type a message for Eric. It was one that she would never send. Therapy, in a way, saying something to some one without them ever actually hearing it, like an addicts apology letter, she expressed deep fears, and anxiety to the mask of her ignited cell phone face.<br/><br/>Her knee lifted up and she scooted forward, vicing herself into the passenger seat, one shin against the dashboard, and her other leg underneath it like a stalagtite. It looked like she was getting more comfortable, she was actually sheilding the phone from her friend.<br/><br/>In a fit of restless and sudden lust, Buffy suddenly imagined herself naked. It was breif, and it alarmed her. She panicked internally. Aroused for no reason other than a fleeting thought about erik, her fingers started to shake, and her breathing shallowed. Then, Buffy accidentally clicked send. The message was unfinished, personal, implicative, and full of reservations for life and love.<br/><br/>'message sent' appeared on her screen and horror settled in the pit of her stomach. The world blanked out and she could barely hear the wind that was travelling over her eardrum. She closed her phone, and tried to forget that she had just done that. The unfortunate mistake would likely boil in her mind for days, and then fall down to the burner, Eric, they were on a collision course.<br/><br/>Buffy smiled at Alyssa and tried to look pleased with herself. Her smile was a desperate one, and it was clear to see that nothing was alright in the slayer's world. 'Nothing at all.'