Authors note: This is my first fan fic, and hopefully a good one. I would definitely like reviews on it. Anywayz, it's about Spike joining Buffy's and Xander's apartment in NY for awhile. Spuffy, PG- PG 13. language and stuff Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters and all that crap, Joss does ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Xander wouldn't even go near her, not when she was venting. That was a definite walk of doom. Nope, the best thing to do was just leave her alone. He knew that much from living with Buffy Summers for over 2 years. The worst thing was, he was the one to bring out this not-too-pretty side of her; and that was the aspect that scared him out of his wits. He would definitely be sleeping with one eye open tonight. All he did was bring in an old friend, no harm in that, right?

Wrong! ' When did my whole life go to hell again? Oh yeah, when that British bastard of a man, no, monster, walked in on my life! What the hell is his name again? Some type of pointy object. Knife? Cutter? Oh right, Spike!' thought Buffy as she chunked a paperweight at the wall. Not the smartest thing to do. She was definitely known to have a temper, that's why she had been to jail. twice. 'Both weren't fair though, that bitch totally egged me on, and well, the other, the other, um, he was mean, and had an ugly haircut, he was just waitin' to be smacked. That's exactly what I did; I helped him out really, made him think twice before he hits on a PMSin' girl with a line like "Are you retarded?" 'no, why?' "because you seem special to me!" BAM! Asshole. If I wasn't in some classy club, it wouldn't have been so bad, woulda just been kicked out, not thrown in jail!' Now you may wonder what happened to this flustered blond to make her so, well, flustered. It all started with those three little words (not those, silly!).

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"Honey, I'm Hooommme!" Xander yelled at 6 A.M., not realizing how early it was. He glanced over at his friend, William 'spike' Hemfeld. They were best buds at camp when they were young. Now, at the ripe age of 24, Spike needed a place to crash in NY for a while. Xander quickly offered, hoping to rekindle their long-lost friendship. Spike had changed over the years. His curly brown hair turned to bleach blond, and his outfits mainly consisted of black tees and baggy jeans, that were rarely washed. Xander wasn't even sure if Spike knew how to do laundry. His feet usually were covered in big, black boots, scuffed badly at the tips. They had definitely seen better days.
Buffy walked into the kitchen wearing her puppy pajama pants and a plain pink tank top, with the smiley slippers to complete the ensemble. Rubbing sleep out of her eyes, she spoke the well-known primitive sleep language. "Early, need (stifles yawn) sleep." Leaning on a chair to support her weight, she glared at Xander, which turned into a lopsided grin. Xander was like her big brother, she couldn't help but smile at his teddy bear features. She averted her gaze to look at the bleached wonder smirking at her. Slightly more awake, "Who the hell are you?"

"Ah, words of a lady."

"You honestly think you can just barge in here and act all mean-y like that?!"

"Mean-y? what kind of word is that. Does someone need ta go back to grammar school?" while tilting his head and cocking his eyebrows in a you're a dumb ass kinda way.

"Fuck off."

"Reeal polite, luv. Name's Spike.

At that Buffy snorted with laughter. "Spike? Wow, that's, uh, very, uh, original. And don't call me luv. I'm no ones love, especially not yours."

"Better than a name like Buffy." After that comment buffy just glared at him once and stomped away. She knew she already hated this dude.