On The Front Porch

[_dawnie_]

Well, Sophie's going to be all right, and Danny is, too. I spent a while at the hospital the other night, sitting in the hall waiting for news. And I can't even tell you how good it was to see Jordy being normal again, not thinking he's Romeo and blathering in Shakespearean English. He dozed off on my shoulder, even, and I didn't mind that he

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[_dawnie_]

"Hey!" I say, surprised. He kinda sneaked up on me; I didn't hear him at all. My own personal Stealth Werewolf. "What's this?" I ask, taking the box from him.

[_dawnie_]

"You didn't have to do that," I say, feeling vaguely guilty. I should get him something for not being mad at me that I didn't notice for ages that something was wrong with him. I open the package. It's a cross necklace. "Hey, this is cool. Thank you." I slip it over my head.

It's Sunnydale. You can never have enough crosses.

[_dawnie_]

"Not that weird." I just got distracted by the whole missing-sister, sleeping with boyfriend for the first time, school-work-home routine.

I sigh, too, and say again, "I'm sorry. I suck, pretty much."

[_dawnie_]

I lean forward and drape my arms around his neck, hugging him briefly. "It's so awesome that it's you and you're not spouting Shakespeare. I missed you, too."

I did, and it's odd that sometimes you don't realize just how much you missed somebody until they're back with you again.

[_dawnie_]

"She kissed you?" Okay, I'm a little bit surprised about that. She's the one who used to go on and on about how dating older boys is the only way to go, and stuff. I guess things can change.

"Hmm, well I can see how that would be confusing. Did she say anything about it, or just kiss you and that was it?"

[_dawnie_]

"You're not bad-looking," I say. "And, you're fun to hang out with. A lot of times that translates to kissable. And you probably already know girls are weird. We can change our minds at a second's notice, and then there's the wacky hormonal stuff -- which we won't talk about." No need to embarrass the poor boy to death, but he should already know this stuff.

"There's what?"

[_dawnie_]

"Please," I say. "What's a pseudo-big sis for?" I poke him lightly. "I'll keep it under my hat. And you know, that isn't a bad idea. Maybe I'll see what J thinks about having the Living With the Supernatural 101 talk with her."

[_dawnie_]

"Anytime," I say. He really is adorable; I think he'd be a good boyfriend for the right girl. I smile innocently and ease my fingers onto his neck, right where it meets his shoulder, tickling with the ends of my fingers.