Prologue
Buffy was excited. Make that ecstatic. William was finally returning to Sunnydale, having been in England for five years with his father. When they were younger, they were best friends, nearly inseperable. One day out of nowhere his father decided he wanted to move back to England and was taking William with him.
Their mother had met Rupert Giles in the Spring of '92 and Joyce had gotten pregnant a few months later. By then they had realized they weren't meant for each other. She decided to keep the baby, and named him William Anthony. Rupert was a Librarian at the Local high school, and lived only blocks from Joyce. They shared custody of William until one day Joyce met Hank Summers and it was love at first sight. They dated for six months, were married after eight and Joyce became pregnant again. She then had a baby girl, who she named Elizabeth Anne. William at two years old was excited to have a baby sister, carrying no resentment to her at all.
William had trouble pronouncing Elizabeth's name, so he settled on Bethy, which, with his lisp, always seemed to come out as Beffy, and later turned into Buffy, and such became her permanent nickname. Joyce decided that to be easier on the living situation, William should permanently with his father, but to visit as much as possible. Even though they were two years apart, William and Buffy's bond was unbreakable.
In the Summer of '05 Giles was offered a job as a Museum curator in London, which he quickly accepted, informing Joyce that he was taking William with him, in hopes of introducing his son to better know his English roots. At eleven, Buffy was devastated to learn her best friend was being taken from her and William at thirteen, assured her that no matter what, he would come back to her, even if he had to wait until he was eighteen to do so.
Their mother had informed her two days ago that William would be returning to live with them and would be finishing out the remainder of his senior year at Sunnydale High while she would be a sophomore. She was so happy she had alost cried tears of Joy. True, they had lost touch some two-three years ago, but he was coming back, true to his word and that had to mean he still missed her and still couldn't wait to see her either.
She looked in the mirror to make sure she looked good. She didn't want to look frumpy upon seeing him for the first time in five years. She flipped her hair forward, fluffed it with her fingers, flipped it back up and layered it around her shoulders. She looked damn good. She had applied black eyeliner and dark eyeshadow with some lighter highlights to provide a smoky look. She had on a white camisole with lace around the edges and a short black mini skirt, with knee high black leather boots to make the look complete. She looked once again in the mirror and frowned as she realized she was sub-consciously trying to looked sexy...for her brother. She pushed the thought to the back of her mind and convinced herself it was because she intended on taking him to the Bronze tonight to meet her friends and wanted to look good in case Owen showed up.
She jumped as she heard the doorbell ring and raced down the stairs to get to the door before her mom could, visions of a light brown and curly haired boy swimming in her head. She snatched the handle to the door, swung it open and gasped at the person she saw standing before her.
"Hello cutie."
A/N:
Ok, this idea just popped in my head one day and I had to write it. Please tell me what you think, cuz if it sucks I'll just stop writing. I neeed feedback! It's my muse... :]