Title: I want to talk about me
Disclaimer: Mutant Enemy and Joss Whedon own all the rights to the characters and locations in this story. I will make no money from this story.
Summary: A Slayer, a Zeppo, a demon and a whacky bar.
Timeline: Circa season five, meh
Rating: G
We talk about your work how your boss is a jerk
We talk about your church and your head when it hurts
We talk about the troubles you've been having with your brother
About your daddy and your mother and your crazy ex-lover
We talk about your friends and the places that you've been
We talk about your skin and the dimples on your chin
The polish on your toes and the run in your hose
And God knows we're gonna talk about your clothes
You know talking about you makes me smile
But every once in awhile
Buffy was in LA visiting Angel for the first time in what seemed like forever, when he told her about the demon bar with the spells she had to see it. So a few hours later they her and the fang-gang went there and to everyone's surprise Xander was there... singing. What surprised her the most was his voice, the slight country twang he invoked sounded nothing like Xander.
I wanna talk about me
Wanna talk about I
Wanna talk about number one
Oh my me mine
What I think, what I like, what I know, what I want, what I see
I like talking about you you you you, usually, but occasionally
I wanna talk about me (me,me,me,me,me,me,-background singers)
I wanna talk about me
Buffy blinked a few time, everyone except Xander seemed too fall away. Breathless she made her way to the stage where Xander was standing. He had abandoned his usual style for a more expensive suit and the change in him started Buffy. The fact that Xander had grown up finally hit her.
We talk about your dreams and we talk about your schemes
your high school team and your moisturizer cream
We talk about your nanna up in Muncie, Indiana
We talk about your grandma down in Alabama
We talk about your guys of every shape and size
The ones that you despise and the ones you idolize
We talk about your heart, about your brains and your smarts
And your medical charts and when you start
You know talking about you makes me grin
But every now and then
Buffy let Xander’s voice roll over her in waves, she let his words carry her away. In her mind she say all the times that Xander had been there for. Yet when she tried to think about the time she had helped him seemed puny by comparison. When Angel had turned into Angelus Xander had been the shoulder she had cried on, it seemed as though he spent all his time with her. Every time her life seemed to be falling about Xander had been there to pick up the pieces, he had been there to keep her distracted and laughing.
Wanna talk about me
Wanna talk about I
Wanna talk about number one
Oh my me mine
What I think, what I like, what I know, what I want, what I see
I like talking about you you you you, usually, but occasionally
I wanna talk about me (me,me,me,me,me,me-background singers)
I wanna talk about me
I wanna talk about me (me,me,me,me,me)
I wanna talk about me (me,me,me,me)
You you you you you you you you youyouyouyouyou
I wanna talk about me
When everything else in her life seemed to fall apart Xander was there to keep her together, to her it almost seemed as though he had always been there. Xander was always there to pick up the piece and help her through her problems be it as small as a clothes problem or the times that all she wanted to do was die.
I wanna talk about me
Wanna talk about I
Wanna talk about number one
Oh my me mine
What I think, what I like, what I know, what I want, what I see
I like talking about you, you, you, you, usually, but occasionally
I wanna talk about me (me,me,me,me,me,me-background singers)
I wanna talk about me
I wanna talk about me(me,me,me,me,me,me-background singers)
Oh me!
Buffy watched as a strange green demon walked up to Xander, he had a drink in his had and he led Xander to a table. After a few second he pointed over to Buffy. //Yes, Xander and I have a lot to talk about.//
