"What about this?" Buffy asked Willow, holding up a black sleeve-less
shirt with a V-neck.
"I think you should where that black shirt that ties around the back," said Willow.
"Wouldn't that make me look slutty? I don't want to look slutty."
"No, it won't. It looks good on you," assured Willow. "And wear your black leather hip-huggers. And your boots. The one's with the high-heels."
Buffy routed through her closet for the pants, shoes, and shirt.
Incase you haven't figured it out yet, their getting ready for the night at the Bronze. Buffy was estatic. She couldn't wait to see Spike again. She was crossing her fingers that he would dance with her.
"Dawn!" yelled Buffy.
"What?!" she shouted back from her room.
"Where's my shirt? I know you borrowed it!"
"No I didn't! It's under your bed!"
Buffy dropped to her knees and looked under her bed. After pulling everything that was under it out, she came up with a slightly wrinkled black shirt.
She ran down the stairs and into the basement to iron it out.
Joyce was already down there doing laundry. "Honey, let me do that. You go get ready." She took the shirt from Buffy's hands.
"Thanks, Mom. You're the greatest." Buffy ran up the steps from her basement and up the steps to her room.
Willow was taking Buffy's pants off the hanger as Buffy came in.
"Thanks, Will," said Buffy, grabbing the pants. She striped off her jeans and pulled the tight-fitting pants on. "Mom's doing my shirt."
She looked at herself in the mirror. "How should I wear my hair?"
"Down. Ever since you died your hair that bright blonde and had it cut short, it looks great down. It shines in the light. Very attractive."
(A/N: Season 2 haircut)
"Will you find my brush while I go get my shirt?"
"Sure."
Buffy rushed out of the room and made her way down to the basement.
Joyce held out the shirt at the bottom of the steps, perfectly straight and wrinkle-free.
"Thanks, Mom," said Buffy as she grabbed the shirt and turned to go back upstairs. All the running up and down the steps was making her muscles burn. She stopped outside the basement door and rested, leaning against the wall.
She laughed at herself for making such a big deal over everything, then headed back upstairs.
Willow had the brush and hairspray ready when Buffy came into the room. Buffy stripped off her shirt and pulled on the other, letting Willow tie the straps in the back. She then let Willow brush her hair to where it shined. Buffy pulled on her boots.
The doorbell rang.
Buffy's eye's got wide. "Oh my god, he's here."
"Yes. He is. And we are going down the steps and he is going to drive us to the Bronze," Willow said, rubbing Buffy's shoulder.
Downstairs, Joyce answered the door.
"Hello," she greeted Spike sweetly. "You must be William."
Spike nodded. "I'm guessing you're Buffy's mother."
"Yes, I am. Please, come in," she said, moving to the side.
Spike stepped into the house and looked around. It was a nice house. Big, too.
"Buffy! Willow!" called Joyce.
Buffy and Willow came down the steps.
Spike was put in almost a trance as Buffy desended the steps. Her hair shined in the light and her clothes showed just the right amount of skin to win him over without it being too much.
Buffy and Willow came down the rest of the steps.
"Have a nice time," said Joyce. "Have them home by ten."
Spike nodded and they went out the door.
"You look nice," Spike commented to Buffy.
She smiled and blushed slightly. "You're not half bad yourself."
Spike had on his red silk shirt,unbottoned halfway over a black shirt. He still had his leather pants, but the duster wasn't there.
"Hey. What about me?" spoke up Willow.
"You look nice too," he said.
Willow smiled.
Willow and Buffy crawled into his car, Willow in the back, Buffy upfront with Spike.
They drove to the Bronze.
When they got there, Spike parked around the side. Spike came around the other side and opened the door for Buffy, and helped her out.
"You're sweet," she commented as he helped her out.
He grinned at her. "Just being a gentleman."
Willow got out behind Buffy and closed the door. She spotted Xander at the entrance. "I'm going to see Xander. I'll see you two inside," she said as she took off.
Buffy smiled weakly at him, and they made their way inside.
The band was going with Oz at the lead guitar. Music was running and people were dancing.
Spike and Buffy made their way to an empty table and took a seat.
"So, this is where everyone goes in their free time," said Spike.
"Yep. Our town's kind of small, so the fun things to do are limited."
Spike nodded.
The Dingoes stopped playing to take a break and put on a tape player. Michelle Branch started playing over the speakers.
**************
So I'm a little left of center
I'm a little out of tone
Some say I'm paranormal
So I just bend their spoon
Who wants to be ordinary
In a crazy, mixed-up world
I don't care what their sayin'
As long as I'm your girl
Hey, you were on my side
And they, they just rolled thier eyes
**************
"Wanna dance?" he asked, offering his hand.
She looked up at him and smiled, taking his hand.
He led her out on the dance floor. He put his hands on her hips and she put her hands on his shoulders. They started to sway back and forth.
**************
You get me
When nobody understands
You come and take the chance, baby
You get me
You look inside my wild mind
Never know what you'll find
And still you want me all the time
Yeah, you do
Yeah, you get me
**************
The space between them was getting smaller to where they were almost touching.
Across the room, Willow and Xander were watching them dance.
"They are such a good couple," said Willow dreamingly.
"Yeah, sure," said Xander.
**************
So what if I see sunshine
In the pouring rain
Some people say I'm crazy
But you say it's okay
You've seen my secret garden
Where all my flowers grow
In my imagination
Anything goes
I, I am all you want
They, they just read me wrong
You get me
When nobody understands
You come and hold my hand, baby
You get me
You look inside my wild mind
Never know what you'll find
And still you want me all the time
Yeah, you do
Cause, you get me
Hey, you are on my side
They, they just roll their eyes
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Cause you get me
When nobody understands
You come and take the chance
You get me
When none of the pieces fit
You make sense of it
You get me
You look inside my wild mind
Never know what you'll find
And still you want me all the time
Yeah, you do
Cause, you get me
Yeah, oh, yeah, oh
**************
By the time the song ended, Buffy and Spike were right next to each other. He had his arms around her waist and Buffy's head was rested on his chest. She looked up as the song ended, and smiled at him.
He grinned back at her, then took her hand and they walked back to the table. Willow, Oz, and Xander came up and sat down next to them. Buffy and Willow sat next to each other and talked quietly to each other.
"Hey," said Willow.
"Hey, Will," Buffy replied.
"You guys dance already?"
"Yeah."
"How was it?"
"It was nice. He had his arms around my waist, and I was leaning on his chest."
"Wow. I bet you had fun."
"Oh, yeah."
"Oh, no," said Willow, her face falling.
"What?" said Buffy, looking in Willow's direction. Her face fell also when she saw what Willow was looking at.
The Popular Crowd had walked through the door and were heading their way.
Buffy buried her head in her hands. "Oh, god. Why do they have to ruin everything?"
"It's their nature," said Willow matter-of-factly.
"You got that right."
Ginger approached their table. Buffy watched her move like she owned the place, the others were trailing behind her. Ginger moved around the table to where Spike was sitting.
"Hi, Spike," she greeted him sweetly.
"Hey, pet," he greeted back. He glanced over at Buffy and saw the pained expression on her face.
"I was just wondering if you wanted to dance?" she asked with a smile.
"Well, I would.....If I wasn't here with Buffy."
Buffy's head snapped up. Ginger raised her eyebrows and crossed her arms.
"Why would you come with her? She's not even pretty."
"Well, then, you must be blind, pet," he said sarcasticly.
Buffy laughed. She had never seen a boy turn Ginger down until now. Ginger looked dumbfounded.
"She's a dork. She hangs out with dorky people."
"I'm not a dork."
"Not yet. But if you keep on with her it's bound to come."
"From what I hear, every girl in this school thinks I'm a hottie," he said with a smirk.
"So. If I say you're a dork....the school thinks you're dork."
"Oh, get over yourself, Ginger," spoke Buffy. "Just because you don't get every hot guy that comes along, doesn't give you the right to be an A-rated superbitch to him. You're just jealous."
"Of you! In your dreams. I can have any guy I want."
"'Cept me," said Spike.
"And me," said Xander.
"And me," said Oz.
"You all have girlfriends!"
Buffy waited for Spike to protest. She didn't really know if they were going out or not. When he didn't protest, Willow kicked her under the table.
"So it's true," said Ginger, hands on her hips. "You two are really going out?"
Spike looked over at Buffy, who just smiled. "Guess so."
"That's sick. And pitiful. And wrong. Guys of your rank should be going with girls like me. Not her."
"Well I am. So don't get your knickers in such a twist, 'cause you can't do anything about it."
Ginger glared at him for a minute, before turning around and walking off.
Spike turned back to everyone else.
"So, you two are going out?" asked Willow.
"I guess. That okay with you, luv?" he asked Buffy.
Buffy nodded, not being able to talk.
"Great."
The rest of the night was perfect. Buffy and Spike danced some more, making Ginger madder than a wet hornet.
A quarter til ten, the gang decided to go home. Oz had to stay for another hour, and Willow decided she would stay with him and he could take her home afterwards. Xander drove home in his car, and Spike took Buffy.
As they turned onto Buffy's street, Buffy turned to face him. "That was sweet.....What you did......With Ginger. Standing up for me."
"Why would I let a bitch like her walk all over my girlfriend?" he said, flashing her a smile.
"I'm not one of the popular kids. I really don't think I'd qualify as a dork, but that's Ginger for you."
"That doesn't matter to me. First thing that catches my eye is looks. You've got looks. That shiny blonde hair of yours," he played with her hair with his finger. "Then there's the personality. You've got a nice personality. You befriend people like Willow, and I'm not saying she's a nerd or anything, but from what I've heard, she's hasn't always been the way she is now. Anyway, like I was saying, you are friends with different people. You don't let people walk all over you. Those are all things I like."
They pulled up in front of her house.
"Here we are," she said, looking down.
"Guess so."
"I'll see you tomorrow."
"Yep."
Then, slowly, he leaned over and gave her a kiss. She started to kiss him back, putting her hand behind his head, when they heard the front door to her house open.
"Buffy!" yelled Dawn.
Buffy groaned and pulled away. "I'll see you tomorrow."
"Can't wait."
She gave him half-smile and opened the door to get out.
"Bye," she said with a wave.
"Bye."
"I think you should where that black shirt that ties around the back," said Willow.
"Wouldn't that make me look slutty? I don't want to look slutty."
"No, it won't. It looks good on you," assured Willow. "And wear your black leather hip-huggers. And your boots. The one's with the high-heels."
Buffy routed through her closet for the pants, shoes, and shirt.
Incase you haven't figured it out yet, their getting ready for the night at the Bronze. Buffy was estatic. She couldn't wait to see Spike again. She was crossing her fingers that he would dance with her.
"Dawn!" yelled Buffy.
"What?!" she shouted back from her room.
"Where's my shirt? I know you borrowed it!"
"No I didn't! It's under your bed!"
Buffy dropped to her knees and looked under her bed. After pulling everything that was under it out, she came up with a slightly wrinkled black shirt.
She ran down the stairs and into the basement to iron it out.
Joyce was already down there doing laundry. "Honey, let me do that. You go get ready." She took the shirt from Buffy's hands.
"Thanks, Mom. You're the greatest." Buffy ran up the steps from her basement and up the steps to her room.
Willow was taking Buffy's pants off the hanger as Buffy came in.
"Thanks, Will," said Buffy, grabbing the pants. She striped off her jeans and pulled the tight-fitting pants on. "Mom's doing my shirt."
She looked at herself in the mirror. "How should I wear my hair?"
"Down. Ever since you died your hair that bright blonde and had it cut short, it looks great down. It shines in the light. Very attractive."
(A/N: Season 2 haircut)
"Will you find my brush while I go get my shirt?"
"Sure."
Buffy rushed out of the room and made her way down to the basement.
Joyce held out the shirt at the bottom of the steps, perfectly straight and wrinkle-free.
"Thanks, Mom," said Buffy as she grabbed the shirt and turned to go back upstairs. All the running up and down the steps was making her muscles burn. She stopped outside the basement door and rested, leaning against the wall.
She laughed at herself for making such a big deal over everything, then headed back upstairs.
Willow had the brush and hairspray ready when Buffy came into the room. Buffy stripped off her shirt and pulled on the other, letting Willow tie the straps in the back. She then let Willow brush her hair to where it shined. Buffy pulled on her boots.
The doorbell rang.
Buffy's eye's got wide. "Oh my god, he's here."
"Yes. He is. And we are going down the steps and he is going to drive us to the Bronze," Willow said, rubbing Buffy's shoulder.
Downstairs, Joyce answered the door.
"Hello," she greeted Spike sweetly. "You must be William."
Spike nodded. "I'm guessing you're Buffy's mother."
"Yes, I am. Please, come in," she said, moving to the side.
Spike stepped into the house and looked around. It was a nice house. Big, too.
"Buffy! Willow!" called Joyce.
Buffy and Willow came down the steps.
Spike was put in almost a trance as Buffy desended the steps. Her hair shined in the light and her clothes showed just the right amount of skin to win him over without it being too much.
Buffy and Willow came down the rest of the steps.
"Have a nice time," said Joyce. "Have them home by ten."
Spike nodded and they went out the door.
"You look nice," Spike commented to Buffy.
She smiled and blushed slightly. "You're not half bad yourself."
Spike had on his red silk shirt,unbottoned halfway over a black shirt. He still had his leather pants, but the duster wasn't there.
"Hey. What about me?" spoke up Willow.
"You look nice too," he said.
Willow smiled.
Willow and Buffy crawled into his car, Willow in the back, Buffy upfront with Spike.
They drove to the Bronze.
When they got there, Spike parked around the side. Spike came around the other side and opened the door for Buffy, and helped her out.
"You're sweet," she commented as he helped her out.
He grinned at her. "Just being a gentleman."
Willow got out behind Buffy and closed the door. She spotted Xander at the entrance. "I'm going to see Xander. I'll see you two inside," she said as she took off.
Buffy smiled weakly at him, and they made their way inside.
The band was going with Oz at the lead guitar. Music was running and people were dancing.
Spike and Buffy made their way to an empty table and took a seat.
"So, this is where everyone goes in their free time," said Spike.
"Yep. Our town's kind of small, so the fun things to do are limited."
Spike nodded.
The Dingoes stopped playing to take a break and put on a tape player. Michelle Branch started playing over the speakers.
**************
So I'm a little left of center
I'm a little out of tone
Some say I'm paranormal
So I just bend their spoon
Who wants to be ordinary
In a crazy, mixed-up world
I don't care what their sayin'
As long as I'm your girl
Hey, you were on my side
And they, they just rolled thier eyes
**************
"Wanna dance?" he asked, offering his hand.
She looked up at him and smiled, taking his hand.
He led her out on the dance floor. He put his hands on her hips and she put her hands on his shoulders. They started to sway back and forth.
**************
You get me
When nobody understands
You come and take the chance, baby
You get me
You look inside my wild mind
Never know what you'll find
And still you want me all the time
Yeah, you do
Yeah, you get me
**************
The space between them was getting smaller to where they were almost touching.
Across the room, Willow and Xander were watching them dance.
"They are such a good couple," said Willow dreamingly.
"Yeah, sure," said Xander.
**************
So what if I see sunshine
In the pouring rain
Some people say I'm crazy
But you say it's okay
You've seen my secret garden
Where all my flowers grow
In my imagination
Anything goes
I, I am all you want
They, they just read me wrong
You get me
When nobody understands
You come and hold my hand, baby
You get me
You look inside my wild mind
Never know what you'll find
And still you want me all the time
Yeah, you do
Cause, you get me
Hey, you are on my side
They, they just roll their eyes
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Cause you get me
When nobody understands
You come and take the chance
You get me
When none of the pieces fit
You make sense of it
You get me
You look inside my wild mind
Never know what you'll find
And still you want me all the time
Yeah, you do
Cause, you get me
Yeah, oh, yeah, oh
**************
By the time the song ended, Buffy and Spike were right next to each other. He had his arms around her waist and Buffy's head was rested on his chest. She looked up as the song ended, and smiled at him.
He grinned back at her, then took her hand and they walked back to the table. Willow, Oz, and Xander came up and sat down next to them. Buffy and Willow sat next to each other and talked quietly to each other.
"Hey," said Willow.
"Hey, Will," Buffy replied.
"You guys dance already?"
"Yeah."
"How was it?"
"It was nice. He had his arms around my waist, and I was leaning on his chest."
"Wow. I bet you had fun."
"Oh, yeah."
"Oh, no," said Willow, her face falling.
"What?" said Buffy, looking in Willow's direction. Her face fell also when she saw what Willow was looking at.
The Popular Crowd had walked through the door and were heading their way.
Buffy buried her head in her hands. "Oh, god. Why do they have to ruin everything?"
"It's their nature," said Willow matter-of-factly.
"You got that right."
Ginger approached their table. Buffy watched her move like she owned the place, the others were trailing behind her. Ginger moved around the table to where Spike was sitting.
"Hi, Spike," she greeted him sweetly.
"Hey, pet," he greeted back. He glanced over at Buffy and saw the pained expression on her face.
"I was just wondering if you wanted to dance?" she asked with a smile.
"Well, I would.....If I wasn't here with Buffy."
Buffy's head snapped up. Ginger raised her eyebrows and crossed her arms.
"Why would you come with her? She's not even pretty."
"Well, then, you must be blind, pet," he said sarcasticly.
Buffy laughed. She had never seen a boy turn Ginger down until now. Ginger looked dumbfounded.
"She's a dork. She hangs out with dorky people."
"I'm not a dork."
"Not yet. But if you keep on with her it's bound to come."
"From what I hear, every girl in this school thinks I'm a hottie," he said with a smirk.
"So. If I say you're a dork....the school thinks you're dork."
"Oh, get over yourself, Ginger," spoke Buffy. "Just because you don't get every hot guy that comes along, doesn't give you the right to be an A-rated superbitch to him. You're just jealous."
"Of you! In your dreams. I can have any guy I want."
"'Cept me," said Spike.
"And me," said Xander.
"And me," said Oz.
"You all have girlfriends!"
Buffy waited for Spike to protest. She didn't really know if they were going out or not. When he didn't protest, Willow kicked her under the table.
"So it's true," said Ginger, hands on her hips. "You two are really going out?"
Spike looked over at Buffy, who just smiled. "Guess so."
"That's sick. And pitiful. And wrong. Guys of your rank should be going with girls like me. Not her."
"Well I am. So don't get your knickers in such a twist, 'cause you can't do anything about it."
Ginger glared at him for a minute, before turning around and walking off.
Spike turned back to everyone else.
"So, you two are going out?" asked Willow.
"I guess. That okay with you, luv?" he asked Buffy.
Buffy nodded, not being able to talk.
"Great."
The rest of the night was perfect. Buffy and Spike danced some more, making Ginger madder than a wet hornet.
A quarter til ten, the gang decided to go home. Oz had to stay for another hour, and Willow decided she would stay with him and he could take her home afterwards. Xander drove home in his car, and Spike took Buffy.
As they turned onto Buffy's street, Buffy turned to face him. "That was sweet.....What you did......With Ginger. Standing up for me."
"Why would I let a bitch like her walk all over my girlfriend?" he said, flashing her a smile.
"I'm not one of the popular kids. I really don't think I'd qualify as a dork, but that's Ginger for you."
"That doesn't matter to me. First thing that catches my eye is looks. You've got looks. That shiny blonde hair of yours," he played with her hair with his finger. "Then there's the personality. You've got a nice personality. You befriend people like Willow, and I'm not saying she's a nerd or anything, but from what I've heard, she's hasn't always been the way she is now. Anyway, like I was saying, you are friends with different people. You don't let people walk all over you. Those are all things I like."
They pulled up in front of her house.
"Here we are," she said, looking down.
"Guess so."
"I'll see you tomorrow."
"Yep."
Then, slowly, he leaned over and gave her a kiss. She started to kiss him back, putting her hand behind his head, when they heard the front door to her house open.
"Buffy!" yelled Dawn.
Buffy groaned and pulled away. "I'll see you tomorrow."
"Can't wait."
She gave him half-smile and opened the door to get out.
"Bye," she said with a wave.
"Bye."