And all of your weight, all you dream [Falls on me. It falls on me]

Buffy had already put all her things at Danny's place. It consisted of two suitcases full of clothes and shoes along with everything she'd bought while in New York City. She'd gotten a safe deposit box for the slayer scythe and all the weapons she'd brought. She still hadn't told him about the whole slayer issue and really, she intended to keep that secret as long as possible Right now they were in a cab on the way to JFK Airport. Buffy only had her carry on. She was wearing black sweats and a sweatshirt of Danny's she'd made him wear the night before. She had two more tee shirts, a tank top, a pair of his sweats and a pair of his boxer shorts stuffed in her carry on. She was curled up against him in the backseat of the cab, her hair pulled up in a ponytail, the long sleeves of the sweatshirt pulled over her hands. There was a definite pout fixed on her face and her eyes were gray today.

Ganked from Bee and Hiro

Arty Kid

Whether you were a drama freak or an emo poet, you definitely were expressive and unique. You're probably a little less weird these days - but even more talented!

Who Were You In High School?

Well they got the unique part right. And I think I'm more talented these days? More experienced anyway.

And layovers suck.