The next morning, Willow stepped into Buffy's bedroom in a pair of light blue cut of shorts, a black tank top with the words 'I LOVE MY ATTITUDE PROBLEM' in chunky light blue writing, and a pair of black velvet flip-flops. She shook her head as she saw her sister still sleeping. She sat on Buffy's bed and whispered in her ear, "Spike's here." Willow jumped off the bed as Buffy jolted awake. "That was funny." she said, leaning against the door frame.

Buffy glared, "No it wasn't. I thought he was actually here."

Willow raised an eyebrow, "Why would he be here at six fifty in the morning?"

Buffy sat up, "He's giving me a ride to school today."

Willow smiled, "Mom's downstairs, she'll want to meet him."

Buffy groaned, "I know."

"I'll see you downstairs."


Buffy walked downstairs in a pair of black sneakers, black capris, and a black tank top with the word 'DORK' in chunky red letters. Her hair was up in a ponytail and she had on light make-up. She looked out the window and saw Spike pull up on his motorcycle. She ran out the door to him and held both his hands, "Morning."

Spike smiled, "Good morning." He leaned in and was going to kiss her.

Buffy put one of their entwined hands to stop him, "My mom's in the kitchen." She smiled and pulled him up, "She wants to meet you."

Spike sighed, "Okay."

Buffy led him into the mansion and into the kitchen where Willow was eating her cereal and Joyce was fixing a pot of coffee. "Mom," Buffy started. Joyce looked up. "This is Spike LeChance. Spike, this is my mom Joyce Summers."

Joyce raised an eyebrow, "Spike?"

Spike took off his sunglasses, "It's just a nickname. My real name is William."

"It's very nice to meet you."

"You too."

Buffy smiled, "We better go. Willow, take the car."

Willow nodded. Joyce smiled, "Bye."


Spike leaned against a locker as Buffy got into her locker. Buffy shut it and leaned against it. "Do you realize we match?"

Spike looked at Buffy's ensemble and down at his own. He was in tight black jeans, a tight black t-shirt, and a long sleeved red shirt. "Imagine that."

Just then, Cordy and her Cordettes came walking up with Willow. Cordy glared at Spike, "Is he bothering you?"

Buffy gave her a confused look, "No, we're talking."

Riley put an arm over her shoulders, "Buffy, you're new here, so we'll excuse you. There are three levels in this school; upper class, middle class, and lower class. We're," he gestured to everyone but Spike, "upper class. Spike and his friends are lower class. We don't mix."

Spike rolled his eyes, "I'm out of here." Buffy watched him walk away with a hurt look. Willow grabbed her arm and smiled sadly.