"So when do we start my cool lessons?"
"It's fairly simple, pet. To be cool, you need three things: the attitude, the strut, and, most importantly the look. We'll start with the attitude. What do you say when you see, lets say, Buffy?"
"Uh, I say, 'Hi Buffy!' and go over and talk to her."
Spike shook his head. "Wrong. That's way too cheerful. And you come off so...needy! You've gotta be more indifferent. Now, pretend Buffy is walking up to me," He paused. "Lets use Willow instead. Say Willow is walking up to me." He stood up and looked over his shoulder. His face took on an uninterested expression. "Oh, hey Willow. See?" he asked, sitting back down. "Now you try."
Jeannie stood up and looked over her shoulder. She screwed her face into a sour expression.
"No, no, no, I said indifferent not sadistic," Spike said.
Jeannie tried again. This time, she managed to look a lot less sadistic. "Hey Willow."
"Much better," Spike said. "Now remember, when you talk to anyone be indifferent."
"Okay, what about the other stuff?"
"Well, the strut will have to be last."
"What about the look?"
"We'd have to go shopping."
"Okay, I love shopping. Let's go!" Jeannie replied happily. She made for the door.
Spike cleared his throat. "Aren't you forgetting something?"
Jeannie looked confused.
"I'm a bloody vampire!!" he exclaimed.
"Oh, right," Jeannie said. "I forgot." She smiled innocently.
Spike looked at her in disbelief.
"Oh, and besides I've got class this morning," Jeannie remembered.
"Tell you what, meet me back here around ten and we'll go get you some new clothes. And work on your part of the bargain."
"Okay, it's a date."
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Jeannie had missed her first two classes altogether and barely made the end of her third. Cool people don't care about missing classes, she told herself. She was just coming out of her third class when she spotted Willow and Buffy up ahead. Automatically, she moved for her normal cheerful wave and greeting, but stopped herself at the last minute. Bad girl, she scolded. She schooled her features into an expression of indifference as she approached the pair.
"Hey, Jeannie," Willow said.
Jeannie pretended she hadn't noticed them until just then. "Oh, hey Willow, hey Buffy." She hoped her expression was sufficiently indifferent.
"Uh, I thought you were coming over last night," Willow said, obviously thrown by the sudden change in Jeannie.
Jeannie shrugged. "I change my mind." She sped up her step and left Buffy and Willow behind to exchange puzzled glances.
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"I did it!" Jeannie exclaimed bouncing into Spike's crypt. "It was perfect! I was really, really indifferent."
"Well, good for you, pet. Now what about your side of the agreement? When are you gonna teach me how to be good?" Spike demanded.
"Oh, it's easy. All you have to do is follow the golden rule. Do to others what you would want them to do to you."
Spike got a funny look on his face. "Hmm," He was imagining what would happen if that really worked. "So say I went up to Buffy and-"
"Maybe I should rephrase that," Jeannie interrupted. "You should treat others with courtesy, respect, and kindness."
"Well, that doesn't sound like half as much fun as that golden rule thing. But I'll try it...maybe. Well, what are we waiting for? Lets get you some new clothes."
"Cool clothes," Jeannie added.
"Well, of course. I wasn't talking about plaid and suspenders." He said as they left and made their way through the graveyard.
"Hey, I just thought of something," Jeannie said. "All the stores are closed by now."
"What's your point?" Spike asked.
"Well, we can't buy clothes if the stores are closed."
"Who said anything about *buying* clothes?" Spike stopped in front of a darkened store window. "This looks promising."
"You want to steal them?"
"Well, I'm guessing you can't afford them on a college student's budget. And I'm sure as hell not paying for 'em. So," he grabbed a trash can from the street corner, "stand back."
"No!" Jeannie exclaimed grabbing onto his arm. "You can't!"
"Why not?" he demanded.
"You're supposed to be trying to be could."
"Okay I'll try." He paused for a moment. "Well, that didn't work." He slammed the can into the store window. It bounced and hit him in the head. "Bloody hell!" he exclaimed. He got up, holding his head, and examined the window. "Plexiglass. I hate technology."
"Are you okay?" Jeannie asked, worriedly.
"No worries, pet. I'll pick the lock."
"Okay, but we'll only look and then I'll come back in the morning and buy everything."
"Suit yourself." In a few minutes, Spike had the door open. They walked past racks of clothes. "Oooh, I like that. I wonder if they have it in my size."
Jeannie cleared her throat.
"Right, sorry."
Well, that's all for now. Sorry for the cliffhanger. I gotta go to bed or mom'll kill me. Please R&R. And stay tuned more will come.
"It's fairly simple, pet. To be cool, you need three things: the attitude, the strut, and, most importantly the look. We'll start with the attitude. What do you say when you see, lets say, Buffy?"
"Uh, I say, 'Hi Buffy!' and go over and talk to her."
Spike shook his head. "Wrong. That's way too cheerful. And you come off so...needy! You've gotta be more indifferent. Now, pretend Buffy is walking up to me," He paused. "Lets use Willow instead. Say Willow is walking up to me." He stood up and looked over his shoulder. His face took on an uninterested expression. "Oh, hey Willow. See?" he asked, sitting back down. "Now you try."
Jeannie stood up and looked over her shoulder. She screwed her face into a sour expression.
"No, no, no, I said indifferent not sadistic," Spike said.
Jeannie tried again. This time, she managed to look a lot less sadistic. "Hey Willow."
"Much better," Spike said. "Now remember, when you talk to anyone be indifferent."
"Okay, what about the other stuff?"
"Well, the strut will have to be last."
"What about the look?"
"We'd have to go shopping."
"Okay, I love shopping. Let's go!" Jeannie replied happily. She made for the door.
Spike cleared his throat. "Aren't you forgetting something?"
Jeannie looked confused.
"I'm a bloody vampire!!" he exclaimed.
"Oh, right," Jeannie said. "I forgot." She smiled innocently.
Spike looked at her in disbelief.
"Oh, and besides I've got class this morning," Jeannie remembered.
"Tell you what, meet me back here around ten and we'll go get you some new clothes. And work on your part of the bargain."
"Okay, it's a date."
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Jeannie had missed her first two classes altogether and barely made the end of her third. Cool people don't care about missing classes, she told herself. She was just coming out of her third class when she spotted Willow and Buffy up ahead. Automatically, she moved for her normal cheerful wave and greeting, but stopped herself at the last minute. Bad girl, she scolded. She schooled her features into an expression of indifference as she approached the pair.
"Hey, Jeannie," Willow said.
Jeannie pretended she hadn't noticed them until just then. "Oh, hey Willow, hey Buffy." She hoped her expression was sufficiently indifferent.
"Uh, I thought you were coming over last night," Willow said, obviously thrown by the sudden change in Jeannie.
Jeannie shrugged. "I change my mind." She sped up her step and left Buffy and Willow behind to exchange puzzled glances.
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"I did it!" Jeannie exclaimed bouncing into Spike's crypt. "It was perfect! I was really, really indifferent."
"Well, good for you, pet. Now what about your side of the agreement? When are you gonna teach me how to be good?" Spike demanded.
"Oh, it's easy. All you have to do is follow the golden rule. Do to others what you would want them to do to you."
Spike got a funny look on his face. "Hmm," He was imagining what would happen if that really worked. "So say I went up to Buffy and-"
"Maybe I should rephrase that," Jeannie interrupted. "You should treat others with courtesy, respect, and kindness."
"Well, that doesn't sound like half as much fun as that golden rule thing. But I'll try it...maybe. Well, what are we waiting for? Lets get you some new clothes."
"Cool clothes," Jeannie added.
"Well, of course. I wasn't talking about plaid and suspenders." He said as they left and made their way through the graveyard.
"Hey, I just thought of something," Jeannie said. "All the stores are closed by now."
"What's your point?" Spike asked.
"Well, we can't buy clothes if the stores are closed."
"Who said anything about *buying* clothes?" Spike stopped in front of a darkened store window. "This looks promising."
"You want to steal them?"
"Well, I'm guessing you can't afford them on a college student's budget. And I'm sure as hell not paying for 'em. So," he grabbed a trash can from the street corner, "stand back."
"No!" Jeannie exclaimed grabbing onto his arm. "You can't!"
"Why not?" he demanded.
"You're supposed to be trying to be could."
"Okay I'll try." He paused for a moment. "Well, that didn't work." He slammed the can into the store window. It bounced and hit him in the head. "Bloody hell!" he exclaimed. He got up, holding his head, and examined the window. "Plexiglass. I hate technology."
"Are you okay?" Jeannie asked, worriedly.
"No worries, pet. I'll pick the lock."
"Okay, but we'll only look and then I'll come back in the morning and buy everything."
"Suit yourself." In a few minutes, Spike had the door open. They walked past racks of clothes. "Oooh, I like that. I wonder if they have it in my size."
Jeannie cleared her throat.
"Right, sorry."
Well, that's all for now. Sorry for the cliffhanger. I gotta go to bed or mom'll kill me. Please R&R. And stay tuned more will come.