Silver Spoons
A/n: Hey, everybody. First of all, thanks a million times to anyone that left reviews. You kick serious, major, complete ass, and you get cookies for that. Anyways, I got some reviews from people that said they were confused about the whole Buffy being a valley girl thing. Well, in my story, she wasn't supposed to be, so if she came off like that, then I'm sorry. Also; Cordelia isn't a total snobby bitch in my story, hence the whole friendship with Willow. This is an A/U fiction, people, and I told you that some things wouldn't make sense. I'm sorry if I confused you, but now things are all fan-fucking-tastic again. So. That's it. Read, review, and don't forget to join the Riley Haters Anoymous Club, otherwise known as Riley is a Dick. Yes, I just said that, and no, you can't do anything. Nyah-nyah-nyah-nyah-nyah! Mwuahahahaha!
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"Hello, Mrs. Finn. Can I talk to Riley?"
Pause, sigh in exasperation.
"Well, when can I reach him?"
Pause again, roll eyes, silently curse Riley's small balls to fall off.
"Okay then, just tell him that Buffy called."
Pause once more, eyes widen, blood starts boiling.
"Who's Buffy? I'm his girlfriend!"
Pause yet again, grip the phone is surprising vise-like strength.
"No, not the brunette. I'm blonde, and I'm proud of it. What am I talking about? Never mind. Listen, I'll just call back later. Bye."
Buffy clicked the phone shut, and stomped over to her nightstand. She slammed it onto the cluttered wood surface, and tried to control her simpering anger. This summer had not started out the way she had planned it. First Riley lied to her, then she finds a new mortal enemy in her friend's cousin. And to top it off, Riley was seemingly avoiding her calls, which was quite irritating, as she had to interrogate him harshly before she decided whether or not to dump his sorry ass. The only thing keeping her from doing so right now was her doubt at his infidelity and the small shred of love she felt for him still residing in her heart. The heart that had been unknowingly cold and empty for a long time now, coming out in rare form yesterday night when she had blasted William for taunting her childishly.
I am a bitch. The biggest. The hugest ever. But he was an asshole, and I'm not apologizing until he does. Even if he tries to hypnotize me again with those amazing baby blues. Nope, not even breaking out a sweat trying. I can wait this thing out forever, until he admits he was wrong. Yep. Not even thinking about him. Or the color blue. Or blonde hair. Or England.
Buffy slumped unhappily onto her unmade bed, severely wishing she could start the whole summer over. Flopping a hand dramatically over her head, she sighed loudly and wallowed in her own misery and boredom. She heard the phone shrill loudly, and slowly got up to get it. Most likely, it was either Angel, Cordy, or Willow, all wanting to question her about the night before. She was still angry, insulted, and a little embarrassed over it, and was in no mood to discuss the finer points of her trashy vocabulary that had popped up considerately last night. But the phone kept ringing, and she willed her body to answer it. Finally she picked it up, and held it up to her ear.
"Hello?"
"Buffy! I so need to talk to you!" the voice said loudly back at her. Cringing slightly, Buffy stifled a groan as she recognized the voice as Cordelia's. Cordy would question her endlessly, demanding answers and ordering the two teenagers to apologize. Silently, she accepted her fate of having her ear chewed off by the rabid, relationship dog otherwise known as Cordelia.
"What about, my dear friend Cordy?"
"What about? What about? You know exactly what about, Miss Summers!" Cordy yelled incredulously back at her. Okay, I bet she's already foaming at the mouth, eyes wide, nostrils flaring. Beckoning crazily with one hand, pacing the floor of her bedroom. Little did Buffy know, Cordelia was doing almost exactly these things.
"I seem to remember a certain girl getting into a rough yelling match with my English cousin. And I'm here to find out why it happened, how I could fix it, and how soon to plan your first date with him," Cordy stated quickly, tone laced with light teasing. She missed Buffy's loud sigh, finished off with the trademark eye rolling.
"Whatever Cordy. I still maintain, no matter what he said, that he started it all. Taunting me, smirking at me, it's all his fault! I merely retaliated, and he freaks out. How was I supposed to know that he had a crazy temper?" Buffy cried, eyes widening. Willing herself to relax, she methodically began counting to ten, waiting for Cordy to process the information.
"Okay, okay, I'll admit that Spike does have a crazy temper."
"Spike? Who's Spike? I'm talking about your English cousin Cordy, about yey-high, with bleached hair and blue eyes-"
"Relax, relax. Spike is William. William is Spike. It's a nickname that I have for him, just like he has one for me. We made them up when we were kids, and they just stuck ever since. Only his closest friends call him Spike though, but I don't think he would mind if you did," Cordy said, almost wryly, and it prompted Buffy to sigh again.
"Okay, okay, enough with the whole name thing. Just tell him to apologize to me, and then I'll apologize to him, and we could be dandy-"
"He's not apologizing to you first," Cordelia cut in, voice short. Buffy stopped, forehead creasing in mild confusion.
"What? Why the heck not?"
"Because, Buff, he said that you started it all, though he won't tell me how this whole thing got started. No one will. I distinctly recall him calling you a slutty little snob that needed to be taught some manners. Of course, he didn't say it exactly in those words. He added some bloody somethings and sodding others- anyways, um, yeah. So, after you apologize, he will, too."
"No! I won't Cordy, I swear I won't do it first! Fuck him." Buffy shot back, defiant and set in her words. Cordelia sighed in resignation, and Buffy was almost tempted to reassure the girl that she would do it. After all, it wasn't Cordy's fault that her cousin had an English pickle (?) stuck up his nice ass- uh, peroxide ass.
"Fine Buffy, you two can fight forever. He's extremely stubborn, but then again, so are you. Do whatever you want, I don't care." Cordelia said irritably, and Buffy replied her thanks. Effectively changing the subject, Cordelia's tone brightened considerably.
"Hey Buffy, you wanna go Bronzing tomorrow night? Willow, Oz, Faith and Angel are coming, and so is Xander. Make it a night with us?" Cordelia asked hopefully, purposely leaving out one huge detail.
"Sure, of course. You know I can't resist dancing."
"Good. I gotta go now. I dunno, but Xander and Spike really hit it off. The two are playing pool in my basement now, and I hear Xander calling. He probably got his stick caught up in the overhead light again," Cordelia laughed, and Buffy had to join in. The two friends said good-bye, and Buffy clicked off the phone again. Thinking for a few minutes, she promptly picked up the phone again and dialed a familiar number.
~*~*~*
"So that's it? That's the whole story?"
"Yep."
Xander was downstairs in Cordy's house, playing pool with William, or as he wanted to be called, Spike, discussing last night as they ate chips and drank beer. Xander was waiting for Spike to shoot next, listening to his explanation of the argument in the kitchen with Buffy. So far, he was confused, and scratching his head in thought. Spike noticed his harried look and pulled upright, wooden stick in hand. He made a 'what?' face to Xander, lifting up the other hand that was holding a cigarette. Xander shrugged, and leaned over the table, setting up his shot.
"Well, Spike my boy, it seems a little strange. You guys are talking, and then you're fighting, and then you stalk out of the room. Right. I completely see the point of your anger," Xander deadpanned, and Spike rolled his blue eyes.
"Alright Xander, that wasn't everything. Well, we were in the kitchen together, and before I knew she was such a bleedin' bitch, I thought she was hot, so I tried to kiss her. She didn't take to that to well, and I reacted a bit angrily. So we started yelling, and I saw her true prissy bint nature." Spike explained nonchalantly, shrugging his lean shoulder. Xander's eyes widened, and the ball he was trying to hit bounced off the table and hit the far wall loudly.
"You tried to kiss Buffy? But she has a boyfriend." Xander said, and Spike blanched, feeling like the worlds hugest asshole. Maybe that had been the reason she had backed off from him, eyes swirling with confusion and guilt. But even though he shouldn't have said what he did, it wasn't an excuse for the chit to get all mouthy and arrogant. It wouldn't have hurt to tell him that from the bloody beginning that she had a man, instead of causing him embarrassment and offense.
"Oh." Was all he said.
"Yeah. Riley Finn." Xander managed to muster up more disgust in the name then Spike could ever give to one. Spike had to laugh at the expression on Xander's face. "He is a total asshole. We all hate him, but still Buffy stays with him. I even caught him totally macking with another girl once, but I haven't told Buffy because she wouldn't believe me. I gave Riley a good threat, but I don't think he even cared."
Spike nodded, pretending he wasn't interested all that much, all the while hanging on to every word. Even though he hated the girl, he still didn't think anyone deserved a cheating mate. It had happened to him once, and he knew all the heartbreak and anger involved. But still, maybe this girl needed to be knocked of her high horse, and this could be just the means. Even if he did think she was cute, with the shiny hair and bright hazel eyes and sweet smile -which he never noticed at all- she might need a harsh wake up call that like wasn't all sunlight and roses.
"I see." Spike replied blandly, and Xander shot him a curious look, smile tugging at his lips and twinkle in his dark eyes.
"I'm sure you do, Spike."
"What the hell is that supposed to mean, Harris?"
"Nothing at all. It's just that, well, I think even though you're mad at Buffy, you've got a major thing for her. I can tell. And Cordy says I'm not sensitive. Please. I pick up on things about a person that they themselves didn't even know," Xander said, and Spike snorted. Sure, he had wanted to kiss the girl, and he had felt a strong connection the first time their eyes had met, but that was about it.
"Nope. Not at all."
"Sure Spike, sure," Xander scoffed, lining up another shot. Spike put out his cigarette and smirked widely.
"Well, she is hot though. Nice little body and cute face." Spike said, and Xander grinned at him, nodding in agree. He looked upward, as though thinking of Cordelia, but he quickly brought his gaze down again, grin huge.
"You are very right there, my friend. Buffy is very fine."
"Yeah, that's for bloody sure. Even though she is a bitch, she's a spitfire, and I bet she'd be wild in bed, eh Xander?" Spike said, chuckling. Xander nodded again almost wistfully as he straightened up, but he started laughing too.
"Don't let Cordy hear this stuff. Or else I'm dead, and I won't be seeing anyone's bed but my own," Xander cautioned, and the two burst into more laughter. Xander was holding his cue high, and all of a sudden is laughter came to an abrupt halt. Spike looked at him oddly, but then burst into fresh peals of laughter when he saw the problem. He was holding his side, still laughing, as Xander started whining.
"Cordy! Cordy, come down here. I got my pool stick caught in the light thing again!"
~*~*~*
"Well, I guess I can see your point. If he apologizes, than you will."
"Yeah. But I don't wanna talk about that anymore. I feel major migraine coming on, between him, Riley, and the Spanish Inquisition from Cordy."
Buffy and Willow walked into yet another store, already laden with several shopping bags. As Willow fingered a jean skirt on a rack, she turned back to Buffy with a wicked smile on her face.
"Even though he might be a jerk, he was totally cute," Willow said, and Buffy nodded in complete agree, smile on her own face. "That he was, Wils, that he completely was," Buffy answered coyly, and the two laughed once before turning back to the clothes.
"So, you going Bronzing with us tomorrow?" Willow asked her, and Buffy was eternally grateful for the change in subject. She nodded, and Willow nodded back. The two were silent as they sifted through clothes, until Buffy gasped in awe, pulling out a sexy, beautiful red dress. It was silky, fitted around the waist, the neckline low and V-shaped, which would cause the barest of cleavage to show. It was the hemline that was daring. Even though the bottom reached to about the knee, the slits on either side would reach up more then mid-thigh. It was appropriately dance wear.
Willow nodded in approval, clutching her own sexy dress. Even though it was more modest, it was still wild for Willow, and Buffy grinned. The two sped to the changing rooms, and slipped on their dresses. Looking in the mirrors, the two felt like goddesses.
"Definitely worthy for the Bronze tomorrow. I bet you'll have Oz stunned into actual speech, and I can pick up some cute guy," Buffy giggled, and Willow laughed too, mysterious twinkle in her green eyes.
She just didn't guess who that 'cute guy' would be. Willow smiled sneakily, and just nodded. Stepping back into the change room, she was entirely silent and acting as normal. She, Cordy, and Faith, were determined to make the two stubborn blondes see that fighting wasn't bad, yet simply meant that each had an abundance of fiery passion. And passion was a good thing.
*To be continued.
A/n: Well, there's another one, folks. Hope you liked it. I'll try to write another one soon, but I have a million other stories going on. Damn ideas. They just never stop. Ciao, charisma
A/n: Hey, everybody. First of all, thanks a million times to anyone that left reviews. You kick serious, major, complete ass, and you get cookies for that. Anyways, I got some reviews from people that said they were confused about the whole Buffy being a valley girl thing. Well, in my story, she wasn't supposed to be, so if she came off like that, then I'm sorry. Also; Cordelia isn't a total snobby bitch in my story, hence the whole friendship with Willow. This is an A/U fiction, people, and I told you that some things wouldn't make sense. I'm sorry if I confused you, but now things are all fan-fucking-tastic again. So. That's it. Read, review, and don't forget to join the Riley Haters Anoymous Club, otherwise known as Riley is a Dick. Yes, I just said that, and no, you can't do anything. Nyah-nyah-nyah-nyah-nyah! Mwuahahahaha!
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"Hello, Mrs. Finn. Can I talk to Riley?"
Pause, sigh in exasperation.
"Well, when can I reach him?"
Pause again, roll eyes, silently curse Riley's small balls to fall off.
"Okay then, just tell him that Buffy called."
Pause once more, eyes widen, blood starts boiling.
"Who's Buffy? I'm his girlfriend!"
Pause yet again, grip the phone is surprising vise-like strength.
"No, not the brunette. I'm blonde, and I'm proud of it. What am I talking about? Never mind. Listen, I'll just call back later. Bye."
Buffy clicked the phone shut, and stomped over to her nightstand. She slammed it onto the cluttered wood surface, and tried to control her simpering anger. This summer had not started out the way she had planned it. First Riley lied to her, then she finds a new mortal enemy in her friend's cousin. And to top it off, Riley was seemingly avoiding her calls, which was quite irritating, as she had to interrogate him harshly before she decided whether or not to dump his sorry ass. The only thing keeping her from doing so right now was her doubt at his infidelity and the small shred of love she felt for him still residing in her heart. The heart that had been unknowingly cold and empty for a long time now, coming out in rare form yesterday night when she had blasted William for taunting her childishly.
I am a bitch. The biggest. The hugest ever. But he was an asshole, and I'm not apologizing until he does. Even if he tries to hypnotize me again with those amazing baby blues. Nope, not even breaking out a sweat trying. I can wait this thing out forever, until he admits he was wrong. Yep. Not even thinking about him. Or the color blue. Or blonde hair. Or England.
Buffy slumped unhappily onto her unmade bed, severely wishing she could start the whole summer over. Flopping a hand dramatically over her head, she sighed loudly and wallowed in her own misery and boredom. She heard the phone shrill loudly, and slowly got up to get it. Most likely, it was either Angel, Cordy, or Willow, all wanting to question her about the night before. She was still angry, insulted, and a little embarrassed over it, and was in no mood to discuss the finer points of her trashy vocabulary that had popped up considerately last night. But the phone kept ringing, and she willed her body to answer it. Finally she picked it up, and held it up to her ear.
"Hello?"
"Buffy! I so need to talk to you!" the voice said loudly back at her. Cringing slightly, Buffy stifled a groan as she recognized the voice as Cordelia's. Cordy would question her endlessly, demanding answers and ordering the two teenagers to apologize. Silently, she accepted her fate of having her ear chewed off by the rabid, relationship dog otherwise known as Cordelia.
"What about, my dear friend Cordy?"
"What about? What about? You know exactly what about, Miss Summers!" Cordy yelled incredulously back at her. Okay, I bet she's already foaming at the mouth, eyes wide, nostrils flaring. Beckoning crazily with one hand, pacing the floor of her bedroom. Little did Buffy know, Cordelia was doing almost exactly these things.
"I seem to remember a certain girl getting into a rough yelling match with my English cousin. And I'm here to find out why it happened, how I could fix it, and how soon to plan your first date with him," Cordy stated quickly, tone laced with light teasing. She missed Buffy's loud sigh, finished off with the trademark eye rolling.
"Whatever Cordy. I still maintain, no matter what he said, that he started it all. Taunting me, smirking at me, it's all his fault! I merely retaliated, and he freaks out. How was I supposed to know that he had a crazy temper?" Buffy cried, eyes widening. Willing herself to relax, she methodically began counting to ten, waiting for Cordy to process the information.
"Okay, okay, I'll admit that Spike does have a crazy temper."
"Spike? Who's Spike? I'm talking about your English cousin Cordy, about yey-high, with bleached hair and blue eyes-"
"Relax, relax. Spike is William. William is Spike. It's a nickname that I have for him, just like he has one for me. We made them up when we were kids, and they just stuck ever since. Only his closest friends call him Spike though, but I don't think he would mind if you did," Cordy said, almost wryly, and it prompted Buffy to sigh again.
"Okay, okay, enough with the whole name thing. Just tell him to apologize to me, and then I'll apologize to him, and we could be dandy-"
"He's not apologizing to you first," Cordelia cut in, voice short. Buffy stopped, forehead creasing in mild confusion.
"What? Why the heck not?"
"Because, Buff, he said that you started it all, though he won't tell me how this whole thing got started. No one will. I distinctly recall him calling you a slutty little snob that needed to be taught some manners. Of course, he didn't say it exactly in those words. He added some bloody somethings and sodding others- anyways, um, yeah. So, after you apologize, he will, too."
"No! I won't Cordy, I swear I won't do it first! Fuck him." Buffy shot back, defiant and set in her words. Cordelia sighed in resignation, and Buffy was almost tempted to reassure the girl that she would do it. After all, it wasn't Cordy's fault that her cousin had an English pickle (?) stuck up his nice ass- uh, peroxide ass.
"Fine Buffy, you two can fight forever. He's extremely stubborn, but then again, so are you. Do whatever you want, I don't care." Cordelia said irritably, and Buffy replied her thanks. Effectively changing the subject, Cordelia's tone brightened considerably.
"Hey Buffy, you wanna go Bronzing tomorrow night? Willow, Oz, Faith and Angel are coming, and so is Xander. Make it a night with us?" Cordelia asked hopefully, purposely leaving out one huge detail.
"Sure, of course. You know I can't resist dancing."
"Good. I gotta go now. I dunno, but Xander and Spike really hit it off. The two are playing pool in my basement now, and I hear Xander calling. He probably got his stick caught up in the overhead light again," Cordelia laughed, and Buffy had to join in. The two friends said good-bye, and Buffy clicked off the phone again. Thinking for a few minutes, she promptly picked up the phone again and dialed a familiar number.
~*~*~*
"So that's it? That's the whole story?"
"Yep."
Xander was downstairs in Cordy's house, playing pool with William, or as he wanted to be called, Spike, discussing last night as they ate chips and drank beer. Xander was waiting for Spike to shoot next, listening to his explanation of the argument in the kitchen with Buffy. So far, he was confused, and scratching his head in thought. Spike noticed his harried look and pulled upright, wooden stick in hand. He made a 'what?' face to Xander, lifting up the other hand that was holding a cigarette. Xander shrugged, and leaned over the table, setting up his shot.
"Well, Spike my boy, it seems a little strange. You guys are talking, and then you're fighting, and then you stalk out of the room. Right. I completely see the point of your anger," Xander deadpanned, and Spike rolled his blue eyes.
"Alright Xander, that wasn't everything. Well, we were in the kitchen together, and before I knew she was such a bleedin' bitch, I thought she was hot, so I tried to kiss her. She didn't take to that to well, and I reacted a bit angrily. So we started yelling, and I saw her true prissy bint nature." Spike explained nonchalantly, shrugging his lean shoulder. Xander's eyes widened, and the ball he was trying to hit bounced off the table and hit the far wall loudly.
"You tried to kiss Buffy? But she has a boyfriend." Xander said, and Spike blanched, feeling like the worlds hugest asshole. Maybe that had been the reason she had backed off from him, eyes swirling with confusion and guilt. But even though he shouldn't have said what he did, it wasn't an excuse for the chit to get all mouthy and arrogant. It wouldn't have hurt to tell him that from the bloody beginning that she had a man, instead of causing him embarrassment and offense.
"Oh." Was all he said.
"Yeah. Riley Finn." Xander managed to muster up more disgust in the name then Spike could ever give to one. Spike had to laugh at the expression on Xander's face. "He is a total asshole. We all hate him, but still Buffy stays with him. I even caught him totally macking with another girl once, but I haven't told Buffy because she wouldn't believe me. I gave Riley a good threat, but I don't think he even cared."
Spike nodded, pretending he wasn't interested all that much, all the while hanging on to every word. Even though he hated the girl, he still didn't think anyone deserved a cheating mate. It had happened to him once, and he knew all the heartbreak and anger involved. But still, maybe this girl needed to be knocked of her high horse, and this could be just the means. Even if he did think she was cute, with the shiny hair and bright hazel eyes and sweet smile -which he never noticed at all- she might need a harsh wake up call that like wasn't all sunlight and roses.
"I see." Spike replied blandly, and Xander shot him a curious look, smile tugging at his lips and twinkle in his dark eyes.
"I'm sure you do, Spike."
"What the hell is that supposed to mean, Harris?"
"Nothing at all. It's just that, well, I think even though you're mad at Buffy, you've got a major thing for her. I can tell. And Cordy says I'm not sensitive. Please. I pick up on things about a person that they themselves didn't even know," Xander said, and Spike snorted. Sure, he had wanted to kiss the girl, and he had felt a strong connection the first time their eyes had met, but that was about it.
"Nope. Not at all."
"Sure Spike, sure," Xander scoffed, lining up another shot. Spike put out his cigarette and smirked widely.
"Well, she is hot though. Nice little body and cute face." Spike said, and Xander grinned at him, nodding in agree. He looked upward, as though thinking of Cordelia, but he quickly brought his gaze down again, grin huge.
"You are very right there, my friend. Buffy is very fine."
"Yeah, that's for bloody sure. Even though she is a bitch, she's a spitfire, and I bet she'd be wild in bed, eh Xander?" Spike said, chuckling. Xander nodded again almost wistfully as he straightened up, but he started laughing too.
"Don't let Cordy hear this stuff. Or else I'm dead, and I won't be seeing anyone's bed but my own," Xander cautioned, and the two burst into more laughter. Xander was holding his cue high, and all of a sudden is laughter came to an abrupt halt. Spike looked at him oddly, but then burst into fresh peals of laughter when he saw the problem. He was holding his side, still laughing, as Xander started whining.
"Cordy! Cordy, come down here. I got my pool stick caught in the light thing again!"
~*~*~*
"Well, I guess I can see your point. If he apologizes, than you will."
"Yeah. But I don't wanna talk about that anymore. I feel major migraine coming on, between him, Riley, and the Spanish Inquisition from Cordy."
Buffy and Willow walked into yet another store, already laden with several shopping bags. As Willow fingered a jean skirt on a rack, she turned back to Buffy with a wicked smile on her face.
"Even though he might be a jerk, he was totally cute," Willow said, and Buffy nodded in complete agree, smile on her own face. "That he was, Wils, that he completely was," Buffy answered coyly, and the two laughed once before turning back to the clothes.
"So, you going Bronzing with us tomorrow?" Willow asked her, and Buffy was eternally grateful for the change in subject. She nodded, and Willow nodded back. The two were silent as they sifted through clothes, until Buffy gasped in awe, pulling out a sexy, beautiful red dress. It was silky, fitted around the waist, the neckline low and V-shaped, which would cause the barest of cleavage to show. It was the hemline that was daring. Even though the bottom reached to about the knee, the slits on either side would reach up more then mid-thigh. It was appropriately dance wear.
Willow nodded in approval, clutching her own sexy dress. Even though it was more modest, it was still wild for Willow, and Buffy grinned. The two sped to the changing rooms, and slipped on their dresses. Looking in the mirrors, the two felt like goddesses.
"Definitely worthy for the Bronze tomorrow. I bet you'll have Oz stunned into actual speech, and I can pick up some cute guy," Buffy giggled, and Willow laughed too, mysterious twinkle in her green eyes.
She just didn't guess who that 'cute guy' would be. Willow smiled sneakily, and just nodded. Stepping back into the change room, she was entirely silent and acting as normal. She, Cordy, and Faith, were determined to make the two stubborn blondes see that fighting wasn't bad, yet simply meant that each had an abundance of fiery passion. And passion was a good thing.
*To be continued.
A/n: Well, there's another one, folks. Hope you liked it. I'll try to write another one soon, but I have a million other stories going on. Damn ideas. They just never stop. Ciao, charisma