Title: Falling Rain
Summary: Buffy Summers is a normal girl, living a normal life, but when the guy next door comes, she can't help but change her image!
Prologue
"So Da', where do you want this?" Spike asked, carrying a box into the new house.
"Put it anywhere, it doesn't matter because someone forget to mark the boxes." Giles looked down at his daughter.
"I'm sorry Da' but I didn't know you needed to mark them." Faith looked up innocently and Spike chuckled. "What you laughing at?" She snapped in a good natured way.
"Nothin', but if you want that innocent face to work, you have to actually be innocent!" Spike smirked, putting down the box and heading back out again.
"I am innocent, aren't I daddy." Faith smiled sweetly and Giles rolled his eyes.
"Don't think that I don't know who it was who put the brick through Mr. Meenies wind screen." Giles looked directly at Faith.
"It's not like I meant it, I'm only 17, you can't expect me to know not to do that! Any way, I've heard stories about you too, you're not so innocent yourself!" Faith grinned cheekily.
"Da' the lady from next door is here." Spike called into where his father and sister were, carrying one of his own boxes upstairs to his room. Giles walked to the front door and saw a woman with dark blond hair and hazel eyes leaning against it. She straightened up when she saw him and smiled.
"Hi, my name's Joyce Summers and I live in the house next door with my two children Dawn and Buffy. I just wanted to welcome you to the neighborhood and invite you to a barbeque that we're having on Saturday." Joyce smiled, holding out her hand.
"My name is Rupert Giles, but you can all me Giles, everybody does. I have a daughter and a son called Faith and William. I am sure we will definitely be there on Saturday!" Giles smiled at her as well.
"Great, I'll leave you get back to unpacking, see you soon." And she walked away.
"So, what are they like? Are they very English?" Buffy asked as soon as her mother came through the door.
"They were very nice, and they are not very English, he has a son and a daughter and the son looks to be just a little older then you, his name is William and the daughter is Faith." Joyce told her and Buffy scoffed at the name William.
"Not very English my ass!" Buffy muttered but Joyce caught her and gave her a disapproving look.
"Go and get ready, dinner should be ready soon." Joyce scolded.