Part 9

Part 9

The next day….

"Bloody hell! Open up already! You don't want the best man to be a pile of dust now do you? What would the guests think of that?" yelled a blanket covered Spike.

Inside Xander's apartment, Xander had been sleeping, but was rudely awakened by Spike's yelling through the door.

"C'mon now Harris, I can hurt ya! Got that bloody chip out now, and I swear, if you don't open this door in one second I'll.."

Just then the door flew open and Xander was standing there in his Charlie Brown and Snoopy pajamas, looking pissed.

"Spike, shut up, you wouldn't hurt me, if you did, you'd have to deal with an extremely pissed off Anya, which, no one wants to deal with," said Xander. "So what are you doing here?"

"You *did* send me an invitation you stupid bloke. Remember?" asked Spike, very annoyed.

"Oh yeah, that..come on in Spike, but don't try anything funny."

"Oh don't worry, the only funny thing here is your pajamas," laughed Spike.

"Not a word to anyone, or you'll end up as the dusty best man."

"Ohhh, I'm shaking with fear," said Spike sarcastically.

Once inside, Spike threw the blanket onto the couch and walked straight to the fridge.

"What do you think you're doing?" asked Xander.

"What does it look like I'm doin? I'm makin myself some of em lil spicy wings you bloody idiot," said Spike as he opened up the frozen chicken wings box and popped them into the microwave. "Probly gonna be here a while, might as well have myself a snack."

"You are one strange vampire," said Xander.

"You wouldn't happen to have any blood would you? Noticed the wheetabix in your cabinet.."

"Spike that's enough…no blood…let's just talk about the wedding.

"4,3,2,1, ding!" yelled Spike as he opened up the microwave. "I love these things, bloody genius whoever invented em."

Spike and Xander walked over to the couch to sit. Once there, the awkward talking began.

"Ya know, one might consider this to be a friend thing…but we're not friends, right?" asked Xander.

"Bloody hope not, I mean, I can't go around bein friends with a poof wannabe who wears dog pajamas."

"Hey, these aren't just some dog pajamas, these are Snoopy pajamas Mr.! Learn the difference!" yelled Xander.

"Right then, let's just get this clear, we're not friends, we're just here because of one thing, the wedding and Buffy..we are NOT friends," said Spike, almost as if he was trying to convince himself more than Xander.

"Yeah, we're not amigos…friends..man, now Anya has me talking Spanish too."

"Women, I'll never understand em."

"Me either. Hey Spike?" asked Xander.

"Yeah Harris?"

"Can I have a wing?"

"Sure" said Spike.

"Ya know Spike, I think this could be the start of a beautiful friendship."

"Yeah, me too Harris, me too."

And with that they continued on talking about everything, the wedding, Buffy, Anya, the best man's job, they even planned the Bachelor party. Hours passed by and finally at sunset, Spike said his final good byes to Xander.

"Hey Harris, just wanted to let ya know I had a pretty good time today."

"Me too Spike, never thought you and me would be able to sit together in a room for more than five minutes without killing each other," said Xander.

"Truce?" asked Spike.

"Truce," said Xander.

And with that, Spike was off, on his way back to his crypt, with a smile on his face, one that had been showing up more than usual lately. And he didn't mind it at all.

End Part 9