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a fan-fiction by 0.0 sigmakutie
Chapter 3- Crush
SUMMERY: Buffy and her mom have a heart to heart.
AUTHORS NOTE: This is one of the shorter chapters. In fact, I think it might be he shortest one. Leave reviews. Please? I'm begging now….
I sat at the dinner table picking at my peas, every so often popping one or two into my mouth. Then I moved onto my meatloaf, which was a little bit harder to get down.
"Is there something wrong, honey?" My mother's voice snapped me out of my trance. My head popped up to see the concerned faces of my family members.
"Yeah, Buff. You look kinda pale," Xander offered. He took my hand in a soothing big brotherly way.
"You look like a zombie!"
"DAWN!" My mother chastised her for her rudeness.
"What? She does," Dawn whined
I rolled my eyes, dropping my head to look at my fork, poking my meatloaf, "I'm fine, and I'm just not feeling so good. My stomach can't really handle hard food right now," I gripped my stomach to make the sick façade more believable.
"Why don't you go up to your room and lie down," my mother said, trying to soothe me, "I'll bring you up some soup so you don't go to bed on an empty stomach."
I nodded and smiled politely. I got up and began to walk up the stairs.
I heard Dawn's voice, "Can I have her meatloaf?"
"Dawn!" My mother chastised again.
I rolled my eyes and smiled, walking slowly up to my room. I reached my door and slowly turned the knob and walked in. I flung myself onto the bed as soon as I caught sight of it. I must have fallen asleep, because 20 minutes later my mother was knocking on my door, holding a tray of chicken noodle soup, orange juice, saltine crackers, and a banana. I groaned as I rolled over and sat up. She brought the tray over to my lap and sat on the bed with me.
"Are you feeling any better?" She asked, putting her hand on my forehead.
I nodded, dipping my spoon into the soup and brought it my mouth, slurping up the hot liquid. "Hey, mom?" I began. She listened intently as I told her about Spike, how I really liked him, how I felt bad for Angel, and how Willow was helping me.
"Well… how much do you like this 'Pike' guy?"
"Spike, mom. His name is Spike."
"Sorry."
"A lot," I sighed, "I don't want to, but I can't help it. When he talks to me, just one on one, it's like the lights dim everywhere else. You know how that is with some guys?" She nodded and continued to listen to how Willow set up a sting operation, without my knowledge, to see if Spike really cared about me, "He makes my head go all dizzy. It feels so familiar."
"Maybe because you already went through it," I cocked my head to the side, much like Spike does, only he does it cuter, "This is what you felt with Angel."
I pondered this for a minute. My mom kissed my forehead and began to walk out the door, "Mom?" She stopped and turned to look at me, "Does this mean it's just another school girl crush?"
She smiled and shook her head, "No," she said and walked out, closing the door behind her.
I finished my soup and juice in a daze, leaving the crackers and banana. I sat the tray off to the side and turned over on my bed. The last thing I saw before I was pulled into unconsciousness was Spike's face. His soft blue eyes, looking at me in adoration. His smile, brighter than the sun. I imagined his strong arms wrap around my torso as I drifted off to sleep. "Goodnight, Spike," I whispered to the air.
"G'night, luv," he whispered into my ear, his voice giving me goose bumps.
