"I'm nervous Buffy." Willow said to her twin sister.

"There's nothing to be worried about Wills." Buffy replied. Willow looked at her disbelievingly. "Okay, so we're new in town and haven't met anyone…yet. But, we moved from Beverly Hills and we're really hot."

Buffy Anne Summers and Willow Tempest Summers had just moved from Beverly Hills, California to good ol' Sunnydale, California. The reason for this sudden move was because their parents, Hank and Joyce Summers, had just finalized their divorce. Hank was rewarded custody of Buffy and Willow's younger sister Dawn and Joyce received custody of Buffy and Willow. Now, Joyce ran her own art gallery and the three women were living in a mansion on Crawford Street. The twins were starting their first day of their junior year at Sunnydale High.

You would never be able to tell that Buffy and Willow were twins, much less sisters. Buffy had waist length, curly blond hair and had hazel eyes. She was five foot four and was currently dressed in a sky blue mini skirt, a white belly tank top, knee high white socks, and a pair of sky blue platform sandals. Her hair was in braided pig-tails with blue ribbons that tied at the end. Willow on the other hand had shoulder length red hair and hazel eyes. She was five foot five and was currently dressed in a pair of black leather hip-huggers, a green off-the-shoulder peasant top, and a pair of three-inch leather boots. She had her hair in a bun with two mini-braids framing her face.

Willow sat on her queen size bed, "What if they don't like us?
Buffy sat next to her, "They'll like us." She stood up and faced Willow, "Now, let's go downstairs, get some chow, and start our new school."

Willow stood and hugged her sister, "What would I do without you?"

"You'd be a nervous wreck."

Willow let go, "You're probably right."

Buffy grabbed her hand, "Let's go.

William 'Spike' LeChance leaned up against an outside wall and lit a cigarette. He had platinum blond hair and icy blue eyes. He was about five foot ten and was dressed in a pair of tight black Wrangler jeans, a tight black shirt, a black leather duster, and a pair of black army boots. He inhaled and exhaled slowly. "You know, that stuff'll kill ya." a male voice said. It was Alexander Harris, Xander to most. He had messy brown hair and brown eyes. He was about five foot nine and was dressed in a pair of khaki shorts, a white t-shirt with the words 'Parental Advisory' written in black ink.

"And I care because?" Spike asked.

Xander shrugged, "I don't know." Xander looked up and saw two girls heading towards them. One girl had short crimped blond hair and brown eyes. She was five foot five and was wearing a knee length red sundress and read high heels. The other girl had shoulder length brownish-blondish hair and blue eyes. She was about five foot six and was in a pair of baggy blue jeans, a purple shirt with black sleeves, and a pair of purple converse sneakers. "Anya! Tara!"

Anya Jenkins smiled at her boyfriend, Xander, and kissed him on the cheek, "Hi sweetie, hi Spike."

Tara McClay smiled, "Hi guys!"

Spike nodded, "'Ello loves."

"Did you hear? There are two newbies this year. Both female." Anya informed the group.

"Where are they from?" Xander asked.

"They're from Beverly Hills and they're twins." Anya replied.

"I bet they'll be great friends with the snobs." Spike mumbled.

"What was that?" Tara asked.

"Nothing."

"Hey, I think that's them." Anya pointed to two girls stepping out of a white convertible.

"Nice wheels." Xander said.

Spike looked up and saw the two girls walking across the campus. One had blond hair and the other had red hair, both were very tan. "They're nothing special." But Spike couldn't stop looking at the blond.

"Buffy, don't look now, but that guy over there is checking you out." Willow pointed to a guy with slicked back blond hair and was dressed in a leather duster. He was standing with another guy and two girls.

Buffy looked over at him and then to her sister, "He's kinda cute." She looked back at the mystery man.

"Stop drooling. We have to find the principal's office." Willow linked her arms through Buffy's and began to drag her away.

"So, any girl you find interesting yet?" Buffy asked.

Willow blushed. She had come out of the closet two years ago. Totally freaked out their parents. "That girl in the jeans that was with leather boy looked nice."

Before they knew it, they were sitting in the principal's office. "Most people say to think of your principal as you pal." Principal Snyder began, "I say, think of me as your judge, jury, and executioner. With that said, welcome to Sunnydale High School."

"Thank you Principal Snyder." Buffy and Willow said in unison.

Before Snyder could say anything else, the door flew open and standing there was an older teacher, holding the neck of a jacket clad figure. Buffy and Willow looked at them and recognized the jacket guy as Buffy's mystery man. Snyder sighed, "Mr. LeChance, what an unpleasant surprise." He turned to the teacher, "What did he do know Mr. Beach?"

Mr. Beach let go of the boy, "I caught him smoking on school grounds…again."

Snyder sighed again, "Thank you Mr. Beach." Mr. Beach nodded and left. "Okay. You," he pointed to the boy, "have two detentions." He looked at the twins, "I hope I never have to see you two again. Have a good year."

Buffy and Willow smiled and stood. Leather jacket boy opened the door and held it open for the girls and followed them out. When they were in the hall, Buffy turned to him, "Do you always start the year off like this?"

"I have a permanent seat in there." he said seriously, though he was smiling. He extended his hand, "Spike LeChance."

Buffy took it, "Buffy Summers." Spike kissed the top of her hand. She blushed and took her hand back. "And this is my twin sister Willow."

Spike smiled at Willow and nodded, "So what grade are you in?"

"We're juniors." Willow answered. "You?"

"Senior. But most of my friends are juniors." The bell rang. "Well, better go. Don't fancy two trips to Snyder today. See you around."

Buffy watched as Spike walked away. She brought the hand he kissed to her lips and kissed it. Willow rolled her eyes, "Oh come on."