Part 8

Part 8

The sun had just set, and Spike was lying on the tomb in his crypt, just thinking. Thinking about that kiss, last night at the coffee shop, and how strange Buffy had been acting lately.

"Women…I've been around for over 120 years, and I still can't figure 'em out."

Spike was interrupted from his nagging thoughts of Buffy by a knock at his crypt door.

"Now who the hell would be knocking on my door? Must not want me dead, if they did, they woulda just came in already," thought Spike.

He walked over to the door, and opened it, but no one was there.

"Well, that's strange..wait, what am I talking about? This is a Hellmouth, stranger things have happened," said Spike.

Spike was about to close the door when he looked down and spotted a pink and turquoise sombrero shaped envelope just laying there on the floor, with *his* name on it.

"What the bloody hell is this?" said Spike.

He picked it up, and walked inside. He inspected it for a moment, but then decided to open it. He was in for the surprise of his life…

"Xander Harris and Anya soon to be Harris ask of your presence at their Wedding Fiesta on the Twenty Second of January, Two Thousand and Two. Reception starts at Sundown at the Sunnydale Sombrero Society. For directions, and if allergic to tacos, please call Anya at 555-1387. R.S.V.P by January 1st." Spike read aloud.

"What is this? This has to be some sort of a joke…bloody lame one if you ask me…alright, you got me, c'mon out," yelled Spike. But no one came out. He looked into the envelope and saw that there was another paper in there.

He started reading, "Spike, trust me, I am so regretting this right now, but I have no choice…I want you to be my best man. You're probably laughing your head off right now, and laugh all you want, but I'm serious. I want you to come to our wedding. Anya wants you there, Dawn wants you there, hell even *I* want you there, but the one person who really wants you there is none other than Buffy herself."

"Oh he's got to be kidding…" thought Spike, and continued to read.

"And no, Spike, I'm not kidding. I'm being serious bricklayer now. We have a tux for you and a sombrero, so you don't need to buy anything, well, maybe a brush, but.."

"Bloody hell I have good hair! It's the poof who has the bad hair!" yelled Spike.

"Just give us a call, wait, you don't have a phone so that wont happen…so just stop by my place or the magic box..and Spike? Don't tell Buffy…it's a surprise." And with that Spike read the last and was even more confused than before.

"Buffy wants me there? The Slay…*Buffy* wants me there! But why? And now I have to look like a nancy boy in a tux…but who cares? Buffy wants me there!" yelled Spike with a smile on his face, a smile he's never smiled before in his life…one of pure happiness.

He was about to go over to Xander's and talk to him about the wedding when he saw a small business card fall out of the envelope.

"Enrico's Casa de la danza, Enricos house of dance," translated Spike. And on the back there was writing, "Spike-call him, because you gotta learn the Macarena in on week-Xander," read Spike. "What the bloody hell is the Macarena???"

At the Summers' home, dinner was being eaten, but Buffy could do anything but eat.

"Buffy, what's wrong, why aren't you eating the spaghetti I made?" asked Dawn. "Is it not good?" she asked with hurt in her eyes.

"No Dawn, no, it's not that, it's delicious I'm sure.." said Buffy. "But, I can't really eat right now, I have a lot on my mind."

"Like…..?" asked Dawn.

"Like things you wouldn't understand," said Buffy.

"Buffy, I can't stand this! You treat me like I'm a child! I'm fifteen! And I've really matured a lot over the past year! I mean, losing your mother and and your sister and figuring out you've been alive for less than a year can do that to you," said Dawn harshly.

"Dawn, please not now…" pleaded Buffy.

"I'm sorry, it's just…please tell me?"

"Okay, I'm sorry, you're right I shouldn't be keeping things from you…It's Spike…" started Buffy.

"Spike! Is he okay? You didn't hurt him did you?" asked Dawn almost accusingly.

"No, Dawn, calm down, Spike's fine, god Spike is fine…" said Buffy, "Too fine," she thought.

"So, then what it is?"

"Well, I think I'm falling in lov.." said Buffy, but was cut off by Dawn.

"Love!? You L-O-V-E S-P-I-K-E?!" asked Dawn.

"Yes, I think I do, I really think I do."

"Oh my god! This is great!" exclaimed Dawn. "I mean he loves you, you love him, and wow you LOVE Spike!"

Buffy laughed, for once she was happy. Happy with her life, the way things were going, and she smiled, a smile she hadn't smiled in a long time..a smile of love.

"Well Dawn, I think it's time to clean up."

"No, not yet..this calls for celebration!" cheered Dawn.

"Celebration…Dawn, Spike doesn't even know how I feel about him…he probably still thinks I hate his guts," said Buffy.

"Don't go all doom and gloom on me…while you were out patrolling tonight, I had the time to make something."

"Really..wow my little sis is very domestic isn't she?"

"Well, it's nothing really…just a simple pie," said Dawn.

"Mmmmm, I love pie, what kind?" asked Buffy anxiously.

"Chocolate and whipped cream."

"Whi..Whipped cream?!" yelled Buffy.

But instead of getting upset..she smiled, stuck her finger in her piece, and licked the whipped cream off her finger, naughty thoughts of Spike going through her head.

"How is it?" asked Dawn.

"Yummier than you could everimagine," said Buffy. And with that, she continued to eat, with Spike in her mind with every lick she took.