Disclaimer: I own none, only Casey. I may not even own the plot, which may be owned by Ivorycat (read her stories, they're good!). She also may be writing for this, so look out for her input. Joss, the insane god he is, owns the whole cast of characters you see, save again, for Casey, she is mine.
Attention: Look, there will be talk of, if not seen, cases of child abuse from Holtz. This happens because in my time line, Holtz took much of his anger out on Casey, and some out on Connor. But Connor was the favorite child of the two. More about that later. There also may be instance of corporal punishment. I would like to inform people that child abuse and corporal punishment are two different things. Corporal punishment will only happen when there is need for it to happen, and it will always be done in a loving environment.
Author's Note: I am going to try and put my teenage characters though what normal teenagers go through. That may be bad grades, idiot teachers, sexual harassment, drugs, alcohol, and that such. Some may be embellished a little, but guess what? If they are, that's because I have yet to experience them in my high school. Now don't say that I make this some kind of soap opera, because quite frankly, life is one.
Summery: One is to meet both Will and Charlie
Chapter Eighteen: Getting to know You
Smoke billowed out into the street as a man walked, more like stumbled, out of a bar. Another followed him. The first was drunk, there was no doubt about it, and the second was not.
"Will, hold up!" the second one cried as the first stumbled along on the street.
"But she left me Chuck, she left me," the second wailed as he halted. "She called me a monster. Even thought I helped her. I didn't have to help the Slayer, but I did. And she just threw it in my face!" he stopped ranting after a second and then continued to walk down the street.
Charlie ran after him. "Don't call me Chuck," he said with a smile on his face, Will wouldn't listen, and Charlie knew that. "No one has since Mama died, well, except you. Now why don't you give me your keys and I'll get us to your place where you can get some blood and sober up."
Will grinned, "But you bloody well know I'm a much better person while drunk."
Charlie rolled his eyes, "It's hard to explain why my mama stayed with you and Lady. But she did…and you better well listen to me, because I'm the best you got," he grinned as he plucked the keys from his older friend's pocket and dragged him to the parked car.
Thirty minutes later Spike was sprawled out on his bed, nursing a mug of blood while Charlie was on the phone.
Mr. Jameson had called earlier, his message was on the answering machine, so knowing that Will would never get around to answering it, Will intervened.
Charlie found out that Mr. Jameson needed two guys, which would now be Will and himself, to model for a runway thing. So Charlie signed himself and Will up, knowing full well that Will would not like it.
But he'd get over it; he had to pay the bills sometime.
"Boy!" Will called from the bedroom.
Charlie smiled, if it had been anyone else to dare call him that, most likely he would punch him in the jaw. But with Will, it was a term of endearment, he'd put up with it.
Will called again, and Charlie hung up the phone and went to see what the all the yelling was about.
Author's Note 2: Okay, I know somewhat short chapter. Bite me. It's a nice little thing I gave you because I'm in school and bored, and I missed a day of updating, and I owed you Charlie and Will. So here you are. Oh and go read my Christmas story entitled, A Very Scooby Christmas. It's cute I promise. Could I please have like 65 reviews…please?