Summary: Buffy Summers is a hard-working, seventeen year old girl living in the bad side of Sunnydale, CA because it is all she can afford with a sick mother and a missing father. William AKA Spike Giles is a rich kid who gets anything he wants at the drop of a hat. What happens when difficult situations bring Spike and Buffy together?

Author's Note: So… I tried a story before for BTVS but I felt like it was going nowhere so I discontinued it and started on this one instead. I know that this idea isn't the most original story ever but I really want to see how it come out so…enjoy!!!

Buffy smiled at her boyfriend, Riley. He really was something. He had gone out of his way to get them into a fancy restaurant in the upscale side of town. The expensive dinner restaurant was dimly lit and had a romantic, hazy mood to it. Buffy was really amazed. "How did you manage this, Riley?!"

"I pulled some strings…and had to get some money from my dad but this is a special occasion." He answered, taking her hands in his.

"It is special." The truth was, Buffy didn't know what the special occasion was, but you know how some people go along with it, hoping that the other person would hint about what was going on? Yeah. That's what Buffy did. "I'm so happy about it. Isn't it amazing?"

"Yes. It's finally our two-year anniversary." Riley smiled.

Ohh. Our two-year anniversary. I can't believe I forgot! Buffy smiled. "We've been together for two years now and soon, high school will be over. This is so great!"

"It is." He smiled. "Excuse me. I have to use the bathroom."

She smiled and nodded, taking a sip of the coke that she had ordered. She was twirling the straw around and making the ice 'swoosh'. She began to think about her relationship with Riley. Two years already. She liked him. He was a great guy. As her thoughts trailed off, she saw a guy sit in Riley's seat.

"Hello, cutie." The stranger said.

Buffy looked up. It was a guy about her age-seventeen- and he had platinum blonde hair that was slicked back and such high, arched cheekbones. His eyes were the clearest shade of blue she'd ever seen and he looked like a god. "Hi."

"What is a sexy little thing like you doing here all by yourself?" he asked, leaning his elbow on the table and cupping his cheek. She noted that he had an English accent.

"Actually-"

"Actually, she is here with me, Spike." Riley interrupted.

"White bread! How did a guy like you get a girl like her? By the way sweetheart, what's your name?" Spike replied.

Buffy smiled politely and stood.

"Her name is Buffy and we would appreciate it if you and your bad dye job leave." Riley was standing next to Spike and waiting for him to give his chair back.

"I bleach it Captain Cardboard." He said standing. He took Buffy's hand and kissed it politely. "See you soon, Buffy." He smiled and winked and walked off towards what she suspected was his date. Riley took his seat and rolled his eyes.

"Who was that?" Buffy asked, curious about the man who seemed so charismatic.

"William Giles or Spike. The guy is bad news."

The waitress finally came. "Are you guys ready to order?"

"Yes. I'll have the Caesar salad and the spaghetti and meatballs." Buffy smiled, amiably at the waitress.

"I'll have a the steak platter." Riley ordered. He always ate so much food. It was a wonder he wasn't as big as the empire state building.

"It'll be right with you guys." She walked away.

"Where did you meet Spike?" Buffy asked.

"He goes to the same school and lives in that really, really big house on the corner." Riley went to a private school. He had to work hard for it because his parents were by no means rich. Buffy went to a public high school. The atmosphere was less intense and she could afford it…

"How come I've never seen him before?" Buffy asked.

"It seems you're at my house more than he is ever at his. He's always out. Probably getting drunk and banging some ladies. It's his ritual."

Buffy winced. "Harsh..."

"Well, that's what it's like."

"Wow. I can see why you like him so much."

"Yeah. There's just so much love zinging between us."

"Well, we're going to college soon so you won't have to deal with him as much." Buffy smiled.

Riley leaned over and gave her lips a peck. "Ever so optimistic."

"Just call me Optimist Gal."

After their meal arrived, Riley didn't eat right away like Buffy did. He moved his food around on his plate with his fork and rearranged it and heck! Even made a little piece of art on his plate with all his rearranged food. Buffy stopped and looked up when she noticed that he wasn't eating like she was. She sucked up the spaghetti that was hanging form her mouth and asked, "Something wrong with your food?"

"No but I have something to tell you."

"…About the food?"

"No. About…us."

Is he breaking up with me? And on our two year anniversary too! What a bastard! Buffy folded her hand neatly in her lap and looked at Riley. "O-ok."

"Buffy," Riley took a very long and what Buffy thought was unnecessary breath, "I love you."

She hesitated, thinking. Do I really love Riley? I know I like him…he is a good guy. He's nice and heading somewhere and maybe, we can make something of ourselves together… "I love you too."

He smiled and she came over and hugged him. The rest of the night went very smoothly.

They finished their dinner with some pleasant small talk and college talk and…other talk… Riley drove Buffy home and then gave her a long, slow kiss on her front porch. "Good night Buffy."

"Goodnight Riley." Buffy smiled and went into her house.

She took a long, relaxing hot shower and thought about the night. It was actually their two-year anniversary. Wow. She didn't know that they had been together for two years already! It was such a long time, in her opinion, to be with someone.

And then her mind wandered inadvertently to the young man who had interrupted her night with Riley. Spike, his name is. I wonder how he got that name…and if he works out because he looks pretty damn sexy. Oh! Bad Buffy! You have a boyfriend AND he's said he loves you. That is pretty big… No bad thoughts now…but Spike did look really good. Where did Riley say he lives? On the corner… She dug around in her memory and finally came up with the picture of the big house on the corner of Riley's street. It was practically a mansion! Oh so he's a spoiled rich boy. Come to think of it, he was wearing a pretty expensive looking Rolex… and that shirt looked pretty Italian. In fact, everything he was wearing looked really expensive. I don't need that kind of guy. He can't give me anything. Riley, he can give me everything.

She got dressed in her favorite pajamas and went to bed, pulling the covers over herself and feeling strangely satisfied.

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