::Grafe & I::

I had mentioned him in my blog, but I decided to share more about my dream-guy, Grafe. For those who didn't read that entry, here's a recap... Grafe is a fictonal guy that shows up in my dreams from time to time. He's my sub-conscience idea of the "perfect" guy for me. Therefore, the following may be weird and/or mushy. Read only if you're a true romantic at heart! *giggles* ^o^

~*~ Our First Meeting ~*~

There I was in a dark alley, fighting vampires, I had finished dusting the three that had attacked me, when I saw a blond hair guy in a dark trench staring at me. At first I thought it was Spike, but with a closer look, this guy was different. Fear... another evil vampire? I lunged at him with a stake, better to get him before he gets me.
He jumped away from the slash and yelled, "No wait! I'm not a vampire!" "Demon?" I asked. "No." he said, "I'm new. I just moved here." Yeah, right... some kind of trick..., is what I thought. I stood there looking at him suspiciously, holding the stake to my side, but ready to react.
He reached into his coat and pulled out an amulet. "They were really after me," he said, holding it up for me to see, "This amulet makes them immortal." "What?" I asked confused, "How did you get that? Why do you have that? And I thought it was a ring and Angel destoryed that!"

:: At this point I woke up, thinking, "What a weird dream!" The guy and dream was forgotten then and life went on. The next night... ::

The blond hair guy was sitting on my porch, at night. This time he was with an dark spikey-haired guy. A friend, who was obviously goth, stood behind the gate to my porch annoyed. The only reason why I knew these two were outside, was because my frantic mother came rushing into my room, waking me up with, "There's two strange guys on the porch. They said they're friends of yours."
I headed downstairs with bedhair, glanced at the clock (it was past midnight), thinking all along it was Angel and Spike. Or maybe even Gunn or Wesley. Willow never comes to visit, which I don't understand. Me and her seem to be best friends. Ah, well... I opened the door and there sits the stranger. o_o
"Why are you here?" I asked, a little creeped out, shutting the door behind me and keeping my mother out of the conversation. His goth friend laughed and said, "See? She doesn't even want to talk to you." "And who's this guy?" I asked, gesturing to a very amused guy. "That's Chris." waved the blond hair guy, standing from the corner he sat, "I wanted to talk to you."
"What? Why?" I choked. "I admit," he nodded, "Our first meeting wasn't under an idea situation." "What are you talking about?" I frowned. "You care about so many and work so hard to make things peaceful for everyone." he said. How does he know that?, my mind was screaming. o_o He went on to say, "But you sit in a corner alone, carrying burdens that you shouldn't." "I have to." I heard myself say. "You choose to." he corrected, "Where's the peace for you? Who cares for you?" "No one." I said.
"So, you sit here while people use you and box in your personality, little by little?" "What choice do I have?" I asked, sitting on the porch at this point, tired. He sat next to me, looking me in the eyes, and he said "That's the question. What choice do you have?" I just sat there, thinking for a while. Then he suddently said, "I think you're pretty." I looked at him shocked. Chris murmered, "Smooth move."
He gave Chris a murderous look and said through clenched teeth, "Would you like to wait in the car?" At this point, I laughed for what felt like forever. "Well," said Chris, taking a glance at his watch, "I've missed an hour and half from the rave, just to stand outside some girl's house, and watch you make your 'mack-moves'. If I'd known that, I'd have taken a taxi."
"You should go." I said to the blond guy. "Yeah," he frowned, standing, "Seems I'm baby-sitting." He glared at Chris and Chris rolled his eyes. Then they headed down the front steps. The guy turned suddently and asked me, "Wait. Want to come too?" "No," I decline, noticing the frown on Chris' face, "Maybe next time." He looked disappointed and Chris looked relived. They started down two steps when I yelled, "Wait! Er... what's your name?"
The blond guy looked pleased and said, "Grafe." "Okay," I said, nodding, "Grafe." He smiled. Grafe and his friend rushed off toward the black BMW, parked at the end of the block.

~*~ Our First Date ~*~

Grafe is no slacker. He's a stockbroker, working hard to play hard. So, he wanted to impress me with stageside seats for an U2 concert. They are $700 dollars apiece, whew... But I kinda had to deflate his ego a little, since Bono sends me free stageside tickets, since that time I saved him and his tour bus from a pack of demons.
"Huh..." frowned Grafe, when I told him, "That's convient." "Well," I said, trying to make him feel better, "We can go with your tickets, since you paid for them. And besides, I think I'll give my four tickets to the Scoobies... they deserve a little fun." That was better, but I got the feeling that I made Grafe feel less than a man. Oh, no... u_u
So, here we go on concert night. I'm dressed in my usual black tee and black kakhis. And Grafe is wearing a gray tee under a red checkered long-sleeved shirt and tan kakhis. We hand in our tickets, head to the spot, and me waving back to Xander who was sitting with Willow, Anya, and Buffy a ways down. "Who's that guy?" frowned Grafe, a little jealousy in his tone. "Him?" I laughed, "That's only Xander."
"Xander." grumbled Grafe, to himself. Before I had a chance to tell him that he's got the wrong idea, the concert started, screams began, and U2 walks out onto the stage. Grafe and I danced and sang along for two hours, him placing his arms around me during the slow songs. Nearing the end of the show, Bono spotted me and yelled, "Dani! You've made it, come on up here!" "What?" gasped Grafe, as the crowd roared and Bono reached down from the stage, pulling me on.
"This is my good friend, Dani." said Bono, "She saved my life. And often, when I'm in Philly, I ask her play along with me. She's killer on the electric." Someone shoved an kick-assed guitar in my hands and I carefully pulled on the strap. Grafe gawked in disbelife. I waved to him, but he just kept gawking. "We're going to play something special tonight.", Bono said, "Dani, you know the chords."
It was an unheard song of U2, only played for Philly and if I showed up at the concerts. Larry counted us down four and I began. The crowd cheered and Grafe stood there sad. I began to worry, but I had to perform. Then I hit my solo and Bono threw a arm around me, shouting "Go Dani!" I took a glance at Grafe and he was fuming! Not at me, but his glare was on Bono! Oh, boy! o_o
To make matters worse, at the end of the song, Bono kissed me on the cheek. I saw Grafe inching towards the stage at this point and I quickly hopped off, leaving Bono saying, "And give it up for Dani... Wait, where did she go?" Then Bono spotted me in the crowd, holding back a very pissed off Grafe who was muttering "I'll kill him. I swear it!". "There she goes!", Bono said, not noticing that Grafe was plotting his death, "Let's give a hand for the very talented Dani!" I turned my back against Grafe, forcing him to hold me instead, smiling nervously at the cheers.
On our drive home, Grafe declared, "I don't like U2 anymore!" "Grafe!" I frowned, "It didn't mean anything. What's going on?" "What's going on is I feel stupid!" he growled, "First the tickets, then you leave me to be a rockstar, and now a kiss from Bono! What am I here for? Why do you need me?" I simply said calmly and sincere, "I can't be a rockstar everynight, Bono will not stick around, and the tickets aren't important to me.
"I need someone who will listen to me, who will care, who I can count on, and who will not judge me. And most importantly, someone who will always let me be me. So, that's why you're here and that's why I need you. The rest is just sparkles, but you're the actual gold... that is, if you can handle being all the things I mentioned."
He gave me a frighten look and said, "No. I can't be all of those things." I looked away, thinking, "typical". "Not unless you agree to be my girl." he finished. I looked at him and he was grinning. "What does that require?" I asked, nervously. "Well," he said, as if making a business deal, "All that you mention, must apply to me. And you must be faithful, meaning no more kisses from rockstars... or Xander." "Xander???" I laughed, causing Grafe to look really confused, "Xander?! Honey, no... No. And never."
"Really?" he asked, getting closer to my neighborhood, "Never?" "Never" I repeated. "He seemed ..." Grafe struggled with the words, "Like he was really excited to see you. He was hopping up and down, so I thought that maybe...?" "No," I assured, "He's a friend and besides -free tickets to an U2 concert- of course he would be happy to see me." "Right." said Grafe, blushing slightly.
"But, 'okay'..." I said softly, "To your proposal. I'll be your girl. I'll send a memo to Bono to never kiss me again, when he comes back to Philly." "Good." nodded Grafe and parked in front of my house, "Good."

~*~ A Glimps Into Our Future ~*~

I felt lost, wandering around in a toy store, the very one I use to go to when I was a kid. I heard a kid giggle in another aisle and Grafe's voice. I turned down that aisle to see Grafe on the floor, with a little girl on his lap, reading her a book. He looked two years older, but still nice looking as ever. The girl had to be at least one years old. They both looked up and smiled at me.
"Who's little girl?" I asked. "Yours." he said, "Ours." I then noticed that this extremely beautiful little girl had my nose and my hair. She pointed to me and said, "Ma-ma." I remember saying, "So, this is what my daughter will look like." Or something to that effect.

:: At this point, I woke up. And logged on to make dolls, that's when I discovered that one of the dolls sorta looked like Grafe and made one next to my Ed-doll. And after I used it in my CHN forum sig, that's when all the questions started... ::

~*~ Just Hanging Out ~*~

Grafe and I were at a local park, at night. Mostly because I hate the sun, it makes me sick to be in direct sunlight. Anyhoo, here we are and there's a huge problem (I can't remember what it was) that is bothering me. "What's wrong?" Grafe asks, as I sit on a swing. Before I get a chance to tell him, he sits on a swing next to me, turned the opposite way that I'm facing. He says playfully, "I bet I can swing higher than you."
"Ha," I said, "You're dealing with a girl who spent most of her childhood trying to swing higher than her dad. Are you sure you wanna make that challenge?" "Maybe you've lost your touch." he shrugged. And I began to swing and he began to swing in the opposite direction. As we swung higher and higher, we philosophized about people and the world, why people could be so cruel and why the world was the way it was. And we talked about nothing, cats and kids.

:: By the end of this dream, I woke up feeling peaceful. And the day didn't seem so dark... But Grafe is fictional and I'll never meet a great guy like that in reality. Also, I will never be friends with the cast of Buffy/Angel or rock on stage with Bono! But it's fun to dream... *_* ::