A/N: Okay. Summer's over. I know it's slightly confusing, but I just don't
have enough ideas to do all summer and go as far as I want to with this
story.
*****
The gang, save Buffy, sat at a table in the Bronze near a darker corner.
"When's she gettin' here?" Spike asked for the fitith time in the last ten minutes.
Willow sighed. "She said she'd be here around five, because her dad dropped her off at four-thirty and she has to put up her stuff before she can come." Willow looked at the watch on her wrist. "It's only three."
"What, is Spike suffering from withdrawal? I thought that stopped last month," Xander said.
"He's anxious," Willow nodded. "Buffy's coming home today. You'd be anxious if it was Anya."
"Except I'm right here," Anya said.
"And Buffy isn't."
"Too bad for her."
Willow gave her a questioning look before brushing it off.
"So, Will, how's the ankle?" Xander asked.
Willow smiled widely. "I get the cast off in two weeks. I'm gonna miss those crutches."
"Yea. Everyone wants to be held up with long sticks that leave bruises under your arm and makes the other leg hurt like hell."
"Exactly."
"So, where's the Oz-man today?"
"Band practice. Need to work out a few kinks in the music. I would have watched, but I don't speak musician. It's like French except harder."
"I thought you speaked, like, three languages."
"I do. But, sadly, musician isn't one of them."
"You speak three languages?" Anya asked.
Willow nodded. "Yep. Spanish, a little bit of German, and of course, English. But, I am taking French classes this year. So, there's hope."
"Well, my parents can talk all sorts of languages. They have to. Some of their clients are from places like Russia and China. If they can't speak to them, they can't get the job. Then they can't make money and buy me things."
"And I," Xander added, "speak the one and only language of a highschool junior."
"What about you, Spike?" Willow asked him. "Do you speak some foriegn lingo that we don't know about?"
He had been staring at the wall, no paying any attention to what was going on.
She snapped her fingers in front of his face. "Hey!"
His head snapped up. "What?"
Willow giggled. "Thinkin' Buffy thoughts?"
He grinned. "What do you think?"
"I think that if I was still a teacher and you were doin' that in my class I'd be writing you up a detention, buster."
"Well, you're not my teacher, are you?"
"Nop- Ow!"
Xander buried his head in his hands. Willow turned to glare at him. He looked over at Spike, who had gone back to staring at the wall. Xander jerked his head towards the entrance of the club.
Buffy had just walked in, hair shorter, new clothes, and a grin on her face.
"Um, who wants something to drink?" Xander asked.
Willow and Anya exchanged a look and shook their heads. Xander didn't even bother asking Spike before heading towards Buffy, who had leaned against the wall as she waited for him to come over.
"Buffy!" he said in a low voice. "You're back."
She wrapped her arms around his neck in a hug. "I'm back."
He stepped back and looked her over. Her hair came just above her shoulders and curled out. Her outfit was small, tight, blue jeans that hugged her hips and flared at the ends, a leather belt that had long fringes and tied around her waist, a white long-sleeved shirt that had huge sleeve ends about ten times the size of the actual sleeve, and white sandals.
Xander ran a hand though her hair. "I like the new look. Very cool."
"Thanks. My hair grew over the summer and I like my short hair, so I got it cut a little shorter than last time."
"He'll love it."
Buffy grinned widely. "Miss me much?"
"Of course. So did everyone else. All summer, too."
"How's Willow?"
"Get's her cast off in two weeks. She's just usin' crutches now."
"That's great."
Xander looked back over at the table. "I think I better go get those drinks and let you go say hi."
"Okay."
He hugged her one more time. "I missed you, Buff."
"I missed you, too."
He released her. "Okay. Now I'm going."
Xander walked off towards the bar and Buffy turned towards the table. Willow motioned slightly with her hand for her to hurry up. Buffy walked quietly up to the table and stood behind a sulking Spike. She leaned down next to his ear.
"Guess who?" she whispered.
He turned, a grin on his face. "You're early."
"Couldn't stay away." Buffy slipped into his lap. "Miss me?"
"A whole bunch."
She grinned slyly. "Show me."
Their lips locked, tongues explored, and the touching hands was enough to make even Anya turn away.
Xander returned to his seat, a Dr.Pepper in his hand. "Man, I was hoping to avoid this part."
"It's like some scene from a movie," Anya said. "The couple meet again and then there's kissage."
Willow raised her brow. "Major kissage."
After about ten seconds, Xander snapped his fingers next their faces. "Hey! Don't you guys need air?"
They pulled apart, both panting heavily and grinning.
"That's better."
Buffy leaned her head on his shoulder. "So, what'd you guys do over the summer?"
"I stayed at home in bed," Willow pouted.
"I went shopping," Anya piped.
"I did my summer tour," Oz added.
"I got a job," Xander said proudly.
"Really?" Buffy said. "Doing what?"
"I'm helping this guy, he's a carpentar. He's getting kinda old, so he pays me $4.50 an hour to carry things around. And he lets me build stuff and sells it in his store. I get part of the profits."
"Wow. That's great, Xand. I'm hoping I don't have to work until I'm retired. Then I don't have to work and the goverment pays me anyway."
Xander shrugged. "Maybe you'll get some kind of really good job that pays you so much, you can retire early."
Buffy snorted. "Yeah. And Principal Snyder thinks teenagers are all perfect and innocent."
"What did you do over the summer?" Willow asked her.
"Well, the first day was spent putting my stuff away in my room. My Dad took me to the beach. Oh! And, he bought me a puppy."
"A puppy," Willow squealed.
Buffy nodded. "A little black lab. I named him Harley."
"That's so cute!"
"And you know what's even better? I brought him back with me."
"Really? Oh my god, I have to see him."
Buffy smiled. "I'll swing by your house tomorrow. He's really cute."
"So, what else did you do?"
Buffy looked thoughtful. "Bought clothes... Bought shoes... Bought more clothes... Oh, and I got this cute little denim skirt for you."
More squealing.
Buffy grinned. She turned her head to bury her face in the nook of Spike's shoulder, and noticed he wasn't wearing his duster. As a matter of fact, he wasn't wearing was he normally wore. He had on a pair of baggy blue jeans and a blue-shaded camouflage t-shirt.
"New look," she stated.
He looked down at his clothes. "Yeah. My mom threatened to burn my duster if I didn't dress more 'civilized'."
"It looks good. You look more... boy-ish. Like a seventeen year-old."
(A/N: That was for Jen, who said the way he dressed when he's a vamp and when he's a normal 17 year-old should be kind a different. Believe me, now that I think about it, I wish I had changed it from the begining.)
"Glad you like it, luv." He kissed her on the forehead.
Buffy yawned in a noticabely fake way. "I'm tired. I've been up all day since four am."
"Want me to drive you home?"
Buffy nodded. She looked up at Willow. "I'll stop by your place tomorrow, kay?"
Willow nodded. "Can't wait to see Kylee."
Buffy moved from Spike's lap so he could stand.
"I'll see you guys later," she waved to them and walked off with Spike's arm around her waist.
Once they were outside, they ducked around a corner and procceeded to make out like... well, teenagers.
*
"She's not really tired, is she?" Xander asked Willow.
She shook her head. "Not even."
*
TBC....
*****
The gang, save Buffy, sat at a table in the Bronze near a darker corner.
"When's she gettin' here?" Spike asked for the fitith time in the last ten minutes.
Willow sighed. "She said she'd be here around five, because her dad dropped her off at four-thirty and she has to put up her stuff before she can come." Willow looked at the watch on her wrist. "It's only three."
"What, is Spike suffering from withdrawal? I thought that stopped last month," Xander said.
"He's anxious," Willow nodded. "Buffy's coming home today. You'd be anxious if it was Anya."
"Except I'm right here," Anya said.
"And Buffy isn't."
"Too bad for her."
Willow gave her a questioning look before brushing it off.
"So, Will, how's the ankle?" Xander asked.
Willow smiled widely. "I get the cast off in two weeks. I'm gonna miss those crutches."
"Yea. Everyone wants to be held up with long sticks that leave bruises under your arm and makes the other leg hurt like hell."
"Exactly."
"So, where's the Oz-man today?"
"Band practice. Need to work out a few kinks in the music. I would have watched, but I don't speak musician. It's like French except harder."
"I thought you speaked, like, three languages."
"I do. But, sadly, musician isn't one of them."
"You speak three languages?" Anya asked.
Willow nodded. "Yep. Spanish, a little bit of German, and of course, English. But, I am taking French classes this year. So, there's hope."
"Well, my parents can talk all sorts of languages. They have to. Some of their clients are from places like Russia and China. If they can't speak to them, they can't get the job. Then they can't make money and buy me things."
"And I," Xander added, "speak the one and only language of a highschool junior."
"What about you, Spike?" Willow asked him. "Do you speak some foriegn lingo that we don't know about?"
He had been staring at the wall, no paying any attention to what was going on.
She snapped her fingers in front of his face. "Hey!"
His head snapped up. "What?"
Willow giggled. "Thinkin' Buffy thoughts?"
He grinned. "What do you think?"
"I think that if I was still a teacher and you were doin' that in my class I'd be writing you up a detention, buster."
"Well, you're not my teacher, are you?"
"Nop- Ow!"
Xander buried his head in his hands. Willow turned to glare at him. He looked over at Spike, who had gone back to staring at the wall. Xander jerked his head towards the entrance of the club.
Buffy had just walked in, hair shorter, new clothes, and a grin on her face.
"Um, who wants something to drink?" Xander asked.
Willow and Anya exchanged a look and shook their heads. Xander didn't even bother asking Spike before heading towards Buffy, who had leaned against the wall as she waited for him to come over.
"Buffy!" he said in a low voice. "You're back."
She wrapped her arms around his neck in a hug. "I'm back."
He stepped back and looked her over. Her hair came just above her shoulders and curled out. Her outfit was small, tight, blue jeans that hugged her hips and flared at the ends, a leather belt that had long fringes and tied around her waist, a white long-sleeved shirt that had huge sleeve ends about ten times the size of the actual sleeve, and white sandals.
Xander ran a hand though her hair. "I like the new look. Very cool."
"Thanks. My hair grew over the summer and I like my short hair, so I got it cut a little shorter than last time."
"He'll love it."
Buffy grinned widely. "Miss me much?"
"Of course. So did everyone else. All summer, too."
"How's Willow?"
"Get's her cast off in two weeks. She's just usin' crutches now."
"That's great."
Xander looked back over at the table. "I think I better go get those drinks and let you go say hi."
"Okay."
He hugged her one more time. "I missed you, Buff."
"I missed you, too."
He released her. "Okay. Now I'm going."
Xander walked off towards the bar and Buffy turned towards the table. Willow motioned slightly with her hand for her to hurry up. Buffy walked quietly up to the table and stood behind a sulking Spike. She leaned down next to his ear.
"Guess who?" she whispered.
He turned, a grin on his face. "You're early."
"Couldn't stay away." Buffy slipped into his lap. "Miss me?"
"A whole bunch."
She grinned slyly. "Show me."
Their lips locked, tongues explored, and the touching hands was enough to make even Anya turn away.
Xander returned to his seat, a Dr.Pepper in his hand. "Man, I was hoping to avoid this part."
"It's like some scene from a movie," Anya said. "The couple meet again and then there's kissage."
Willow raised her brow. "Major kissage."
After about ten seconds, Xander snapped his fingers next their faces. "Hey! Don't you guys need air?"
They pulled apart, both panting heavily and grinning.
"That's better."
Buffy leaned her head on his shoulder. "So, what'd you guys do over the summer?"
"I stayed at home in bed," Willow pouted.
"I went shopping," Anya piped.
"I did my summer tour," Oz added.
"I got a job," Xander said proudly.
"Really?" Buffy said. "Doing what?"
"I'm helping this guy, he's a carpentar. He's getting kinda old, so he pays me $4.50 an hour to carry things around. And he lets me build stuff and sells it in his store. I get part of the profits."
"Wow. That's great, Xand. I'm hoping I don't have to work until I'm retired. Then I don't have to work and the goverment pays me anyway."
Xander shrugged. "Maybe you'll get some kind of really good job that pays you so much, you can retire early."
Buffy snorted. "Yeah. And Principal Snyder thinks teenagers are all perfect and innocent."
"What did you do over the summer?" Willow asked her.
"Well, the first day was spent putting my stuff away in my room. My Dad took me to the beach. Oh! And, he bought me a puppy."
"A puppy," Willow squealed.
Buffy nodded. "A little black lab. I named him Harley."
"That's so cute!"
"And you know what's even better? I brought him back with me."
"Really? Oh my god, I have to see him."
Buffy smiled. "I'll swing by your house tomorrow. He's really cute."
"So, what else did you do?"
Buffy looked thoughtful. "Bought clothes... Bought shoes... Bought more clothes... Oh, and I got this cute little denim skirt for you."
More squealing.
Buffy grinned. She turned her head to bury her face in the nook of Spike's shoulder, and noticed he wasn't wearing his duster. As a matter of fact, he wasn't wearing was he normally wore. He had on a pair of baggy blue jeans and a blue-shaded camouflage t-shirt.
"New look," she stated.
He looked down at his clothes. "Yeah. My mom threatened to burn my duster if I didn't dress more 'civilized'."
"It looks good. You look more... boy-ish. Like a seventeen year-old."
(A/N: That was for Jen, who said the way he dressed when he's a vamp and when he's a normal 17 year-old should be kind a different. Believe me, now that I think about it, I wish I had changed it from the begining.)
"Glad you like it, luv." He kissed her on the forehead.
Buffy yawned in a noticabely fake way. "I'm tired. I've been up all day since four am."
"Want me to drive you home?"
Buffy nodded. She looked up at Willow. "I'll stop by your place tomorrow, kay?"
Willow nodded. "Can't wait to see Kylee."
Buffy moved from Spike's lap so he could stand.
"I'll see you guys later," she waved to them and walked off with Spike's arm around her waist.
Once they were outside, they ducked around a corner and procceeded to make out like... well, teenagers.
*
"She's not really tired, is she?" Xander asked Willow.
She shook her head. "Not even."
*
TBC....