Thanks for all the great reviews (they make me update faster!!).
Anyway, sorry about the last chapter, I kind of needed to get that over with. Here's a little something more suitable for the A.M.
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Joyce eyed her daughter curiously as she sat down at the head staff table. Buffy caught the look in her mom's eyes. "What?" she asked innocently.
"Did you have an argument with Willow or something?" Joyce asked as she covered Buffy's hands with one of her one.
"No. Why?" Buffy asked as she took a napkin and began folding it into a paper airplane.
Joyce eyed her daughter suspiciously. "How much money do you need?" she asked as she reached for her purse.
Buffy immediately went on the defensive, "What!? I can't suddenly decide to spend some time with my own mother and the best damn head staff in the entire world?"
Giles and Jonathan shared a quick look and burst into uncontrollable laughter. Joyce shushed the men and tried to keep a straight face as Buffy sputtered at their response. "I'm sorry baby," the woman began. "It's just that you haven't come to sit with me since you were seven years old, when you and Willow had a fight about which was cooler Barbie or Cabbage Patch Dolls. Did something happen today at the lake?"
Buffy blushed furiously and stole a glance in Spike's direction - a gesture that did not go unnoticed by her mother - then looked quickly at her crinkled napkin. "You mean besides being stranded with Darla and the bleached-wonder all day?"
Joyce looked over at the young man. "I think he's quite attractive, don't you?" Buffy just stared at her mother in disbelief. "I mean, you're always telling me how important it is to get first dibs at this place, so I thought I'd give you a head start with our new English recruit over there."
Buffy should have guessed. Her mother was always trying to set her up. Last year it was Ben, the EMT, who was hired to assist in the health center. He seemed cute enough until he went schizo, going on and on about his delinquent sister Glory.
"Mom, when are you going to learn that I can pick my own guys? I don't need you playing matchmaker."
"Was today really all that terrible? I mean, he seemed quite charming when he was in my office yesterday. He has a great sense of humor, and that accent is to die for." Joyce stole another glance at Spike who was now inspecting the ketchup bottle at his table.
"Stop pushing mom. Can we please change the subject," Buffy pleaded.
Joyce sighed, "Ok dear, what did you want to talk about?"
"Well, have you decided who's going on the buses yet to pick up the kids?" Buffy asked innocently.
'Oh dear, I think I know where this is going,' Joyce thought as she pulled out her notebook. She flipped to the appropriate section scanning the names. "Well I HAD you, Angel, Willow, Darla and Spike. But I guess after today you want me to make a few changes, right?"
"You wouldn't mind?" Buffy smiled sweetly, and then grabbed the notebook from her mom. Joyce threw her hands in the air in exasperation as she watched her daughter scribble on the notepad furiously. "I mean Willow is having a great time with Oz, so she won't mind sitting this one out. And Spike is a first year counselor, so I'm sure he'll be busy trying to get his cabin in order and going over his schedule and lesson plans." Buffy nibbled on the end of the pencil, "Hmm...Darla is going to be working at the waterfront getting everything ready for the swim tests so she can't make it." Joyce looked at Giles and Jonathan and the three rolled their eyes at the oblivious girl. "Angel won't have to worry about getting the sports equipment set up because Spike and Gunn can handle that." Jonathan snorted at that last remark, and was immediately met by a scowl from Buffy. "I think it would be best if it was Xander, that new girl Nikki, Angel and myself-"
"That sounds great sweetie," Joyce said snatching the notebook out of Buffy's clutches, "but I forgot that Cordelia put a specific request in last year to be able to go on the buses this season."
Buffy groaned. 'Great, Cordy is going to be all over Angel. Oh well, it's better than Darla. Maybe I can pay off Xander in Twinkies to keep the brunette occupied? Besides, the brunette did have a morbid fascination with making Cordelia crazy.'
"Fine. So it's me, Xander, Angel and Cordy." Buffy lept out of her seat and pulled her mom into a big hug, giving her a kiss on the cheek. "You're the best."
Buffy stood up to get in line for food only to have her mother grab her hand. "Remember honey, no one is supposed to know who's going on the buses until tomorrow. So please try to keep it a secret, ok?"
Buffy just rolled her eyes at her mother and proceeded to the line that was forming. As she passed by Spike, she really tried not to look at him, but it was like a car wreck and she just couldn't help it. She stole a look at Spike out of the corner of her eye. He was looking at her like a little lost puppy, completely guilt ridden. Buffy pushed down the weird knot that began to form in the pit of her stomach. 'It's not like he would have LIKED to spend the night in Los Angeles,' she though. 'After London, LA would probably be boring for him.' She then moved her eyes to Angel who was laughing with Darla and Gunn about something. 'Besides, Angel and I will have a much better time. It's the chance I've been waiting for.' Buffy smiled brightly, desperately trying to ignore the twinge of doubt she was feeling at her decision.
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Spike rose from his seat to exit the cafeteria along with the rest of the counselors and started walking towards his cabin. Suddenly he found himself being pushed in the opposite direction and then sprawled on a small bench in a secluded corner. He took a moment to regroup then looked up at the culprit.
"Spill." Willow said simply as she stood with her arms crossed in front of a very confused Brit.
"I don't quite follow Red." Spike said as he pulled out the pack of Marlboros he had hidden in the waistband of his shorts.
"Nuh uh Mister," Willow said shaking her head furiously. "I want to know why you and Buffy were the only people in different clothes out of the entire group who went down to the lake?"
Spike sighed as he lit his cigarette, inhaled deeply, relishing the feeling of the smoke filling his lungs, "I don't know what you're talking about," he said avoiding her eyes.
"Come on!" the small girl yelled, taking a seat next to Spike on the bench. "I've known Buffy long enough to know when something's up!"
Spike suddenly found the peeling green paint on the bench very interesting. "Well, we sort of had a little paint fight while fixing the pier. One thing led to another and...you know, why don't you just ask Buffy about this?" he asked finally looking at Willow.
The redhead laughed, "You mean Miss 'I like to keep everything bottled up and never tell anyone what I'm really feeling' Summers? I knew that if I was going to get ANY info, that you would be the one to go to." She stared deeply into Spike's eyes, "Sooooo...spill!"
Spike let out a large puff of smoke, realizing the girl wouldn't let up. "Let's just say that we landed in the water, mud ended up in all sorts of places, and I'm neither a boxer nor briefs kinda man." he looked pointedly at Willow.
Willow gasped when she realized what he was referring to. Unable to control herself, she doubled over in laughter, nearly falling off the shaky bench.
Spike looked at her in disbelief. "I would appreciate it if you didn't take quite so much enjoyment in my extreme embarrassment pet."
"I'm sorry," Willow spat out in between giggles, "It's just that Buffy must have had quite a shock. She's not the most sexually experienced girl in the world."
Spike's eyes went wide. "You mean, she never...?"
Willow cut him off quickly, "Oh, she has," she corrected. Spike relaxed a little more at that. "But her limited experience wouldn't necessarily entail that much of the touchy-feely kind of action."
"I think you've lost me luv." Spike asked as he took another puff off his cigarette.
"Oh my god, she would kill me if she ever found out I told you this." She looked sternly at Spike, "You have to promise me you will NEVER tell her what I'm about to say."
Spike nodded silently.
"Let's just say that Buffy has had all of two partners. The first being her high school boyfriend, who didn't even last ten seconds and didn't really understand anything besides first base, second base, slide it home." She accentuated the last three words by punching one fist into her open palm. "Catch my drift?" Spike nodded again. "And the second was kind of a 'wham- bam-thank-you-mam' event that never led to anything more than hundreds of phone calls from a crying, then a screaming, then finally an 'All Men are Scum' version of Buffy.
Spike felt himself filling with anger as he thought of the idiot who would do something to such a wonderful creature as Buffy. Making love was something he didn't take lightly. The devil himself would have to pry her out of his arms if he ever found himself lucky enough to be in that situation.
"So what do I do?" He asked quietly as he extinguished his cigarette out on the back of the bench.
"First, I need to know that you would never do anything to hurt her? That this is about more than a quick fuck, so you can write back to your friends in jolly old England that you bagged a 'California babe'."
Spike's jaw clenched, accentuating his sharp cheekbones, "I would never do anything-" his expression softened. "I'm not that sort Red," he said looking straight into Willow's piercing gaze. "That's actually why I came here. My last relationship wasn't that healthy. Let's just say, I was her 'wham-bam-thank-you-man' and couldn't be 'round her anymore."
Willow looked at the young man sympathetically, "Ok."
Spike's head snapped up, "You'll help me?" he asked hopefully.
"I'll do what I can. You have your work cut out for you though."
"Ah yes, 'the great poof.'" Spike frowned, recalling the way Buffy had smiled at Angel in the cafeteria.
"Who, Angel?" Spike nodded. "Let me tell you something about Angel." Willow started. "Angel is an IDIOT. Buffy's not a dumb girl Spike. Give her enough time and she'll figure that out on her own. What I'm worried about, is how to get her to give in to the lusty feelings I KNOW she's got goin' for you."
Spike just chuckled at that remark. He knew he liked this girl.
"The first thing you have to know about Buffy is that she likes a man with confidence. Someone who isn't afraid to make a fool of himself. She also needs a little verbal sparring to get her juices flowing. A bored Buffy is a disinterested Buffy," Willow added. "Finally, she needs someone who knows she's not perfect. That will listen to her problems, and accept all of her faults."
Spike listened intently as Willow laid it on the line for him.
"The first one I can help you with. The other two - you're on your own." Spike nodded. Didn't sound that hard really.all he had to do was be himself!
"We have our first rehearsal for the counselor song in about an hour. I suggest that you get whatever chip you have about performing off your shoulder, STAT."
'Bloody hell,' Spike thought, he had almost forgotten that they'd be starting their little number this afternoon. He groaned, "Do I really have to get up on stage, and do the whole singin' and dancin' bit?"
Willow nodded apologetically. "Listen Spike, I am NOT a singer, or a dancer really," she amended. "But the counselor song is soooo much fun." She jumped off the bench and clapped her hands together. "Come with me," she pulled Spike from the bench.
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Two minutes later, Willow was pounding on a door in the main building.
Spike heard a muffled voice on the other side, "Calm down, I'm coming." The door opened to reveal an annoyed looking Camp Director.
"Hey Joyce, do you mind if we use VCR for a second?" Willow said pulling Spike past Joyce.
"Be my guest," the woman said, now looking at a very empty hallway.
Willow sat herself down in front of a stack of videotapes. "Do you have a copy of last year's Welcome Song?" she asked, inspecting tapes then throwing them to the side.
"I think it's the one marked 'Arrivals 2001.'" Joyce sighed. "Would you two like something to drink? I could make some hot chocolate" she asked, resigned to the fact that she wasn't going to get anymore work done.
Spike perked up, "Do you have any of those little marshmallows?"
Joyce softened at the boyish look on his face, "Sure Spike. Willow?"
"Sure Miss Summers." Joyce left the two in front of the television as she made her way to the small kitchenette in the back of her mini-apartment.
"Found it!" Willow yelled happily as Spike warily watched her pop a video into the VCR. She grabbed the remote and plopped herself down next to Spike on the floor. "Now watch and learn," she said, pressing play.
The video began with Miss Summers welcoming the new campers to Camp Sunnydale. Suddenly a booming voice filled his ears, "And now...please welcome your 2001 Sunny-D counselors and staff!" All of a sudden twenty or so young people flooded the stage and began singing something that sounded like "Old Time Rock 'N Roll" but with different lyrics.
He couldn't believe his eyes, there were Xander, Willow, Buffy, Angel, Gunn, and a couple of other faces he recognized from the last 24 hours on the stage, singing and dancing like idiots. And they looked like they were loving it. He watched as Willow and Buffy started spinning in circles, bumping their hips together like they were at some high school dance.
The music changed as the male counselors came to the front of the stage singing a new rendition of 'Stayin' Alive.' From the loud cheering, Spike could tell the kids didn't mind that not a one of them could dance. Sounds of screaming teenage girls could be heard as the boys wiggled and danced John Travolta style.
Willow looked at Spike out the corner of her eye, and smiled widely at the silly grin that was plastered on his face. 'Yup, he's a lifer,' she thought happily.
Spike watched mesmerized as Xander struck a pose and pulled some little girl from the audience and started to tango with her up and down the aisles.
Suddenly the music changed again, this time to 'Proud Mary'. All the guys were now in the audience, shaking the campers' hands, as the girls' took their turn to strut their stuff. Spike couldn't take his eyes off of Buffy. He knew that she was the head of the dance department but he hadn't seen her move until now. She was amazing. Sure the steps didn't seem to be that difficult, but she moved with such grace that it took his breath away. He thought that she glowed down by the water, but this was indescribable. She looked as though she belonged up there. She owned the stage. No one held a candle to her.
Soon the music changed again as the entire crew filed on stage singing something that sounded like 'Mamma Mia' by ABBA. The kids were now standing on chairs jumping up and down screaming. He heard the music build and the entire group rushed to the front of the stage waving their hands and grinning like idiots as the final chord sounded.
Willow stopped the tape and turned to Spike who sat in stunned silence. Some time during the viewing Joyce had taken a seat on the couch to join in the fun. Willow and Joyce smiled at each other and looked expectantly at Spike.
"That was just...INSANE!" Spike yelled. Willow and Joyce looked at each other nervously for a moment, worried that this might not be going where they'd thought it was.
Spike jumped up and continued, "I mean, it was bloody brilliant!" Willow let out a laugh and clapped her hands excitedly. "Did you hear how loud those kids were screamin'?" Willow and Joyce just continued to smile and nod. "And that dancing? I mean, Xander looked like an idiot! It was fantastic!"
Both women started laughing. "I think he's got the bug," the older woman said.
"You're damn right I do! When do we start learnin' this thing?" the blonde responded.
Willow ran over to Spike and pulled him into a big hug. "I knew you couldn't resist!"
Spike blushed and sat down on the couch, his heart going a mile a minute. Innocently he turned to Joyce, "So, is my cuppa ready?"
Anyway, sorry about the last chapter, I kind of needed to get that over with. Here's a little something more suitable for the A.M.
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Joyce eyed her daughter curiously as she sat down at the head staff table. Buffy caught the look in her mom's eyes. "What?" she asked innocently.
"Did you have an argument with Willow or something?" Joyce asked as she covered Buffy's hands with one of her one.
"No. Why?" Buffy asked as she took a napkin and began folding it into a paper airplane.
Joyce eyed her daughter suspiciously. "How much money do you need?" she asked as she reached for her purse.
Buffy immediately went on the defensive, "What!? I can't suddenly decide to spend some time with my own mother and the best damn head staff in the entire world?"
Giles and Jonathan shared a quick look and burst into uncontrollable laughter. Joyce shushed the men and tried to keep a straight face as Buffy sputtered at their response. "I'm sorry baby," the woman began. "It's just that you haven't come to sit with me since you were seven years old, when you and Willow had a fight about which was cooler Barbie or Cabbage Patch Dolls. Did something happen today at the lake?"
Buffy blushed furiously and stole a glance in Spike's direction - a gesture that did not go unnoticed by her mother - then looked quickly at her crinkled napkin. "You mean besides being stranded with Darla and the bleached-wonder all day?"
Joyce looked over at the young man. "I think he's quite attractive, don't you?" Buffy just stared at her mother in disbelief. "I mean, you're always telling me how important it is to get first dibs at this place, so I thought I'd give you a head start with our new English recruit over there."
Buffy should have guessed. Her mother was always trying to set her up. Last year it was Ben, the EMT, who was hired to assist in the health center. He seemed cute enough until he went schizo, going on and on about his delinquent sister Glory.
"Mom, when are you going to learn that I can pick my own guys? I don't need you playing matchmaker."
"Was today really all that terrible? I mean, he seemed quite charming when he was in my office yesterday. He has a great sense of humor, and that accent is to die for." Joyce stole another glance at Spike who was now inspecting the ketchup bottle at his table.
"Stop pushing mom. Can we please change the subject," Buffy pleaded.
Joyce sighed, "Ok dear, what did you want to talk about?"
"Well, have you decided who's going on the buses yet to pick up the kids?" Buffy asked innocently.
'Oh dear, I think I know where this is going,' Joyce thought as she pulled out her notebook. She flipped to the appropriate section scanning the names. "Well I HAD you, Angel, Willow, Darla and Spike. But I guess after today you want me to make a few changes, right?"
"You wouldn't mind?" Buffy smiled sweetly, and then grabbed the notebook from her mom. Joyce threw her hands in the air in exasperation as she watched her daughter scribble on the notepad furiously. "I mean Willow is having a great time with Oz, so she won't mind sitting this one out. And Spike is a first year counselor, so I'm sure he'll be busy trying to get his cabin in order and going over his schedule and lesson plans." Buffy nibbled on the end of the pencil, "Hmm...Darla is going to be working at the waterfront getting everything ready for the swim tests so she can't make it." Joyce looked at Giles and Jonathan and the three rolled their eyes at the oblivious girl. "Angel won't have to worry about getting the sports equipment set up because Spike and Gunn can handle that." Jonathan snorted at that last remark, and was immediately met by a scowl from Buffy. "I think it would be best if it was Xander, that new girl Nikki, Angel and myself-"
"That sounds great sweetie," Joyce said snatching the notebook out of Buffy's clutches, "but I forgot that Cordelia put a specific request in last year to be able to go on the buses this season."
Buffy groaned. 'Great, Cordy is going to be all over Angel. Oh well, it's better than Darla. Maybe I can pay off Xander in Twinkies to keep the brunette occupied? Besides, the brunette did have a morbid fascination with making Cordelia crazy.'
"Fine. So it's me, Xander, Angel and Cordy." Buffy lept out of her seat and pulled her mom into a big hug, giving her a kiss on the cheek. "You're the best."
Buffy stood up to get in line for food only to have her mother grab her hand. "Remember honey, no one is supposed to know who's going on the buses until tomorrow. So please try to keep it a secret, ok?"
Buffy just rolled her eyes at her mother and proceeded to the line that was forming. As she passed by Spike, she really tried not to look at him, but it was like a car wreck and she just couldn't help it. She stole a look at Spike out of the corner of her eye. He was looking at her like a little lost puppy, completely guilt ridden. Buffy pushed down the weird knot that began to form in the pit of her stomach. 'It's not like he would have LIKED to spend the night in Los Angeles,' she though. 'After London, LA would probably be boring for him.' She then moved her eyes to Angel who was laughing with Darla and Gunn about something. 'Besides, Angel and I will have a much better time. It's the chance I've been waiting for.' Buffy smiled brightly, desperately trying to ignore the twinge of doubt she was feeling at her decision.
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Spike rose from his seat to exit the cafeteria along with the rest of the counselors and started walking towards his cabin. Suddenly he found himself being pushed in the opposite direction and then sprawled on a small bench in a secluded corner. He took a moment to regroup then looked up at the culprit.
"Spill." Willow said simply as she stood with her arms crossed in front of a very confused Brit.
"I don't quite follow Red." Spike said as he pulled out the pack of Marlboros he had hidden in the waistband of his shorts.
"Nuh uh Mister," Willow said shaking her head furiously. "I want to know why you and Buffy were the only people in different clothes out of the entire group who went down to the lake?"
Spike sighed as he lit his cigarette, inhaled deeply, relishing the feeling of the smoke filling his lungs, "I don't know what you're talking about," he said avoiding her eyes.
"Come on!" the small girl yelled, taking a seat next to Spike on the bench. "I've known Buffy long enough to know when something's up!"
Spike suddenly found the peeling green paint on the bench very interesting. "Well, we sort of had a little paint fight while fixing the pier. One thing led to another and...you know, why don't you just ask Buffy about this?" he asked finally looking at Willow.
The redhead laughed, "You mean Miss 'I like to keep everything bottled up and never tell anyone what I'm really feeling' Summers? I knew that if I was going to get ANY info, that you would be the one to go to." She stared deeply into Spike's eyes, "Sooooo...spill!"
Spike let out a large puff of smoke, realizing the girl wouldn't let up. "Let's just say that we landed in the water, mud ended up in all sorts of places, and I'm neither a boxer nor briefs kinda man." he looked pointedly at Willow.
Willow gasped when she realized what he was referring to. Unable to control herself, she doubled over in laughter, nearly falling off the shaky bench.
Spike looked at her in disbelief. "I would appreciate it if you didn't take quite so much enjoyment in my extreme embarrassment pet."
"I'm sorry," Willow spat out in between giggles, "It's just that Buffy must have had quite a shock. She's not the most sexually experienced girl in the world."
Spike's eyes went wide. "You mean, she never...?"
Willow cut him off quickly, "Oh, she has," she corrected. Spike relaxed a little more at that. "But her limited experience wouldn't necessarily entail that much of the touchy-feely kind of action."
"I think you've lost me luv." Spike asked as he took another puff off his cigarette.
"Oh my god, she would kill me if she ever found out I told you this." She looked sternly at Spike, "You have to promise me you will NEVER tell her what I'm about to say."
Spike nodded silently.
"Let's just say that Buffy has had all of two partners. The first being her high school boyfriend, who didn't even last ten seconds and didn't really understand anything besides first base, second base, slide it home." She accentuated the last three words by punching one fist into her open palm. "Catch my drift?" Spike nodded again. "And the second was kind of a 'wham- bam-thank-you-mam' event that never led to anything more than hundreds of phone calls from a crying, then a screaming, then finally an 'All Men are Scum' version of Buffy.
Spike felt himself filling with anger as he thought of the idiot who would do something to such a wonderful creature as Buffy. Making love was something he didn't take lightly. The devil himself would have to pry her out of his arms if he ever found himself lucky enough to be in that situation.
"So what do I do?" He asked quietly as he extinguished his cigarette out on the back of the bench.
"First, I need to know that you would never do anything to hurt her? That this is about more than a quick fuck, so you can write back to your friends in jolly old England that you bagged a 'California babe'."
Spike's jaw clenched, accentuating his sharp cheekbones, "I would never do anything-" his expression softened. "I'm not that sort Red," he said looking straight into Willow's piercing gaze. "That's actually why I came here. My last relationship wasn't that healthy. Let's just say, I was her 'wham-bam-thank-you-man' and couldn't be 'round her anymore."
Willow looked at the young man sympathetically, "Ok."
Spike's head snapped up, "You'll help me?" he asked hopefully.
"I'll do what I can. You have your work cut out for you though."
"Ah yes, 'the great poof.'" Spike frowned, recalling the way Buffy had smiled at Angel in the cafeteria.
"Who, Angel?" Spike nodded. "Let me tell you something about Angel." Willow started. "Angel is an IDIOT. Buffy's not a dumb girl Spike. Give her enough time and she'll figure that out on her own. What I'm worried about, is how to get her to give in to the lusty feelings I KNOW she's got goin' for you."
Spike just chuckled at that remark. He knew he liked this girl.
"The first thing you have to know about Buffy is that she likes a man with confidence. Someone who isn't afraid to make a fool of himself. She also needs a little verbal sparring to get her juices flowing. A bored Buffy is a disinterested Buffy," Willow added. "Finally, she needs someone who knows she's not perfect. That will listen to her problems, and accept all of her faults."
Spike listened intently as Willow laid it on the line for him.
"The first one I can help you with. The other two - you're on your own." Spike nodded. Didn't sound that hard really.all he had to do was be himself!
"We have our first rehearsal for the counselor song in about an hour. I suggest that you get whatever chip you have about performing off your shoulder, STAT."
'Bloody hell,' Spike thought, he had almost forgotten that they'd be starting their little number this afternoon. He groaned, "Do I really have to get up on stage, and do the whole singin' and dancin' bit?"
Willow nodded apologetically. "Listen Spike, I am NOT a singer, or a dancer really," she amended. "But the counselor song is soooo much fun." She jumped off the bench and clapped her hands together. "Come with me," she pulled Spike from the bench.
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Two minutes later, Willow was pounding on a door in the main building.
Spike heard a muffled voice on the other side, "Calm down, I'm coming." The door opened to reveal an annoyed looking Camp Director.
"Hey Joyce, do you mind if we use VCR for a second?" Willow said pulling Spike past Joyce.
"Be my guest," the woman said, now looking at a very empty hallway.
Willow sat herself down in front of a stack of videotapes. "Do you have a copy of last year's Welcome Song?" she asked, inspecting tapes then throwing them to the side.
"I think it's the one marked 'Arrivals 2001.'" Joyce sighed. "Would you two like something to drink? I could make some hot chocolate" she asked, resigned to the fact that she wasn't going to get anymore work done.
Spike perked up, "Do you have any of those little marshmallows?"
Joyce softened at the boyish look on his face, "Sure Spike. Willow?"
"Sure Miss Summers." Joyce left the two in front of the television as she made her way to the small kitchenette in the back of her mini-apartment.
"Found it!" Willow yelled happily as Spike warily watched her pop a video into the VCR. She grabbed the remote and plopped herself down next to Spike on the floor. "Now watch and learn," she said, pressing play.
The video began with Miss Summers welcoming the new campers to Camp Sunnydale. Suddenly a booming voice filled his ears, "And now...please welcome your 2001 Sunny-D counselors and staff!" All of a sudden twenty or so young people flooded the stage and began singing something that sounded like "Old Time Rock 'N Roll" but with different lyrics.
He couldn't believe his eyes, there were Xander, Willow, Buffy, Angel, Gunn, and a couple of other faces he recognized from the last 24 hours on the stage, singing and dancing like idiots. And they looked like they were loving it. He watched as Willow and Buffy started spinning in circles, bumping their hips together like they were at some high school dance.
The music changed as the male counselors came to the front of the stage singing a new rendition of 'Stayin' Alive.' From the loud cheering, Spike could tell the kids didn't mind that not a one of them could dance. Sounds of screaming teenage girls could be heard as the boys wiggled and danced John Travolta style.
Willow looked at Spike out the corner of her eye, and smiled widely at the silly grin that was plastered on his face. 'Yup, he's a lifer,' she thought happily.
Spike watched mesmerized as Xander struck a pose and pulled some little girl from the audience and started to tango with her up and down the aisles.
Suddenly the music changed again, this time to 'Proud Mary'. All the guys were now in the audience, shaking the campers' hands, as the girls' took their turn to strut their stuff. Spike couldn't take his eyes off of Buffy. He knew that she was the head of the dance department but he hadn't seen her move until now. She was amazing. Sure the steps didn't seem to be that difficult, but she moved with such grace that it took his breath away. He thought that she glowed down by the water, but this was indescribable. She looked as though she belonged up there. She owned the stage. No one held a candle to her.
Soon the music changed again as the entire crew filed on stage singing something that sounded like 'Mamma Mia' by ABBA. The kids were now standing on chairs jumping up and down screaming. He heard the music build and the entire group rushed to the front of the stage waving their hands and grinning like idiots as the final chord sounded.
Willow stopped the tape and turned to Spike who sat in stunned silence. Some time during the viewing Joyce had taken a seat on the couch to join in the fun. Willow and Joyce smiled at each other and looked expectantly at Spike.
"That was just...INSANE!" Spike yelled. Willow and Joyce looked at each other nervously for a moment, worried that this might not be going where they'd thought it was.
Spike jumped up and continued, "I mean, it was bloody brilliant!" Willow let out a laugh and clapped her hands excitedly. "Did you hear how loud those kids were screamin'?" Willow and Joyce just continued to smile and nod. "And that dancing? I mean, Xander looked like an idiot! It was fantastic!"
Both women started laughing. "I think he's got the bug," the older woman said.
"You're damn right I do! When do we start learnin' this thing?" the blonde responded.
Willow ran over to Spike and pulled him into a big hug. "I knew you couldn't resist!"
Spike blushed and sat down on the couch, his heart going a mile a minute. Innocently he turned to Joyce, "So, is my cuppa ready?"
