Chapter: Day 19 of 28 of my Songfic Challenge
Rating: PG 13, Nothing Exciting, but I use harsh language
Concrit: Comments only
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters, the lyrics to the songs, or anything else.
Warnings: M/M Pairing, but this is a Spander Community so....
Summary:Based on a prompt from Lady Q- Write a story where Xander deals with the idea of going back to school as an adult-lady q
Notes: The Song used for this day is Unwritten- Nitasha Bedingfeild
Xander paced back and forth across the apartment. The catalogue in his hand waved back and forth.
“I am not sure this is the best idea. This is crazy. Why did I think this was something I could do without screwing up?” Xander ranted.
“Probably because you know you are secretly better than most people give you credit for luv”. Spike replied.
Xander stood gobsmacked in the living room of the apartment he shared with Spike, his lover.
“You think I can do this?”
“I would smack you on the back of the head if it was worth getting off the couch. Of course I think you can do it. I’m the one who picked up the bleeding brochure, didn't I?”
“I’ve just never been the academic type here. Plus, I won’t know anyone here. It’s not like I’m going to UC Sunnydale. Just SCC...” Xander trailed off.
“Well obvious somebody thinks you’re worth it, lest they wasted their dosh on the stamp that was on your shiny acceptance letter. University is university. Don’t let some narrow minded pion tell you that one school is better than another. This one has classes you might actually want to take.”
“Ugh, I have to register for classes tonight.”
“Get on with it then, the faster you register, the faster I can shag my college man.”
“I can’t decide”
I am unwritten
Can't read my mind
I'm just beginning
The pen's in my hand
“Don’t be afraid luv, you’re just procrastinating.”
“I guess, I know I need to sign up for a writing course and a lit course. Not that I’m excited about that. Papers and writing aren’t really my thing.”
“I can help with that:, Spike offered while looking at the course listings. “Here. College Writing for Professionals, and Victorian Literature I. You might use the writing course and I’ll have a laugh at what they teach you in victorian lit.”
“Wow, thanks. Now, I have to pick a math course and a science course. I think I’m going to take an intro to Civil Engineering course for math. There is a course in Environmental Biology and Industry. It’s a 300 level.”
“Well, it might be too advanced for me. Maybe I should take it slow at first. Don’t want to burn out the two braincells everyone says I have.”
Staring at the blank page before you
Open up the dirty window
Let the sun illuminate the words
That you could not find
Reaching for something in the distance
So close you can almost taste it
Release your inhibitions
Spike’s expression softened. “Listen, no one thinks you’re dumb. those who do are people like your parents, who don’t know how perceptive you really are.”
“they aren’t the only ones. Even Giles and the girls look at me with three heads when I come up with a good idea.”
“Well this is your chance to show them.”
Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is, where your book begins
The rest is still unwritten
“Yeah, and watch them laugh in my face when I fail miserably.”
Spike slammed his hand down on the coffee table. “LISTEN!” he took a deep breath, “If you keep playing the role of the goofy sidekick that’s all you will ever be. You can’t keep your fear of failing keep you from realizing your full potential. YOU. CAN. DO. THIS.”
I break tradition
Sometimes my tries
Are outside the lines
We've been conditioned
To not make mistakes
But I can't live that way, oh
Xander sighed and set the course catalogue down and slumped down on the couch that Spike was standing behind.
“What if I’m too old.”
“Xander, older people than you have gone back to school. Don’t be surprised if you are one of the younger men in your class. Come on, lets get your schedule sorted.”
“Eh, I can only take one more class this semester. I figure a drafting course would be cool.”
“Well, now that we’ve settled it, lets go to bed.”
“But, I’m not tired it’s only 8pm.”
“Who said we were going to sleep? I have to bag a college boy. Buffy is ahead of me in that department.”