TITLE: Elegantly Wasted
AUTHOR: Ragna (Obsessive-Compulsive Spike)
RATING: FRT
PART OF: Musically Inclined
CLASSIFICATION: Buffy/Devon flirting
SPOILERS: Uh...set way deep in season 4 or 5.
DISTRIBUTION: Slay This, Other sites with my fic up. Everyone else just keep my name on it and let me know.
DISCLAIMER: If you don't recognize it, chances are it's my own creation. If you do, Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, Kazui Sandollar, FOX and the WB own it or them. I'm just holding Spike hostage. Carolyn's got Xander, May's got Oz, Cathryn's got Ethan, Nikki's got Giles and Shelly has Angel. Gillian, for the hell of it, has Ewan McGregor, but she shares with Rae. You may see them by appointment only. The song is INXS' "Elegantly Wasted"
FEEDBACK: Sorry I'm not home right now I'm walking in the spiderwebs so leave a message and I'll call you back...in other words, I want it. Don't care if it's onlist or not.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: From my own sick mind...Devon POV.

***

I normally never let the band know the music I listen to when I get home. But just this once...

I wanted to do a specific cover song. I wanted that blond girl, Buffy, to notice me.

Someone, Oz I think, had mentioned she was an INXS fan. What a coincidence...so was I. Seriously...with a lot of chicks I pretend to be something I'm not so I can either mack on them or get laid.

I guess I'm a male slut. But lately...

College has changed me. I'm mostly in the music classes. And the beauty I'm trying to impress is in one of them, vocal fundamentals. Our teacher has us sing whatever we want as long as it's not original.

So she got up and sang an INXS song, one that I love. One that I hope will eventually describe the two of us...

So here I am up on stage singing my absolute favorite INXS song. And I feel like a complete idiot.

I watch her the entire time. She has her side towards me, and she's in hushed conversation with Willow, a brunette I vaguely recognize and a blonde in a leather duster.

I wish she was looking at me. I mean, I want her to be looking at me. I couldn't care less at all the groupies gathering around, watching me act like I have every ounce of sex appeal that Michael Hutchence had when he was alive.

That man was a God.

She turned around.

She looks so beautiful...her hair's pulled up and she looks so different from they way she does in class. When she's in class...she always looks so rushed, so hurried about everything. And she's always so tired...

I sometimes prod her awake when we're in class, when she's sleeping through our lectures in the class. She looks peaceful then...to steal a line from REM, at her most beautiful.

Except when she's here.

She looks full of life when she's here, bobbing her head to the music. And when she smiles at her friends...it makes me wish she was smiling at me.

I don't want her to be a quick lay. Not at all. I'm feeling...like I want to have a steady girlfriend, something I've never really had before.

She'd be perfect, I think...she wouldn't put up with my shit, and she'd be understanding.

And she's single so it's not like I have to be all devious to get together with her.

She's just staring at me, a small smile on her face. God...she looks beautiful.

If I wasn't here, up on stage, I'd be down there dancing with her as closely as possible, making sure we were kissing and being close as possible.

I can just imagine how she'd feel in my arms, all soft and perfect...

God, I'm already having fantasies about her. In public, no less.

I want this song to finish up. Our set will be over and I can ask her what she thought. Maybe even ask her out on an actual date.

I'm turning into something I swore I'd never be like: Oz. And I'm finding that it might not be as bad as I thought it would be.

If I could even have a chance with her...

It'd make my life about complete, I think.

***

"Hey...that last song was great."

I hadn't even realized she was behind me, and I almost knocked her over. Reaching out to grasp her waist I get the strangest sense of deja vu. "Sorry..."

"It's okay. Really. You have a great voice." She backed away from me. God, I was too fast...

"So do you. So, Buffy, would you like to go on a date?"

Talk about fast...

"Sure."

I don't think I'd ever looked so shocked in my life. "Tomorrow? I'll pick you up?"

She shook her head. "Uh...how about we go out during the day? It'd be easier."

I nod. "All right. Tomorrow then." As she walks away, I tell her, "Have a good patrol."

She stops, but then starts walking away again. I'm a lot smarter than most people think I am.

Hope she realizes that...