~^~Crazy~^~
By Candy Svoboda
The Bronze was playing its usual thumping music, most of which Repeat Giles couldn't stand. But, for one night, he supposed he could tolerate it. After all, this was Willow's birthday. He watched Buffy and her friends out on the dance floor. He still thought that what they called dancing was just a bunch of un-coordinated kids trying to get across the room. The clown of the group was performing his, what they had taken to calling it, "Xander Dance." They laughed and danced and had a wonderful time.
Thank God Spike isn't here. Giles knew that he had probably jinxed everything by thinking that. And he did. Less than a half hour later, their favorite bleach-blonde vampire strode into the Bronze holding a package under his arm. Buffy and the rest of the Scooby gang were sitting now, enjoying the cake. Xander, of course, had two pieces and was working on his third.
"You're gonna regret eating all that cake later when you're puking your shoes out of your mouth." Anya said as she licked her fork. The rest of the group groaned and set their plates down. Buffy eyed the doors just in time to make eye contact with her mortal enemy.
"Bad day, bad, bad, bad..." She said a loud as he drew nearer to the table.
"Well well. Isn't this sweet. The gang's all here and someone forgot about little old me." His comment was directed at Buffy. She rolled her eyes and replied,
"Spike, did you ever think that we would, for one second, think about inviting you?" The Slayer folded her arms across her chest and gave him an icy glare.
"No, but a guy can dream can't he." He shot her icy glare right back at her with his own blue eyes. Buffy continued to staring at him while thinking,
Why does he have to stare at me like that? Its so damn cute! NO! STOPIT! Spike bad! Spike evil! Spike looks so good when he looks at me like that...
"Buffy? Earth to Buffy, earth speaking." Xander waved his hand in front of her face, it having no effect what-so-ever.
"She's gone, Xander. We should just continue our conversation, she'll come back eventually." Willow decided that she did want her cake after all, picked her fork up and started shoving cake into her mouth. Giles decided that it was time for him to go home, so he said his good-bye's and awkwardly left as Spike set the package down on the table, never taking his glare from Buffy, and said,
"Can I have a dance with the prettiest girl in the room?" He gave a half smile and Buffy rolled her eyes.
"Look, Spike. I wish you would get over this...fascination with me because I--" He cut her off
"Don't get your knickers twisted! I didn't mean you. I meant Red." He narrowed his gaze to Willow. She had a mouth full of cake as she said,
"Me?" She felt kind of ridiculous sitting there with a mouth full of cake while Spike, who had to be the most dangerous looking guy in the place, was standing with his head cocked to one side with a strange look on his face. Buffy's mouth formed a perfect O.
That was embarrassing. Buffy thought
This is embarrassing. Willow thought. She gulped down the rest of her cake and glanced at Tara asking her approval. Tara, of course, nodded and Spike took her hand as he lead her out on the dance floor. The DJ put on Shape of My Heart by The Backstreet Boys. Meanwhile, at the table...
Buffy watched Willow and Spike dance. She frowned and said,
"Look at that! He is all over her! Tara, you should do something!" Buffy pointed as she spoke.
"W-w-why? He's b-barely touching her." The Wicca managed to get out. Buffy sat in a slump and poked her cake with the fork. The tiny little holes the fork made in the side of the cake reminded her of vampire bites. Except, really little vampires with really little teeth.
Oh geez! Get off it Buffy! It's not like you care anyway! That's right. I don't care about what Spike does. He's just a big, stupid...stupid guy. With really nice arms...Off topic Buffy. He shouldn't be dancing with Will. I should say that. Yeah. I'm gonnna go up there and tell him that. Here I go... Buffy didn't move.
Oh well. I'll just tell Xander and Anya. They'll agree! "He shouldn't be dancing with her." She said as she sat, still slumped in the chair.
"Um. Buff? You know how much I vigorously don't like Spike, but what is he doing wrong?" Xander asked.
"Well, he could hurt her..."
"By doing what exactly?"
"Well, he could....he could...he could step on her foot!" Buffy had a look of triumph in her eyes.
"Oh, yeah. The evil 'foot-stepping-on!' I saw that in one of Giles' books! Come on Buffy. You're just jealous because he's paying attention to Willow and not you. You got used to being the bell and the ball. Admit it!"
"NO! Alexander Harris! I am not jealous of Willow! How could you even think I would be jealous of Will, just because he's over there with her...and not...here by me...annoying me..." Buffy trailed off. Xander crossed his arms and sighed. He then said,
"You know how some people hate to say 'I told you so?' Not me. I told you so."
End Part One
Willow was fidgeting. She had no idea what to do with her hands or where to rest her eyes.
Where to look!? Where to look!? Spike, on the other hand, was cool and collected. He took a deep breath and said,
"Why are you so nervous around me?" Willow was shocked. She didn't know how to answer the question. As a matter of fact, she didn't want to answer the question. The Wicca tried to shrug it off, but the peroxided pest insisted that she answer.
"Come on, Red. Why?"
"I don't know. Maybe it's because you tried to kill us numerous times..." Willow tried her best to sound offended, but it just wasn't working out. Spike smiled his usual "Look at me, I'm the Big Bad" smile.
"I know that's not it. Truth, Red. Spit it out." Spike had his hands resting lightly on her waist, which made Willow a tad uncomfortable.
"It's this thing with Buffy, isn't it?" Spike glanced around the room, unsure of what he should do next.
"No! Not at all!" She lied. Spike gave her the "I know you are lying" stare. Willow, in turn, tried to make a quick recovery.
"Ok. Well, maybe a little. It's just that...well. I know you like her and all that, but I think you're going at it all wrong." Willow knew he was confused when his eyes tried to focus on her like she wasn't even there. Like when she had dressed up for a ghost that Halloween, and then everyone turned into their costumes.
"Please explain." Spike said.
"I just mean that going through her underwear drawer and taking her favorite blue cashmere sweater, and don't try to tell me that you don't have that because I know you do, isn't the way to Buffy's heart. Whoa. Deja-vu!"
"Ok. You're giving me insight to the Slayer's twisted mind. If she knew you were doing this she'd-" Willow cut him off,
"And don't call her 'Slayer.' She really hates it. And don't use any of those British terms like... 'luv' or 'pet.' She is not Drusilla."
The two carried on their conversation as the song came to an end. Spike escorted Willow back to Tara, when Buffy stepped in and pulled Willow off to the bathroom.
"Ok, Will. Spill it. What did you two talk about?"
"I promised not to tell." Willow tucked her hair behind her ear, as she usually did when she was refusing to tell something.
"Willow...come on! I have to know! Was it about me?"
"Not everything Spike says is about you, Buffy."
"Ah ha! It was about me! What did you tell him?!"
"I simply told him that stealing your clothes wasn't the way to your heart." Willow stated calmly.
"Ok...what else?"
"I told him that if he really cared for you, he would treat you nicely and try not to be annoying..."
"You told him how to date me?!" Buffy was a little tipped off at her best friend. After all, Willow knew how much Buffy disliked Spike.
"No, not really. Well, yeah ok. Maybe I did. He was just so polite and charming. Not at all like himself. I think he has a good side, Buffy. And I also think he's afraid to show it around you because he thinks that if he did, it wouldn't be good enough for you."
"He is a killer, Will!"
"Oh, yeah. I noticed how many innocent blood packages he's maimed lately." Willow said sarcastically.
"That's not what I meant." Buffy said while placing her hands on her hips.
"Then what did you mean? Because, frankly, I don't think you are giving him a fair chance. He's been doing a lot for us lately and we've given him the cold shoulder. But he keeps trying. I can't believe you don't see that."
Buffy was speechless. Willow did have a point. Maybe she should start being a little nicer to Spike. Starting tomorrow,
"Ok, Will. I see your point, and I will start being nicer to Spike starting tomorrow."
"No, starting right now. I want you to go out there and be civilized. Don't go 'Cave Slayer' on us."
The two girls walked back to the table to find that Tara, Anya, and Xander were out on the dance floor. Spike was sitting alone at the table with a cup of coffee and some sort of pastry. Willow decided that this was their chance to try to start working things out.
"I'm gonna go join the rest of the gang Buffy."
"Yeah. Ok. Sounds like fun." Buffy started to follow, but Willow put a hand on her shoulder signaling that she was supposed to talk to Spike. Buffy inhaled and turned around.
"Hey Spike. Whatcha eatin'?" Buffy calmly sank into her chair.
"Oh. I'm not. While you and Willow were in the bathroom, Xander told me that this was your favorite...so..." Spike pushed the pastry and coffee over to Buffy who smiled slightly and murmured a quiet thank-you. The table was quiet for a minute, before the two started to talk at the same time. The both smiled at eachother and Buffy said,
"You first."
"I was just gonna say that I owe you a few things. Like your sweater. So you can stop by my crypt anytime and pick them up."
Buffy nodded and then made a decision not to say what she was going to.
"What were you going to say?"
Oh, only that I'm just being nice to you because Willow told me to. Instead Buffy said,
"It's not important." Another moment of silence before Buffy said,
"Um. We could go now. To, ya know, get my stuff." Spike was a little taken back by her comment, but quickly agreed. Buffy told Willow that she was going to get her stuff from Spike's crypt and left.
End Part 2
TBC-More soon! Please be patient!
By Candy Svoboda
The Bronze was playing its usual thumping music, most of which Repeat Giles couldn't stand. But, for one night, he supposed he could tolerate it. After all, this was Willow's birthday. He watched Buffy and her friends out on the dance floor. He still thought that what they called dancing was just a bunch of un-coordinated kids trying to get across the room. The clown of the group was performing his, what they had taken to calling it, "Xander Dance." They laughed and danced and had a wonderful time.
Thank God Spike isn't here. Giles knew that he had probably jinxed everything by thinking that. And he did. Less than a half hour later, their favorite bleach-blonde vampire strode into the Bronze holding a package under his arm. Buffy and the rest of the Scooby gang were sitting now, enjoying the cake. Xander, of course, had two pieces and was working on his third.
"You're gonna regret eating all that cake later when you're puking your shoes out of your mouth." Anya said as she licked her fork. The rest of the group groaned and set their plates down. Buffy eyed the doors just in time to make eye contact with her mortal enemy.
"Bad day, bad, bad, bad..." She said a loud as he drew nearer to the table.
"Well well. Isn't this sweet. The gang's all here and someone forgot about little old me." His comment was directed at Buffy. She rolled her eyes and replied,
"Spike, did you ever think that we would, for one second, think about inviting you?" The Slayer folded her arms across her chest and gave him an icy glare.
"No, but a guy can dream can't he." He shot her icy glare right back at her with his own blue eyes. Buffy continued to staring at him while thinking,
Why does he have to stare at me like that? Its so damn cute! NO! STOPIT! Spike bad! Spike evil! Spike looks so good when he looks at me like that...
"Buffy? Earth to Buffy, earth speaking." Xander waved his hand in front of her face, it having no effect what-so-ever.
"She's gone, Xander. We should just continue our conversation, she'll come back eventually." Willow decided that she did want her cake after all, picked her fork up and started shoving cake into her mouth. Giles decided that it was time for him to go home, so he said his good-bye's and awkwardly left as Spike set the package down on the table, never taking his glare from Buffy, and said,
"Can I have a dance with the prettiest girl in the room?" He gave a half smile and Buffy rolled her eyes.
"Look, Spike. I wish you would get over this...fascination with me because I--" He cut her off
"Don't get your knickers twisted! I didn't mean you. I meant Red." He narrowed his gaze to Willow. She had a mouth full of cake as she said,
"Me?" She felt kind of ridiculous sitting there with a mouth full of cake while Spike, who had to be the most dangerous looking guy in the place, was standing with his head cocked to one side with a strange look on his face. Buffy's mouth formed a perfect O.
That was embarrassing. Buffy thought
This is embarrassing. Willow thought. She gulped down the rest of her cake and glanced at Tara asking her approval. Tara, of course, nodded and Spike took her hand as he lead her out on the dance floor. The DJ put on Shape of My Heart by The Backstreet Boys. Meanwhile, at the table...
Buffy watched Willow and Spike dance. She frowned and said,
"Look at that! He is all over her! Tara, you should do something!" Buffy pointed as she spoke.
"W-w-why? He's b-barely touching her." The Wicca managed to get out. Buffy sat in a slump and poked her cake with the fork. The tiny little holes the fork made in the side of the cake reminded her of vampire bites. Except, really little vampires with really little teeth.
Oh geez! Get off it Buffy! It's not like you care anyway! That's right. I don't care about what Spike does. He's just a big, stupid...stupid guy. With really nice arms...Off topic Buffy. He shouldn't be dancing with Will. I should say that. Yeah. I'm gonnna go up there and tell him that. Here I go... Buffy didn't move.
Oh well. I'll just tell Xander and Anya. They'll agree! "He shouldn't be dancing with her." She said as she sat, still slumped in the chair.
"Um. Buff? You know how much I vigorously don't like Spike, but what is he doing wrong?" Xander asked.
"Well, he could hurt her..."
"By doing what exactly?"
"Well, he could....he could...he could step on her foot!" Buffy had a look of triumph in her eyes.
"Oh, yeah. The evil 'foot-stepping-on!' I saw that in one of Giles' books! Come on Buffy. You're just jealous because he's paying attention to Willow and not you. You got used to being the bell and the ball. Admit it!"
"NO! Alexander Harris! I am not jealous of Willow! How could you even think I would be jealous of Will, just because he's over there with her...and not...here by me...annoying me..." Buffy trailed off. Xander crossed his arms and sighed. He then said,
"You know how some people hate to say 'I told you so?' Not me. I told you so."
End Part One
Willow was fidgeting. She had no idea what to do with her hands or where to rest her eyes.
Where to look!? Where to look!? Spike, on the other hand, was cool and collected. He took a deep breath and said,
"Why are you so nervous around me?" Willow was shocked. She didn't know how to answer the question. As a matter of fact, she didn't want to answer the question. The Wicca tried to shrug it off, but the peroxided pest insisted that she answer.
"Come on, Red. Why?"
"I don't know. Maybe it's because you tried to kill us numerous times..." Willow tried her best to sound offended, but it just wasn't working out. Spike smiled his usual "Look at me, I'm the Big Bad" smile.
"I know that's not it. Truth, Red. Spit it out." Spike had his hands resting lightly on her waist, which made Willow a tad uncomfortable.
"It's this thing with Buffy, isn't it?" Spike glanced around the room, unsure of what he should do next.
"No! Not at all!" She lied. Spike gave her the "I know you are lying" stare. Willow, in turn, tried to make a quick recovery.
"Ok. Well, maybe a little. It's just that...well. I know you like her and all that, but I think you're going at it all wrong." Willow knew he was confused when his eyes tried to focus on her like she wasn't even there. Like when she had dressed up for a ghost that Halloween, and then everyone turned into their costumes.
"Please explain." Spike said.
"I just mean that going through her underwear drawer and taking her favorite blue cashmere sweater, and don't try to tell me that you don't have that because I know you do, isn't the way to Buffy's heart. Whoa. Deja-vu!"
"Ok. You're giving me insight to the Slayer's twisted mind. If she knew you were doing this she'd-" Willow cut him off,
"And don't call her 'Slayer.' She really hates it. And don't use any of those British terms like... 'luv' or 'pet.' She is not Drusilla."
The two carried on their conversation as the song came to an end. Spike escorted Willow back to Tara, when Buffy stepped in and pulled Willow off to the bathroom.
"Ok, Will. Spill it. What did you two talk about?"
"I promised not to tell." Willow tucked her hair behind her ear, as she usually did when she was refusing to tell something.
"Willow...come on! I have to know! Was it about me?"
"Not everything Spike says is about you, Buffy."
"Ah ha! It was about me! What did you tell him?!"
"I simply told him that stealing your clothes wasn't the way to your heart." Willow stated calmly.
"Ok...what else?"
"I told him that if he really cared for you, he would treat you nicely and try not to be annoying..."
"You told him how to date me?!" Buffy was a little tipped off at her best friend. After all, Willow knew how much Buffy disliked Spike.
"No, not really. Well, yeah ok. Maybe I did. He was just so polite and charming. Not at all like himself. I think he has a good side, Buffy. And I also think he's afraid to show it around you because he thinks that if he did, it wouldn't be good enough for you."
"He is a killer, Will!"
"Oh, yeah. I noticed how many innocent blood packages he's maimed lately." Willow said sarcastically.
"That's not what I meant." Buffy said while placing her hands on her hips.
"Then what did you mean? Because, frankly, I don't think you are giving him a fair chance. He's been doing a lot for us lately and we've given him the cold shoulder. But he keeps trying. I can't believe you don't see that."
Buffy was speechless. Willow did have a point. Maybe she should start being a little nicer to Spike. Starting tomorrow,
"Ok, Will. I see your point, and I will start being nicer to Spike starting tomorrow."
"No, starting right now. I want you to go out there and be civilized. Don't go 'Cave Slayer' on us."
The two girls walked back to the table to find that Tara, Anya, and Xander were out on the dance floor. Spike was sitting alone at the table with a cup of coffee and some sort of pastry. Willow decided that this was their chance to try to start working things out.
"I'm gonna go join the rest of the gang Buffy."
"Yeah. Ok. Sounds like fun." Buffy started to follow, but Willow put a hand on her shoulder signaling that she was supposed to talk to Spike. Buffy inhaled and turned around.
"Hey Spike. Whatcha eatin'?" Buffy calmly sank into her chair.
"Oh. I'm not. While you and Willow were in the bathroom, Xander told me that this was your favorite...so..." Spike pushed the pastry and coffee over to Buffy who smiled slightly and murmured a quiet thank-you. The table was quiet for a minute, before the two started to talk at the same time. The both smiled at eachother and Buffy said,
"You first."
"I was just gonna say that I owe you a few things. Like your sweater. So you can stop by my crypt anytime and pick them up."
Buffy nodded and then made a decision not to say what she was going to.
"What were you going to say?"
Oh, only that I'm just being nice to you because Willow told me to. Instead Buffy said,
"It's not important." Another moment of silence before Buffy said,
"Um. We could go now. To, ya know, get my stuff." Spike was a little taken back by her comment, but quickly agreed. Buffy told Willow that she was going to get her stuff from Spike's crypt and left.
End Part 2
TBC-More soon! Please be patient!