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nineteen; the a-team

Ernest Hemingway once wrote, 'The world is a fine place and worth fighting for.' I agree with the second part. — Se7en

Paige's POV

Today was the day.

The day of the meeting. Or so it had been dubbed by me.

The idea was Giles's, actually. He came up with it after I confessed that I would feel bad about ditching Tara after she got attached to me. After everyone got attached to me.

So he said, If Tara felt ready enough to socialize, we could invite everyone over someplace and have a get together. Except, we would tell them that everyone who got interviewed would come over for - I forgot what we had decided to say, actually.

We had come up with a cover story for me, too. You know, for when I mysteriously disappeared.

I sighed.

It was odd; I wanted to go home so badly, and yet I dreaded thinking about that, because I didn't want to leave these people behind.

Anyway, I started the day off in a weird way.

But then, technically, all my days start off weird.

I had just finished brushing my teeth, when I saw something in the mirror.

But not just anything. Whatever they were, (yes, they) they were in the shapes of my best friends.

I turned around, eyes wide.

"WHAT THE?!"

I proceeded to throw a tissue box at them.

It went right through them.

My eyes widened.

The two frowned at me.

"W-who, or what are you?" I asked.

You see, I was frightened because whatever these things were, they looked like Lily and Esme. But they couldn't have been, because they weren't supposed to exist. For all I knew, these two evil shape-shifting demons just showed up in Giles's apartment bathroom, and were about to try and kill me.

"We're your inner-conscience." Esme, or what looked like Esme, answered, smiling.

"Well that was anti-climatic." I mumbled, frowning.

"Prove it." I crossed my arms.

"Okay..." Lily, or what looked like Lily, trailed off in thought.

"You're afraid to tell Giles that you ate the last cookie that he had saved for himself."

I put my hands up. "Fine, you win."

"Why did you throw a tissue box at us?"

"If you're really my inner-conscience, you should know the answer to that."

They both rolled their eyes, but they were smiling.

"I miss you guys."