Chapter Two

Chipped Paint

Warnings: This story because of my plot will contain Spuffy and Bangel. The story starts of near the end of the story, but then goes back four months ago and explains the conversation between buffy and Spike.

Disclaimer: Buffy the Vampire Slayer and all recognizable characters, locations, and dialogue belong to Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, and the various writers. Show writers and any other quoted authors have been credited in individual chapters. I'm making no money from this—it is purely in the name of fun.

Four Months Before

Buffy Pov

I don't know how these things are meant to start, but I'll give it a shot. Im meant to say something inspirational, to entice you my dear reader with my wit or charm? Well unfortunately im not going to do that. I've never really been one to do what im 'supposed' to do. I guess that's what got me into this problem to begin with. Like many stories, books, poems and quotes, this my dear reader, this story is about love. Yes, yes I know what you're thinking 'not another book about a crappy love story that never even happened' well I assure you it did and does. Well I guess I'll start from the beginning.

Photos lay torn on my bedroom floor. My walls where covered in old sticky tape, and chipped paint had been removed this had happened when I had ripped everything down. I gazed down at my hands, they were blotchy red, and one of my nails was bleeding from where I had clawed at the wall. But I didn't feel it; I couldn't really feel anything at this point. All I could feel was the pain in my chest, something I hadn't felt in a long time. I was devastated.

My boyfriend (Parker) that I had been with for two years had just broken up with me, but it wasn't just that. He had also told me that he could no longer be with me, seeing as he was having sex with a skanky girl from my school named Dru and apparently loved her. This boy was my first love, my first kiss (I was a late bloomer and had also just turned 18), he was my first hand hold, the first boy who ever took me on a date and also the first and only boy I have ever had sex with. I was devastated.

I was devastated but for some reason I did not cry. I was never much of a crier anyway, I normally built up all my sadness and when I needed to, I would cry myself to sleep every now and again. But I wasn't depressed or anything, I had always been a proud person. Never liked to admit if I was wrong, never liked saying sorry.

What hurt the most was that Parker had been lying to me for months and months. Everything he said he wasn't feeling well, or he had too much homework to come see me he was with her. HER! God! I can't believe her cheated on me with that girl. Dru was the girl had my school that everyone had slept with. There wasn't a guy there hadn't (done her). She had also had a boyfriend the whole time Parker was sneaking around with her, I think his name is William but everyone just calls him Spike. I have no idea why. To come to think if it he was also the one in grade eight who stole my iPod, I guess they may have suited each other if it wasn't for Parker. At that moment I heard my phone Ring.

I moved myself of the floor and walked towards my phone; I looked and saw it was Willow. She was my best friend, the kind of person I would never want to lose. We were inseparable; she was the only thing through my whole relationship with parker that kept me going. She had always said I deserved better and she was right, everything had turned out the way she had predicted.

"Hey Will" I said after I answered the phone, I tried to muster up enough enthusiasm so she would see I wasn't hurt.

"Hey Buffy, are you okay?" Obliviously my fake enthusiasm hadn't worked. But there was no point faking with Willow she always knew when something was wrong and evidently she was the one with me when Parker broke the news.

"Yeah im okay Will" I said as I looked down at my floor covered in photos, my hand also really hurt as well but I wasn't going to tell her what I had done. I just needed the memory of Parker out of my bedroom.

"Well, you don't sound okay. Do you know what we need to do?" She said ever so chipper. I had always admired Willow for never letting anything get her down. She was one of those people that always had a smile on her face no matter what was happening in her life. She was always so happy.

"What do we need to do?" I asked trying to show some real enthusiasm. It didn't work.

"We need to get you out of this funk and get into our own" She said with a bit of a giggle and all I could think was "Gosh my bestfriend is a dork".

"Did you actually just say funk?" I replied with a real laugh.

"Yes, yes it did. Let's go to the bronze, let's dance and have fun. Maybe you could meet someone new?" I could tell in a way Willow was happy that Parker and I had broken up. She never liked him and I must admit the way he treated me wasn't great and that's a massive understatement.

"Willow, im really not in the mood to get my 'funk' on" I told her.

"Well okay why don't I just come around and we can just hang out at your place. We could watch a movie eat way too much chocolate and bag about how dumb and stupid Parker is?" Willow replied. I looked down at all the torn pictures and the old tape on the wall and straight away changed my mind.

"You know what Will? Let's go to the bronze" I said very ashamed in the state of my room.

"Awesome! We can dance, meet boys and…"

"I don't want anything serious for a while Will" I said cutting her off.

"That's okay; you can still fall around with them. After what happened you have all the falling around privileges you want!" she responded, ever so joyfully.

"Okay who's going?" I asked.

Meanwhile in Sunnydale; A Blonde, leather wearing bad boy was trying to decide if he should stay in or go out that night.

"Come on Spike, please come out with me?" Xander Harris begged his friend.

"Why should I? Im heartbroken man. I should be in bed watching the sodding Note Book or something" Spike replied. After his break up with Dru for the hundredth time, he was over socializing, if Xander wasn't his best friend he would have told him to rack off.

"Please? I spoke to Willow today and she told me she might be going! Please Spike?" Xander Harris had always had the biggest crush on Willow, Spike never understood why. Yes she was a nice girl but definitely not Spike's type. He liked a little bad in his girls, not a catholic school girl look and not the naughty kind.

"What's the deal with you and red? I'll make you a deal if I come out with you tonight you have to say more than five words to her. Seriously it's kind of pathetic man" Spike knew he was being a little too harsh but he wasn't in the mood. Xander always swooned over Willow but never actually did anything about his feelings it was frustrating for him.

"Oh im pathetic Caption Peroxide? You want to stay home and watch the 'sodding Notebook" Xander tried an English accent but epically failed.

"Fine we will go to the bronze. But you have to talk to the Red otherwise its completely pointless". Spike barked back.

"You never know Spike; you might meet a lovely lady"

"I don't want another relationship for a long time man, too much hassle and too much drama." If only Spike could see into the future because if he did, he would see that this night was just the beginning, the beginning of a very complicated love triangle between him and his enemy and oddly enough the girl of his dreams.

(Reviews are much needed, if you didn't understand the story line.. Don't worry Im about to go through and explain what happened in the love triangle and how it was formed.)