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Janice left near midnight. Her brother picked her up. With Spike found really annoying, when he started to flirt with Dawn. And even more annoying when she flirted back. Didn't he have a girlfriend? Didn't Dawn have a boyfriend?

While they finally left, Dawn walked into the kitchen, avoiding Spike. She opened the fridge, took the milk and grabbed some cookies and started to walk out. Usually, she's sit and talk to him for hours, but she was too... embarrassed. And so was he. But he couldn't just sit there and pretend nothing had happened.

"Dawn, wait," he said. "We need to talk."

She turned around to face him. "Uh, Spike, don't you mind if we talk later? It's just... it's past midnight and I really should get some sleep."

She didn't wait for his response, and disappeared rapidly up the stairs.

Dawn woke up the next morning with an feeling of emptiness in her stomach. Or was it in her chest? Whatever. She felt empty.

Memories of the previous day rushed into her mind. She had being mad with Spike for grounding her. And then he had kissed her. Now that she hadn't expected. And it had felt...wow. She couldn't describe it. And for some reason she wanted it to happen again. She knew she shouldn't. She was dating Mark. Not that it was something really serious, they were just going out for three weeks, but still, he was such a nice guy and always gentle with her... she didn't want to hurt him.

But Spike was different. He had always been there for her, and she knew him since Buffy was alive... many years ago. This guy, he'd known him a month and a half ago. And there was something about Spike... she didn't know what it was, maybe the way he smiled, or the way he teased her, or the way he was kind of scary, or forbidden.

But Spike shouldn't know. Not now that she knew he wasn't indifferent to her.

"Morning," Dawn said to Willow and Tara.

"Hey, Dawnie," Willow greeted her. "Did you have fun with Spike last night?"

Dawn made a face. "Actually, Janice came over."

Willow shot her a look. "With her brother?"

"No, Will, just her."

"Hey, Dawn, what do you want for breakfast?" Tara asked, preventing a lecturing coming from Willow's part.

Dawn shot her a 'thank you so much' look "Eh, I think I'll just have a bowl of cereal," she said, grabbing the milk out of the fridge.

The rest of the day went much normally. Boring. But it was a Sunday, so it was fine. Until about five o-clock. The phone rang, the bell rang. Dawn went to answer the phone while Willow opened the door.

There it was Spike.

"Hi," Willow said, slightly confused. "What are you doing here?"

"Well, I was thinking..." how to make this sound convincing, he thought "that maybe you and your witch would like to go out again tonight... so I'm offering to look over Dawn."

"Well, that's very thoughtful of you, Spike," Willow said, still confused. "But we're not going out tonight."

"Besides Spike," Dawn said, coming in the scene. "I kind of have plans today."

"You do?" both Spike and Willow said.

Dawn turned to Willow. "Well, that was Mark the one that just called," she said, shyly. "He's this guy that I've been kind of dating. And well, he just asked if I wanted to go see a movie or something today. Can I go?" she said hopefully.

Spike shot Dawn a look, which she ignored. "Please?"

Spike thought Willow wouldn't let Dawn go. But she just looked at her lovingly. "Oh, my God. Of course you can go, Dawn. Just don't come home too late. There is school tomorrow."

"Thank you, Will!" she said, happily, giving her a quick hug, before shooting Spike a triumphal look, and walking out of the house.

Spike stared at her while she walked away. "You shouldn't have let her go," he said after a moment, to Willow.

"Why not?"

"Because," he said. "She's just sixteen! She shouldn't be dating, and going out at this time."

Willow looked at him as if he was crazy. "What are you talking about? She's sixteen, of course she can date. Besides, it's not that late. And that gives Tara and me some time alone together. Unless you're planning to stay?"

Spike walked through the streets. It was depressing. Everybody was having fun but him. In fact, he was having a terrible time.

He couldn't stop thinking about that kiss with Dawn. And now she was in a date with some guy. She didn't seem to care about the kiss; she even used it to blackmail him.

Dawn laughed at Mark's joke. She was sure it was funny -his jokes always were -but she hadn't heard it. She felt empty. She looked at Mark. His smiling face just for her. She knew many girls would die to be in her position. Mark was one of the most chased guys in school. He was cute, nice, gentle, funny.

So how come she kept thinking about Spike?

She turned her head, so Mark wouldn't see the confusion in her eyes.

And then she saw him. At first she wasn't sure it was him. But as he came closer, she knew it was him. Apparently, he hasn't seen her, but it was a matter of seconds before he did. She couldn't let him know she wasn't having all that a good time.

She turned around and linked her arm with Mark's, and turned to see him.

So now it was decided. This was one of the most miserable nights of his life. Well, it was worse when Buffy died, but at least back then Dawn found support on him, now she didn't want to see him.

He looked up, hearing a familiar laugh. Dawn's. She was with that guy. He looked her with the eyes... she was just a few steps away.

For a moment Spike was sure she had seen him. Her eyes were directly staring at him... or so he thought. But then she turned to the guy and linked her arm with him, making him chuckle.

Dawn leaned up -after giving Spike a quick glance -and kissed Mark, who, obviously, returned the kiss. This time he was sure she had seen him!

Dawn broke the kiss. Mark still had his arms around her waist.

"Why was that for?" he asked.

Dawn shrugged. "Didn't you like it?"

"Of course I liked it."

"Don't complain, then," she said, teasingly.

"I wasn't complaining," he said, before kissing her.

Ok, this was enough! He wasn't let her toy with him like that. Besides, she had lied. She wasn't in the movies, like she'd said she'd be. And it was late, anyway. Tara and Willow should be grateful.

He walked where she was, still kissing that guy.

"Hello, Bit," he said, starting the guy, while Dawn looked at him with a murderous look.

"What the hell are you doing?" she said, angrily.

"You said that a lot lately," he said, mischievously. Dawn glared at him. "Well, I happened to be walking down the street and saw you standing here with your... friend. And I guessed you might wanna go home, since you have school tomorrow."

"I don't. You can go now," she said, rudely.

"Don't you bloody talk to me like that," Spike answered, hotly.

"Don't you talk to me like that! Willow and Tara can call me if they're worried. They have my cell number. So, please go now."

"I won't."

"You heard her, mate. Stop bugging her," Mark said. Dawn put a hand in his arm. "Mark," she whispered. "C'mon, he's not worth it."

She grabbed him and lead him away. While Spike stood standing there, feeling dumb. And hurt.

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