Thanks to Aspen-SiredBySpike for her input an help on this one.
Buffy's POV.
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Sigh... I had to rescue Spike again; he went to the Bronze's post-fumigation party which lasted into the day. He couldn't leave, so he called me, like he always does. Now here we were, in the middle of the day trying to find Giles' car, that he stole last night to go to the Bronze. I shouldn't have brought his blanket.
"Buffy, where is his car?" I glared at him. "Well, I don't remember. It was a hell'ov a party." He said with a grin.
"You are the one that stole the car in the first place, you should know where it is." Men are all the same, species doesn't matter.
He stopped. "I stole his car? That means I should have the keys." He began to search his pockets.
I reached into my own pocket and pulled them out. He looked confused. "You stole Gile's car with the keys, then at about two this morning you broke my window open, stole my sheets, and wrote poetry on my walls with makeup. Then you jumped on my bed with Mr. Gordo, gave him the keys. You sang to him and left, breaking my door on the way out. And your poetry sucked."
He pulled out a set of keys. "Well, I have my keys."
"Then where is your car?" I thought a moment. "So you drove your car here, lost it, went to my house and stole Giles' car, drove it here. Then you came back to my house to return the keys."
"What part of 'hell'ov a party' didn't you get?" I shook my head.
"Well, lets find your car cause you can drive." He nodded.
We walked around the parking lot trying to find his car. It should stand out being the only one with painted black windows.
"I hate the snow, it reflects the sun, the sun hurts."
"Stop complaining."
"But it hurts."
"I can fix that with a stake you know."
"Alright, alright."
The sun was really bright, but I wasn't telling him that. We needed to find his car, there was no one around to ask. Wait, there was some kids at the back of the parking lot playing on a giant snowbank. We walked back to ask them.
We were just to the corner of the snow bank when Spike pulled me back, to half hide behind the snow.
A grin appeared on his face. "I know how to find my car." He pulled out his keys again, fumbling with them a bit until his thumb landed on the red panic button.
I saw it happening but I did nothing. I couldn't, it was too funny. Spike was laughing evilly as the person fell from the car.
"TTEEEEAAAAAHHHHH!!!!"
Spike giggled, yes, giggled. "He screamed like a little girl! Hahaha."
I stared in shock. The children on the hill stared in shock. It was not a good situation.
"My back!" the person moaned.
"Yeah, well that's what you get when surf on my car! Hey!"
I pushed Spike into the snow and got up to help Giles.
"Yes, well thank you, Buffy." He said as I lifted him up to stand.
Spike came around the snow bank, turned the panic off. "What were you doing on my car?" He moved forward to inspect his vehicle. "You scratched the paint."
"I... was, looking for my car. It was missing this morning." He looked nervous, like he was lying.
"How could you see anything? There's a giant snow bank in the way!" Spike is really irritable in the morning.
"Um..." He blushed. Rupert Giles blushed, and mumbled something incoherent.
"What was that?" I realized that I hadn't spoken in a while, which is strange for me.
He avoided my eyes and rubbed the back of his neck. "I was playing king of the hill."
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Yup, thats the end.
