Disclaimers, etc. in part 1
Part 3
Two days later Angel and Wesley shared their first kiss.
Xander and his group were at Puzzle-thon for the night session. Each cabin group was on a rotation of night and day activities. Most Night Attenders' events during the day, however, were inside large sun-proof tents.
Xander was keeping an eye on the campers, while he was playing with the Gameboy using his own smuggled game, Super Mario Land.
Angel and Wesley were working on the fruit puzzle, having completed the castle puzzle the night before. Wesley had made it so most of his Puzzle-thon time was spent there at night. He did enjoy the puzzles, but he enjoyed certain company even more.
Oscar went running by and knocked the fruit puzzle to the ground. Angel looked like smoke was about to come out of his ears, and Wesley just grit his teeth and sighed.
As Wesley stooped to the ground to pick up the pieces, he said, "Well, look on the bright side, Angel. We're already well aquainted with the pieces, and it shouldn't take near as long to put this back to where we left off."
Angel began picking up pieces too. "You're right, Wes. But still, all that hard work - Ouch! Are you okay, Wes?" Angel had turned too fast and his head had collided with Wes', causing the man topple over from his kneeling position.
"I'm fine, Angel," Wes said, as he lightly touched the newly formed knot on his noggin.
"Let me see," Angel gently prodded the injury.
"Angel really. I'm fine. Just a little -" Wes stopped. Angel's face was less than two inches from his own. Without considering their audience, Wesley leaned forward and pressed his own lips to the cool ones before him.
Wesley had never been one known for great first kisses, but because he was aware of this, he let Angel take the lead. However, Angel was in such a state, that his gameface appeared and he knicked Wesley's bottom lip with a fang.
Yelping, Wesley leaned back. Having thought there was a possibility that Angel had rejected him, he looked down nervously.
Angel put his hand underneath Wesley's chin, lifting the man's eyes. Angel smiled and leaned forward giving Wesley a proper, yet almost chaste smooch.
"As far as first kisses went," Xander said, "and on a scale of one to ten, that was a 1 and a half. The second kiss, however, I'm going to give a four."
Wesley looked around him and saw all the campers gawking and giggling at Angel and him. He stood quickly. "Yes, well." Wesley then remembered the reason he had been on the ground. He shared an embarrassed look with Angel and stooped back down, picking up the puzzle pieces.
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At dinner the next night, Xander sighed. Willow and Tara were being cute together, just like Angel and Wesley were. Spike was nowhere to be seen, and Xander was lonely.
Xander passed the rest of dinner in a somber mood. Willow kept trying to involve him in her and Tara's conversation, but Tara would get something on her cheek or make a cute sound and Willow would be distracted from her 'cheer up Xander' mission.
Xander remained in a melancholy mood until the next day. Dinner came around and Spike was there. Willow's and Tara's groups had evening horseback riding and would be in for the late dinner for Day Attenders, early lunch for Night Attenders.
"How's it goin Spike?" Xander resisted the urge to ask Spike where the hell he'd been the day before.
"It's goin, Xan. One of my Night Attenders got the wrong package, and ended up eating brownies with ganja in them. Then the idiot ran out into the sun. As you know, the sun and vampires don't mix. Someone got a blanket on 'im before he was dust, but he's very badly burnt. Had to call parents, and they couldn't arrive until after sundown. It was a right mess."
Xander patted Spike's back, and gave a squeeze to the back of the vampire's neck for good measure. Well, I got to cop a feel out of this, Xander thought.
Spike smiled. "So what's this I hear about the big poof and puzzle boy?"
Xander and Spike talked and laughed for the next hour about Angel and Wesley and about Willow and Tara. Spike apologized for not being there the dinner before, saving Xander from sap central.
"It's okay, Spike. Being forced to watch Angel and Wes all over one another was nicely counter balanced by the sweet and pure Willow and Tara."
Spike laughed.
Just then Oscar came running over with large frog. "Counselor Harris! Hide this please!" Oscar squealed while shoving the frog onto a surprised Xander's lap.
"Uh, why?" Xander frowned down at the frog. It looked rather travel worn.
"Because! Please, can you just take it back to the cabin? They'll catch me with him if you don't!"
Sighing, Xander stood, holding the frog. "Well, Spike. Duty calls. See you tomorrow." Xander turned, hearing Spike's, "Yeah, all right."
What Xander missed, however, was Spike's disappointed look.
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"Hey, Spike!" Willow came bouncing alongside Spike as he was headed toward the evening swimming lessons.
With a raised scarred eyebrow, he responded, "Hello, Willow. Or should I say Tigger?"
Willow giggled a little too loud, as if it was forced.
Sensing he was missing something, Spike slowed, stopped and turned to the fidgety girl. "What are you on?"
Willow smiled wide, but it didn't reach her eyes. She touched her tongue on her front teeth before talking. "Spike, um, I need to ask you something. And I'm not sure how you'll react or anything. Even though I do have some sort of an idea, well, Tara has an idea. Not that I've talked to Tara about this. She's the one who's brought it up…well, mostly. Um,"
Spike sighed. Willow had said nothing and would probably continue to do so. "Willow!" he nearly shouted.
Willow's eyes widened. "Um, yeah?"
"Point, luv."
Willow nodded slightly. "Right. The point. The point, how do I say this right? I wonder if there's a right way. Um, first, do you have a soul?"
Spike rolled his eyes, but was slightly hurt his friend didn't know him well enough to know. "Bloody hell, Red! I'm chipped! Have been sinc that soldier group came through two summers ago, and grabbed up some of us from camp. I've told you about that! I'm not bleedin souled. And besides, I still have my evil tendencies."
The red haired witch looked crestfallen. "Oh, Spike, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to imply that you're not a top notch vamp! Not at all. I just wasn't sure if you had a soul or not, cause you're kinda nicer to humans than most vamps. Well, I mean, uh. Vamps around here are semi-nice anyway because they're volunteers, and all of them are either a bit weird or are masters and have lots of control over their fangs. But, uh -" Willow looked lost. Remembering her purpose for questioning Spike she huffed up. "Dangit, Spike! Just answer the question! I have to get to my other point!"
Taken aback, Spike whispered, "No. I don't have a soul." He was feeling strangely ashamed at the confession.
"Good," Willow sighed, with relief. "Next question. How do you feel about Xander?"
At the mention of the Day Counselor's name, Spike brightened. "I like him."
"Like him, like him? Or liiiike him, like him?"
Spike raised his eyebrows. He would have been blushing also, if he could blush. "I -".
Willow eyes bulged as an ecstatic look crossed her face. "You do! You like him! A-and he likes you! Tara was so right!" Realizing she had just told Spike that Xander liked him, her face fell a little. She recovered, however. "You don't have a soul, so I didn't break the pinky swear. And Tara was always the one who talked about it anyway!" She nodded her head happily.
Xander liked him? Xander liked him the Night Counselor? Xander liked him the Night Counselor who was also a vampire? Spike couldn't control the giggle that escaped from his throat.
"Awww. I'm so glad!" Willow hugged him. She pulled back, still smiling. But then she frowned. "But now, what do we do next?"
TBC…
Part 3
Two days later Angel and Wesley shared their first kiss.
Xander and his group were at Puzzle-thon for the night session. Each cabin group was on a rotation of night and day activities. Most Night Attenders' events during the day, however, were inside large sun-proof tents.
Xander was keeping an eye on the campers, while he was playing with the Gameboy using his own smuggled game, Super Mario Land.
Angel and Wesley were working on the fruit puzzle, having completed the castle puzzle the night before. Wesley had made it so most of his Puzzle-thon time was spent there at night. He did enjoy the puzzles, but he enjoyed certain company even more.
Oscar went running by and knocked the fruit puzzle to the ground. Angel looked like smoke was about to come out of his ears, and Wesley just grit his teeth and sighed.
As Wesley stooped to the ground to pick up the pieces, he said, "Well, look on the bright side, Angel. We're already well aquainted with the pieces, and it shouldn't take near as long to put this back to where we left off."
Angel began picking up pieces too. "You're right, Wes. But still, all that hard work - Ouch! Are you okay, Wes?" Angel had turned too fast and his head had collided with Wes', causing the man topple over from his kneeling position.
"I'm fine, Angel," Wes said, as he lightly touched the newly formed knot on his noggin.
"Let me see," Angel gently prodded the injury.
"Angel really. I'm fine. Just a little -" Wes stopped. Angel's face was less than two inches from his own. Without considering their audience, Wesley leaned forward and pressed his own lips to the cool ones before him.
Wesley had never been one known for great first kisses, but because he was aware of this, he let Angel take the lead. However, Angel was in such a state, that his gameface appeared and he knicked Wesley's bottom lip with a fang.
Yelping, Wesley leaned back. Having thought there was a possibility that Angel had rejected him, he looked down nervously.
Angel put his hand underneath Wesley's chin, lifting the man's eyes. Angel smiled and leaned forward giving Wesley a proper, yet almost chaste smooch.
"As far as first kisses went," Xander said, "and on a scale of one to ten, that was a 1 and a half. The second kiss, however, I'm going to give a four."
Wesley looked around him and saw all the campers gawking and giggling at Angel and him. He stood quickly. "Yes, well." Wesley then remembered the reason he had been on the ground. He shared an embarrassed look with Angel and stooped back down, picking up the puzzle pieces.
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At dinner the next night, Xander sighed. Willow and Tara were being cute together, just like Angel and Wesley were. Spike was nowhere to be seen, and Xander was lonely.
Xander passed the rest of dinner in a somber mood. Willow kept trying to involve him in her and Tara's conversation, but Tara would get something on her cheek or make a cute sound and Willow would be distracted from her 'cheer up Xander' mission.
Xander remained in a melancholy mood until the next day. Dinner came around and Spike was there. Willow's and Tara's groups had evening horseback riding and would be in for the late dinner for Day Attenders, early lunch for Night Attenders.
"How's it goin Spike?" Xander resisted the urge to ask Spike where the hell he'd been the day before.
"It's goin, Xan. One of my Night Attenders got the wrong package, and ended up eating brownies with ganja in them. Then the idiot ran out into the sun. As you know, the sun and vampires don't mix. Someone got a blanket on 'im before he was dust, but he's very badly burnt. Had to call parents, and they couldn't arrive until after sundown. It was a right mess."
Xander patted Spike's back, and gave a squeeze to the back of the vampire's neck for good measure. Well, I got to cop a feel out of this, Xander thought.
Spike smiled. "So what's this I hear about the big poof and puzzle boy?"
Xander and Spike talked and laughed for the next hour about Angel and Wesley and about Willow and Tara. Spike apologized for not being there the dinner before, saving Xander from sap central.
"It's okay, Spike. Being forced to watch Angel and Wes all over one another was nicely counter balanced by the sweet and pure Willow and Tara."
Spike laughed.
Just then Oscar came running over with large frog. "Counselor Harris! Hide this please!" Oscar squealed while shoving the frog onto a surprised Xander's lap.
"Uh, why?" Xander frowned down at the frog. It looked rather travel worn.
"Because! Please, can you just take it back to the cabin? They'll catch me with him if you don't!"
Sighing, Xander stood, holding the frog. "Well, Spike. Duty calls. See you tomorrow." Xander turned, hearing Spike's, "Yeah, all right."
What Xander missed, however, was Spike's disappointed look.
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"Hey, Spike!" Willow came bouncing alongside Spike as he was headed toward the evening swimming lessons.
With a raised scarred eyebrow, he responded, "Hello, Willow. Or should I say Tigger?"
Willow giggled a little too loud, as if it was forced.
Sensing he was missing something, Spike slowed, stopped and turned to the fidgety girl. "What are you on?"
Willow smiled wide, but it didn't reach her eyes. She touched her tongue on her front teeth before talking. "Spike, um, I need to ask you something. And I'm not sure how you'll react or anything. Even though I do have some sort of an idea, well, Tara has an idea. Not that I've talked to Tara about this. She's the one who's brought it up…well, mostly. Um,"
Spike sighed. Willow had said nothing and would probably continue to do so. "Willow!" he nearly shouted.
Willow's eyes widened. "Um, yeah?"
"Point, luv."
Willow nodded slightly. "Right. The point. The point, how do I say this right? I wonder if there's a right way. Um, first, do you have a soul?"
Spike rolled his eyes, but was slightly hurt his friend didn't know him well enough to know. "Bloody hell, Red! I'm chipped! Have been sinc that soldier group came through two summers ago, and grabbed up some of us from camp. I've told you about that! I'm not bleedin souled. And besides, I still have my evil tendencies."
The red haired witch looked crestfallen. "Oh, Spike, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to imply that you're not a top notch vamp! Not at all. I just wasn't sure if you had a soul or not, cause you're kinda nicer to humans than most vamps. Well, I mean, uh. Vamps around here are semi-nice anyway because they're volunteers, and all of them are either a bit weird or are masters and have lots of control over their fangs. But, uh -" Willow looked lost. Remembering her purpose for questioning Spike she huffed up. "Dangit, Spike! Just answer the question! I have to get to my other point!"
Taken aback, Spike whispered, "No. I don't have a soul." He was feeling strangely ashamed at the confession.
"Good," Willow sighed, with relief. "Next question. How do you feel about Xander?"
At the mention of the Day Counselor's name, Spike brightened. "I like him."
"Like him, like him? Or liiiike him, like him?"
Spike raised his eyebrows. He would have been blushing also, if he could blush. "I -".
Willow eyes bulged as an ecstatic look crossed her face. "You do! You like him! A-and he likes you! Tara was so right!" Realizing she had just told Spike that Xander liked him, her face fell a little. She recovered, however. "You don't have a soul, so I didn't break the pinky swear. And Tara was always the one who talked about it anyway!" She nodded her head happily.
Xander liked him? Xander liked him the Night Counselor? Xander liked him the Night Counselor who was also a vampire? Spike couldn't control the giggle that escaped from his throat.
"Awww. I'm so glad!" Willow hugged him. She pulled back, still smiling. But then she frowned. "But now, what do we do next?"
TBC…