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Part 2
The next morning was the start of the official activities. Xander brought his sleepy, yet chipper group to their first scheduled activity. Wesley Wyndham-Pryce was in charge of Puzzle-thon. Puzzle-thon was an area of the camp set aside with fill-in puzzles, crossword puzzles, logic problems, 500-piece jig saw puzzles, Where's Waldo books, Gameboys which only contained the game Tetris, etc.
"Hey, Wes!" Xander clapped his hand on Wesley's back. "How's it going?"
Wesley scowled. "Someone has already stolen Crosswords for Beginners. Now all I have are intermediate, hard, and very hard. Bloody children." Wes glared at Oscar who was tearing into a lego set.
"Ah, Wes. It can't be that bad. I mean, don't they steal the beginner's crosswords every year? And don't they always return it half done?" Xander was smiling.
Wesley narrowed his eyes. "That doesn't make it less bothersome," he said as he picked up a puzzle piece from the ground. "Oh well, I just wish they weren't so predictable. But," Wesley said, turning to Xander wit a smirk. "This year I planned better. I already filled in half of them myself."
Xander laughed, and settled down with a Where's Waldo book.
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Lunch came and went, as did the afternoon's horseback riding lessons. Rupert Giles had convinced the entire group that if you could only canter you were a wanker. He also stressed if they weren't galloping by the next lesson, they would forever be at stable cleaner status.
Throughout the lesson, Giles could be heard mumbling, "They should all be ashamed of themselves. If they thought they had accomplished something extraordinary by merely cantering, then they should also think people who sat on the sidelines were responsible for winning of the game."
Xander and his group were all stiff legged and saddle-sore by the time dinner arrived.
Xander, carrying his plate of chow, looked for and found Willow sitting on the grass with her group. Indicating to his group they were to sit within twenty feet of him at all times, he sat beside Willow.
"Wills, how's it goin?" Xander asked, as he gingerly sat on the ground. Grimacing as he realized he had sat too fast and the dull aching went to painful throbbing.
Willow looked at him with sympathy. "Horseback riding today?"
Xander nodded.
Ten minutes later, Willow having filled him in on the troublesome Night Attenders she had, all of which were werewolves who had been sniffing around and had gobbled up everyone's snack stores, Xander noticed the sun dip below the horizon.
The Night Attenders and their counselors would soon be arriving for their breakfasts. An unpleasant earthy smell arose because of all the blood, but Xander did not mind as much as he had in previous years.
Using just his eyes he scanned the incoming crowds. He felt a sharp pain on his arm.
"Ouch! Willow! You really have to stop pinching me! I was looking…" Xander's words were cut off when he saw who was standing before him with a perplexed yet amused expression.
"Hey, Spike," Xander squeaked.
Spike smiled. "Hi, Xander. Hi, Willow," Spike plopped himself down across from Xander.
Seeing Spike sip his blood with a spoon from a bowl did not bother Xander as much as he thought it would. Maybe it was because of the way he could just barely make out Spike's pink tongue whenever a sip was taken.
Xander tuned in enough to make light chatter with the other two. They were talking about the absurdity and the overbearingness that was Giles and his horseback lessons, when a lumbering Night Counselor sat next to Spike.
Spike sighed. "Hello, Angel."
Xander did not like how close Angel was to Spike. It made him nervous and jealous. "Hi there! I'm Xander!" Xander stuck out his hand. Angel nodded and took his hand, but released it quickly to continue his meal.
Willow frowned and said, "H-hi. So you're a friend of Spike's?"
Spike scoffed and continued eating his meal, as Angel just nodded.
Spike kept glancing at Xander apologetically though, which filled Xander with pride. He's making sure that I realize that Angel is not a threat to our future happiness, Xander thought. Okay, maybe not. He's probably just annoyed that his friend is not exactly being friendly.
The group noticed Angel's very visible perk-up when Wesley Wyndahm-Pryce sat beside Xander.
Wesley was red faced for most of the conversation. Probably from a hard day at Puzzle-thon, Xander thought.
Willow and Spike, however, were less oblivious. They each noticed the looks and the quiet comments pass between the hulking Angel and the soft spoken Puzzle-thon manager.
The group had broken up when Richard Wilkins voice once again boomed over the loudspeakers, "Okay, Night Attenders. Time for your activities to begin! Have rip roaring hullabaloo of a time!"
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The next few days passed quickly. Xander's group had split into its natural groups of friends, while Oscar would still find things to go into hysterics about. Only his nightly dinner meetings with Willow and Spike were keeping Xander sane.
As Xander was preparing for bed on the sixth night, his stomach rumbled. Dinner had been several hours long over with. Deciding the best option would be a twinkie before bed, Xander got into his private stores. Making sure all the campers were asleep and lights were out, Xander went outside to sit on the stairs leading to the cabin door.
As he sat there with half a twinkie in his mouth, Xander was pondering the day, when he spotted a flurry of movement. He sharply inhaled, causing the partially chewed twinkie to go down the wrong way.
As he was coughing he felt a hand patting his back. "Sorry, mate. Didn't mean to scare you."
Xander turned his frown on Spike who was now sitting beside him with a slightly worried expression. Xander cleared his throat again, because it felt extremely grainy and raw now.
"Thanks so much, Spike. I was trying to be a little covert here, and what happens? I am in the current state of dry heavedom. And as ambassador of such, I can diplomatically tell you that you suck…literally." Xander rolled his eyes and took another bite of his twinkie. In truth, he just wanted Spike's hand back on his back.
"Sorry, forgot you couldn't see as well as I can," Spike muttered quietly. "Didn't mean to scare ya."
Xander sighed, and finished off the rest of his twinkie. Around the mushy mass in his mouth he said, "It's okay, Spike."
Now that he could call Spike his friend, Xander had begun to feel more at ease with his crush. He didn't feel the need to constantly drift off into dream realms every time he was around the vampire; only occasional slow motion moments now invaded his reality.
After the initial twinkie coughing, apology and forgiveness, they both sat back and enjoyed the night. They remained sitting in companionable silence for ten minutes or so when a whistling and flustered Angel came tramping by.
"Where are you off to in such a tizzy, ponce?" Spike asked, with a knowing smirk.
Angel glared. "Not that it's any of your business, but Puzzle-thon. I promised Wes I'd keep him company while he has night duty. I was supposed to be there half an hour ago. We're about halfway through the castle puzzle. And after we finish the castle puzzle, we're going to do the fruit puzzle." Angel was now grinning madly. Catching Xander and Spike's mirrored amused looks and raised eyebrows, he tilted his head up slightly and said, "Well, some of us enjoy doing puzzles."
After Angel huffily stomped off, Xander and Spike let loose the giggles that had been building.
"You know," Spike stated, between giggles. "If they start having us pass notes I swear, I'll dust Angel myself."
Xander snorted he was laughing so hard, which caused Spike to laugh harder. Their laugh cycle repeated for a few minutes, until they heard the tell-tale noise that someone was awake inside Xander's cabin.
Wiping the tears that had started falling, Xander stood and stretched. Turning to Spike he said, "I better get inside. I don't want a mutiny on my hands on top of being tired tomorrow."
Spike was smiling softly. "Yeah, all right."
Xander smiled back. "It's been fun."
Spike stood and spoke. "See you tomorrow at breakfast. Well, dinner for you."
Xander looked away shyly, and then back to the smiling vampire. "Yep. See you then."
Minutes later Xander was lying on his bunk lazily going over every second of those precious, quiet moments spent with Spike on the stairs.
TBC...
Disclaimers, etc. in part 1
Part 2
The next morning was the start of the official activities. Xander brought his sleepy, yet chipper group to their first scheduled activity. Wesley Wyndham-Pryce was in charge of Puzzle-thon. Puzzle-thon was an area of the camp set aside with fill-in puzzles, crossword puzzles, logic problems, 500-piece jig saw puzzles, Where's Waldo books, Gameboys which only contained the game Tetris, etc.
"Hey, Wes!" Xander clapped his hand on Wesley's back. "How's it going?"
Wesley scowled. "Someone has already stolen Crosswords for Beginners. Now all I have are intermediate, hard, and very hard. Bloody children." Wes glared at Oscar who was tearing into a lego set.
"Ah, Wes. It can't be that bad. I mean, don't they steal the beginner's crosswords every year? And don't they always return it half done?" Xander was smiling.
Wesley narrowed his eyes. "That doesn't make it less bothersome," he said as he picked up a puzzle piece from the ground. "Oh well, I just wish they weren't so predictable. But," Wesley said, turning to Xander wit a smirk. "This year I planned better. I already filled in half of them myself."
Xander laughed, and settled down with a Where's Waldo book.
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Lunch came and went, as did the afternoon's horseback riding lessons. Rupert Giles had convinced the entire group that if you could only canter you were a wanker. He also stressed if they weren't galloping by the next lesson, they would forever be at stable cleaner status.
Throughout the lesson, Giles could be heard mumbling, "They should all be ashamed of themselves. If they thought they had accomplished something extraordinary by merely cantering, then they should also think people who sat on the sidelines were responsible for winning of the game."
Xander and his group were all stiff legged and saddle-sore by the time dinner arrived.
Xander, carrying his plate of chow, looked for and found Willow sitting on the grass with her group. Indicating to his group they were to sit within twenty feet of him at all times, he sat beside Willow.
"Wills, how's it goin?" Xander asked, as he gingerly sat on the ground. Grimacing as he realized he had sat too fast and the dull aching went to painful throbbing.
Willow looked at him with sympathy. "Horseback riding today?"
Xander nodded.
Ten minutes later, Willow having filled him in on the troublesome Night Attenders she had, all of which were werewolves who had been sniffing around and had gobbled up everyone's snack stores, Xander noticed the sun dip below the horizon.
The Night Attenders and their counselors would soon be arriving for their breakfasts. An unpleasant earthy smell arose because of all the blood, but Xander did not mind as much as he had in previous years.
Using just his eyes he scanned the incoming crowds. He felt a sharp pain on his arm.
"Ouch! Willow! You really have to stop pinching me! I was looking…" Xander's words were cut off when he saw who was standing before him with a perplexed yet amused expression.
"Hey, Spike," Xander squeaked.
Spike smiled. "Hi, Xander. Hi, Willow," Spike plopped himself down across from Xander.
Seeing Spike sip his blood with a spoon from a bowl did not bother Xander as much as he thought it would. Maybe it was because of the way he could just barely make out Spike's pink tongue whenever a sip was taken.
Xander tuned in enough to make light chatter with the other two. They were talking about the absurdity and the overbearingness that was Giles and his horseback lessons, when a lumbering Night Counselor sat next to Spike.
Spike sighed. "Hello, Angel."
Xander did not like how close Angel was to Spike. It made him nervous and jealous. "Hi there! I'm Xander!" Xander stuck out his hand. Angel nodded and took his hand, but released it quickly to continue his meal.
Willow frowned and said, "H-hi. So you're a friend of Spike's?"
Spike scoffed and continued eating his meal, as Angel just nodded.
Spike kept glancing at Xander apologetically though, which filled Xander with pride. He's making sure that I realize that Angel is not a threat to our future happiness, Xander thought. Okay, maybe not. He's probably just annoyed that his friend is not exactly being friendly.
The group noticed Angel's very visible perk-up when Wesley Wyndahm-Pryce sat beside Xander.
Wesley was red faced for most of the conversation. Probably from a hard day at Puzzle-thon, Xander thought.
Willow and Spike, however, were less oblivious. They each noticed the looks and the quiet comments pass between the hulking Angel and the soft spoken Puzzle-thon manager.
The group had broken up when Richard Wilkins voice once again boomed over the loudspeakers, "Okay, Night Attenders. Time for your activities to begin! Have rip roaring hullabaloo of a time!"
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The next few days passed quickly. Xander's group had split into its natural groups of friends, while Oscar would still find things to go into hysterics about. Only his nightly dinner meetings with Willow and Spike were keeping Xander sane.
As Xander was preparing for bed on the sixth night, his stomach rumbled. Dinner had been several hours long over with. Deciding the best option would be a twinkie before bed, Xander got into his private stores. Making sure all the campers were asleep and lights were out, Xander went outside to sit on the stairs leading to the cabin door.
As he sat there with half a twinkie in his mouth, Xander was pondering the day, when he spotted a flurry of movement. He sharply inhaled, causing the partially chewed twinkie to go down the wrong way.
As he was coughing he felt a hand patting his back. "Sorry, mate. Didn't mean to scare you."
Xander turned his frown on Spike who was now sitting beside him with a slightly worried expression. Xander cleared his throat again, because it felt extremely grainy and raw now.
"Thanks so much, Spike. I was trying to be a little covert here, and what happens? I am in the current state of dry heavedom. And as ambassador of such, I can diplomatically tell you that you suck…literally." Xander rolled his eyes and took another bite of his twinkie. In truth, he just wanted Spike's hand back on his back.
"Sorry, forgot you couldn't see as well as I can," Spike muttered quietly. "Didn't mean to scare ya."
Xander sighed, and finished off the rest of his twinkie. Around the mushy mass in his mouth he said, "It's okay, Spike."
Now that he could call Spike his friend, Xander had begun to feel more at ease with his crush. He didn't feel the need to constantly drift off into dream realms every time he was around the vampire; only occasional slow motion moments now invaded his reality.
After the initial twinkie coughing, apology and forgiveness, they both sat back and enjoyed the night. They remained sitting in companionable silence for ten minutes or so when a whistling and flustered Angel came tramping by.
"Where are you off to in such a tizzy, ponce?" Spike asked, with a knowing smirk.
Angel glared. "Not that it's any of your business, but Puzzle-thon. I promised Wes I'd keep him company while he has night duty. I was supposed to be there half an hour ago. We're about halfway through the castle puzzle. And after we finish the castle puzzle, we're going to do the fruit puzzle." Angel was now grinning madly. Catching Xander and Spike's mirrored amused looks and raised eyebrows, he tilted his head up slightly and said, "Well, some of us enjoy doing puzzles."
After Angel huffily stomped off, Xander and Spike let loose the giggles that had been building.
"You know," Spike stated, between giggles. "If they start having us pass notes I swear, I'll dust Angel myself."
Xander snorted he was laughing so hard, which caused Spike to laugh harder. Their laugh cycle repeated for a few minutes, until they heard the tell-tale noise that someone was awake inside Xander's cabin.
Wiping the tears that had started falling, Xander stood and stretched. Turning to Spike he said, "I better get inside. I don't want a mutiny on my hands on top of being tired tomorrow."
Spike was smiling softly. "Yeah, all right."
Xander smiled back. "It's been fun."
Spike stood and spoke. "See you tomorrow at breakfast. Well, dinner for you."
Xander looked away shyly, and then back to the smiling vampire. "Yep. See you then."
Minutes later Xander was lying on his bunk lazily going over every second of those precious, quiet moments spent with Spike on the stairs.
TBC...