Title: Spring Break

Author: blackbeltchic

Disclaimer: In no way, shape or form do I own the characters. They belong to the evil genius whose code name is Joss Whedon.

Posted: September 20th, 2004

Author's notes: The idea came to me after reading one of those trashy teen romance novels. The series is... Love Stories, I think? Anyway, that's where the idea came from.

Oh, and I've learned the reasoning behind why my separators have been taken out, so they've asked me to use different ones, since they refuse to change it. So now I have new dividers. And they show my moods!

:P :P :P :P :P

"Come on, Buffy! It'll be fun!"

"I don't know, Dawn..."

"Please? I never see you anymore."

She laughed, "That's what college is all about, Dawn."

"Have you ever been to Miami?"

"No...But why would you want to hang with your party pooping sister when you could be picking up hot guys?"

"Because my sister is still young, hot, and she doesn't get out as much as she used to. Please?"

She was skeptical," You think I'm hot?"

"No, but all of my guy friends do. They practically drool over the pic I have of you," she switched tactics, "I bet they're be a lot of vampires and other oogly boogly creatures waiting to prey on the unsuspecting, young flesh."

She sighed, and her sister knew she had won, "Fine, but if anyone asks, you dragged me there. It's not exactly a place for a 25 year old."

"Just keep telling yourself that. And bring your credit cards!"

:P :P :P

Dawn met her at the airport, and as Buffy stepped out into the bright Florida sun, she had to admit that maybe this was what she needed to get out of her slump.

"Angie's grandparents have a beach house they're letting us over run. I've convinced the girls you aren't a parental figure, so don't prove me wrong," Dawn lectured as she swung her sister's luggage into a shiny red convertible.

"Nice wheels."

"The perks of knowing a big business man who just happens to run one of the biggest companies in the world," she shrugged, "I hit Giles up for money. Besides, I like traveling in style. No more buses."

She chuckled as she got into the low-slung car. They certainly traveled in style. Buffy's hair was a tangled mess by the time they reached the beach house, but she had caught some admiring stares in her low cut black spaghetti strap tank top. Her tan wasn't what it could be, but this was all about the beach, right?

"Ok, intros. Everyone, this is Buffy. Buffy, this is Angie, Rox, and Cookie."

Buffy tried to hide a smirk; "Is that your real name?" she couldn't help but ask. Dawn sent her a look like, 'they can ask you the same thing.'

"Nah, de boys think she's sweet like cookie dough," Rox laughed, and the others laughed with her, with a couple prods and pokes. It was an innocent enough remark, but it hit a chord, and Buffy frowned.

Dawn noticed her sister's mood, "Uh, Buffy, let me show you to the room." She followed Dawn down the hall, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing."

Dawn stared at her skeptically, "Something to do with Angel?" She saw her sister's surprised face, "You have Angel face."

Buffy sighed, "It's something I once said to him. It's no big deal."

"You have to move on, Buffy. Spike's gone, and Angel's out of the picture. That's why I dragged you along." They entered a smallish room with two beds, "I managed to talk them into sticking up with a sliding door."

"Hey, Dawn, we're beach bound," Angie stuck her head through the open door.

"Ok, uh, Buffy, get settled, and catch up." She looked at her friend and grinned, "We'll be by the volley ball court," she almost gushed, and Buffy raised her eyebrows at her sister. Dawn quickly changed and left.

"Move on, sure. That's easy for you to say," Buffy sighed, rubbing the silver cross she wore.