~*~ Hey guys! First some notices: Yeah, I know Spike is a lot hotter than
Angel! I have a pillow with his picture put on there and I hug it every
night! Lol! Okay, here's the story, and I am making longer chapters after
this one!
Monday morning. Every student's nightmare. But to Buffy it meant seeing Angel. And seeing Angel was good enough reason to go to school.
Buffy hopped out of bed and began to get ready, selecting a ruffly pink shirt and a light purple skirt before showering. Afterwards she grabbed a muffin, said goodbye to her mom and ran out to greet another day.
At school she met up with Willow and they walked together to first period history.
"So, how was the rest of your day?" Will asked.
"Fine. Just finishing homework, helping mom, the usu-al," she said, choking as she saw Angel Conners approaching.
"Okay, Buffy," Willow said, coaching her friend. "You can do it. Just wave and say 'hi'."
'I can do this,' she thought. "Angel! h-eek!" Buffy tripped over her own shoe and went down before Angel could even hear or see her. But someone else did.
"Here, let me help you, luv," came the soft British accent as Spike Williams picked her off the floor.
"Oh, thanks, Spike," she mumbled gratefully and embarrassedly.
"No problem. Hey, wasn't that the eighth time this month?" he asked, chuckling.
"Ninth. You weren't there once," she said glumly, her cheeks burning up, as Willow handed her her books.
"Oh, cheer up, duck. I'm sure he'll notice you-one day," he smirked and ran down the hallway before the distressed blonde could smack him.
"Ooh, that Spike!" Buffy said agitatedly, but then smiled. "He always says the right thing to make me more determined."
Willow rolled her eyes and smiled. "Whatever, Buff. C'mon, we're gonna be late."
Okay, you might have to wait a while for this next chap because it's really long, and it'll take me a while between this, my other fic, and a typed report due. So don't worry, when it comes it will be good, I promise! ~Em })i({
Monday morning. Every student's nightmare. But to Buffy it meant seeing Angel. And seeing Angel was good enough reason to go to school.
Buffy hopped out of bed and began to get ready, selecting a ruffly pink shirt and a light purple skirt before showering. Afterwards she grabbed a muffin, said goodbye to her mom and ran out to greet another day.
At school she met up with Willow and they walked together to first period history.
"So, how was the rest of your day?" Will asked.
"Fine. Just finishing homework, helping mom, the usu-al," she said, choking as she saw Angel Conners approaching.
"Okay, Buffy," Willow said, coaching her friend. "You can do it. Just wave and say 'hi'."
'I can do this,' she thought. "Angel! h-eek!" Buffy tripped over her own shoe and went down before Angel could even hear or see her. But someone else did.
"Here, let me help you, luv," came the soft British accent as Spike Williams picked her off the floor.
"Oh, thanks, Spike," she mumbled gratefully and embarrassedly.
"No problem. Hey, wasn't that the eighth time this month?" he asked, chuckling.
"Ninth. You weren't there once," she said glumly, her cheeks burning up, as Willow handed her her books.
"Oh, cheer up, duck. I'm sure he'll notice you-one day," he smirked and ran down the hallway before the distressed blonde could smack him.
"Ooh, that Spike!" Buffy said agitatedly, but then smiled. "He always says the right thing to make me more determined."
Willow rolled her eyes and smiled. "Whatever, Buff. C'mon, we're gonna be late."
Okay, you might have to wait a while for this next chap because it's really long, and it'll take me a while between this, my other fic, and a typed report due. So don't worry, when it comes it will be good, I promise! ~Em })i({