A/N: So I'm feeling a tad better. I've no fever anyway. I still have a cold
from hell though and can hardly sleep because I'm coughing so hard I think
my tonsils are gonna come out. Anyways this chapter is a little tiny bit
longer than the previous ones. I'm trying to make up for being sick but I
can post each chapter faster if they're a bit shorter.
I could also use some help with two things. First of all I need a crash course in how the American School system works. You know: How old are you when you graduate from high school? How does the sophomore, senior thing work? And so on. Since I've never gone to school in America I really don't know how the whole thing works.
Also I need some help on what rating this story should have. I'm from Sweden and we're pretty liberal. For one thing you are allowed to have sex when you turn 15, wait they recently changed it to 16 I think.
So please either write these things in a review or email me at: ceteri_phale@hotmail.com
Thank you.
Chapter 4 - Love at First Sight?
The bluest eyes Buffy had ever seen came in a package including peroxide blonde hair, cheekbones to die for, a sexy smirk and. Buffy looked a bit further down. Yep he had the most fabulous upper body she'd ever seen on a guy. He wore a tight black t-shirt that hugged his upper body in a very hot way.
Buffy reminded herself that it was rude to drool. She wondered how old he was. She would guess that he was somewhere between 20 and 25. He was definitely not younger than 20, she was sure of that, and if he was older than 25. well. then she would just have to kill herself.
"Miss?" Spike said in an amused voice.
Buffy was ripped out of her thoughts. She blushed hotly.
Girls had been reacting to Spike like this his entire life, or at least since he turned 15, even before he got famous. Fear surged through him nonetheless. What if she recognized him? He'd encountered a lot of people on the plane and on the airport. They didn't seem to recognize him. But. his thoughts were interrupted by the sound of her voice.
"I'm sorry. I was just. So what was it you wanted?" Buffy managed to get out in an embarrassed tone of voice.
He let out a quiet sigh of relief. She hadn't recognized him. He took a better look at her now that he was less nervous. She had golden blonde hair cascading down her shoulders. She was short and fine boned and had the cutest little nose. He could sense the scent of vanilla coming of her.
She was very attractive and he would love to date her. Spike froze up when that thought hit his brain. He wasn't here to date. Dating was what had gotten him here in the first place.
If he started dating this girl then he might fall in love with her and he had vowed never to do that.
All the same she was pretty. He figured that he was drawn to her since she was the complete opposite to Drusilla. Whereas Drusilla had been tall and dark this girl was short and blonde.
His mentally shook his head and thought: "Oh Spike just because they are exact opposites in appearance it doesn't mean that the same goes for their personalities."
He wondered how old she was. He was hoping for 19 or 20 but she looked more like 17 or 18.
He caught her looking at him in an amused sort of way with her arms crossed over her chest and realized that he hadn't answered her question.
Now it was his turn to blush.
"I'm sorry miss."
"My name's Buffy."
Buffy? What kind of inconsiderate parents would name their child that? Perhaps it was a nickname? Certainly it must be.
"My name is William. William Giles." He said reaching out through the open window to shake her hand.
She took his hand and shook it with a smile. She liked the name. It sounded so refined and British. Although it didn't really match the accent which sounded more street than upper class.
She wanted to know everything there was to know about him.
"So how can I help you William Giles?"
"Just William, please." Spike said with a chuckle.
It was just too classic Buffy just HAD to make a joke out of it.
"So. Just William.. How can I help you?"
This got a roaring laugh out of him. Buffy was astounded. She had thought that he was sexy when he smiled but that laugh just sent shivers of pleasure up her spine.
"I guess I deserved that." Spike said still smiling. "You think I would've learned to choose my words better by now"
His last remark was referring to how he had to learn how to speak to the press so they wouldn't be getting the wrong idea.
"What do you mean?"
Bloody hell! He was going to give it all away by this rate. Why not just wear a big bloody sign saying: "I'm Spike Ripper!"
"Uh. What?"
Spike cursed himself. That was the lamest way to buy time ever. It was so OBVOIUS. plus it made him look like a bloody fool.
"Why would you have learned how to choose you're words better by now? It just sounded like you had a good reason for it." Buffy said explaining away as if SHE was feeling stupid.
Spikes mind raced, searching for a good explanation that wasn't too much of a lie. He couldn't explain it but he really didn't want to lie to this girl.
Then he thought about his little sister Tara.
"I just have this younger sister who takes EVERYTHING I say literally"
That wasn't too much of a lie. Tara did have a problem spotting sarcasm but that was just because she herself would never say something and not mean it the way she said it. She wasn't stupid, she was just the sweetest girl god had ever created.
Buffy laughed.
"I see. So you really should know better by now."
"Yeah I should." Spike replied self criticizing. "Look Buffy I'm feeling kinda weird talking to you while you're standing out there and I'm sitting out here so."
He didn't even get a chance to finish the sentence before she opened the door and sat down in the car beside him.
"I meant that I could come out and stand next to you. You didn't have to come into my car"
"I know. But it's cold and my feet are tired" Buffy smiled.
"You're putting an awful lot of trust in me sitting down in my car like this. What if I'm a rapist or a murderer? Then you'd be completely at my mercy."
"But you're not" Buffy said still smiling.
"No, but that's besides the point. I COULD be and if I was I bloody well wouldn't tell you that."
Buffy laughed and Spike found himself enchanted. He never wanted this moment to stop. He knew next to nothing about her and still he wanted to be in her presence always.
He HAD to do something. He would not, could not allow himself to fall in love again. He'd been broken hearted one time too many.
Something odd struck him then he hadn't felt bad about Drusilla since before leaving for New York. Perhaps she was out of his system. He felt a hard pang of pain take hold of his wounded heart and realized it wasn't so, he had just been distracted.
"So you're from England?" Buffy said changing the subject.
"Yeah. However did you guess?"
"Female intuition I guess" Buffy shrugged with a smile.
As they laughed together Spike banished all thoughts of Drusilla and just enjoyed the moment.
"Do you mind if I turn on the radio?" Spike asked Buffy in a tender tone that surprised her.
She felt a bit uncomfortable, mostly because she shouldn't be feeling so close to this guy she had just recently met.
"Could you crank up the heat as well? I swear I'm gonna freeze to death." Buffy said jokingly.
"Oh my God, I'm so sorry luv"
Spike cursed himself for being so inconsiderate. He could see the goosebumps on her bare arms.
He, who was used to the brisk London weather was almost breaking a sweat, but she on the other hand who was used to the hot Californian weather must indeed be freezing especially since she was only wearing a thin camisole.
He reached back in back seat and got hold of his old leather jacket. He had not felt any need for wearing it since it was so damned hot.
"Here, wear this luv. I think the heat is broken"
Buffy was taken aback by him calling her "luv" - twice now - perhaps it was just a silly British endearment like "darling" or something but it made her feel special.
She was surprised to find that she definitely wouldn't mind being his "luv". She knew nothing about him, besides that he was gorgeous and nice to talk with, and yet she was considering a relationship with him?
She knew that she was shallow, but this wasn't just any relationship she was considering it was a life long commitment.
When he offered her his jacket she just about fell through the floor. Was this guy for real? He was acting like a real gentleman. Gratefully she put on the jacket.
"Thank you"
"Don't mention it" Spike said while turning on the radio, the first thing he heard was his own voice. He quickly changed the channel, hoping that Buffy hadn't noticed.
Buffy felt a small tingle between her legs when she heard the familiar voice of Spike Ripper coming out of the loudspeakers.
She had only just recognized the voice when William changed station and instead they listened to some hard rock band like Sex Pistols.
Spike was sweating hard. If she listened to him sing than perhaps she would recognize his voice. Crisis averted though he decided to relax and listen to the radio. Sex Pistols was one of his favorite bands.
Buffy, however, was not so fond of Sex Pistols.
"William?"
"Yeah what is it Buffy?" Spike said gazing of in the distance.
"Could we change the channel?"
This brought him back to her in a snap.
"What? Why?"
Buffy couldn't help but smile at how cute he looked.
"I don't like the Sex Pistols and Hard Nights were on the other channel"
Spike groaned within.
"You like Hard Nights then I gather?"
Buffy nodded and added with a pleading voice and puppy eyes:
"Please?"
Spike knew that he shouldn't change the channel, but he couldn't resist her.
"Alright then"
He changed the channel and Hard Nights newest single "Crimson Dreams" flowed out of loudspeakers.
~Crimson Dreams after midnight~ ~There's no living soul in sight~ ~No one to see my dreams~ ~shatter and scream~
Buffy closed her eyes and gently swayed with the music. When the refrain came she sang along with a surprisingly nice voice. Spike was astounded to hear how well her vocals fitted his.
He found herself thinking that she might make a nice addition to the band. They could travel the world together. Hey wait a minute! Spike cursed himself again and gave himself a mental lecture.
"First of all you're not going to blow your cover dimwit and secondly 'traveling the world with her'? Are my brain cells failing or something?"
~Ever since I've lost her~ ~My world turned to dust~ ~And my dreams turned to blood~ ~In her I put all of my trust~ ~Now that she's went away~ ~I've nothing to say~
Spike looked at Buffy's face while she listened and he was enthralled by what he saw. She was letting the music flow freely over and inside her. She looked as if she was feeling everything he had felt when he wrote the song.
In that moment he knew that he only needed one fan in the entire world as long as that fan was her. The feeling scared him.
The song was over and Buffy opened her eyes. She loved Spike Ripper's voice, the way it flowed inside of her and made her FEEL.
She looked over at William and smiled.
"They're my favorite band."
"So you're a big fan then?"
Spike new he should distance himself from her as fast as he could. Not only could she blow his cover and his vacation there was also a big risk that he could fall in love with her.
"Yeah I guess you could say that. I listen to their first album every night before I go to sleep."
Oh Bloody Hell!
"Really?"
"Yeah" Buffy smiled dreamily "Aren't they just the best?"
"I wouldn't know. I've hardly heard anything of them. Not really my kind of music" Spike lied.
"B-b-but they're HARD NIGHTS? How can you NOT listen to them?"
"How can you not listen to Sex Pistols?" Spike retorted with a smirk.
"I see your point" Buffy said with a pout.
Spike groaned within. That tiny little pout was totally turning him on. He replied lightly trying to hide his discomfort.
"Good girl"
Buffy glanced at the dashboard.
"Oh my God? Is it that late? I have to get home! My mom's gonna be worried sick!" Buffy reached for the handle "I've got to go. Where do you live? Maybe we could get together sometime and have. coffee or something?"
Spike then remembered why he had stopped her in the first place. He hit is hand to his forehead.
"That's what I needed help with!"
"What?" Buffy said confused.
"I'm new in town and I have nowhere to stay. I was planning on staying at a motel, at least until I've gotten my own place."
Buffy found herself filled with a ridiculously happy feeling.
"So you're moving to town?"
Spike registered her happy smile and wondered why she was so happy. Surely it wasn't because he was moving in?
"Yeah, for now at least. But I called you over since I can't seem to find any motels at all and I'm really not looking forward to spending the night in my car."
Buffy giggled.
"I can understand that!"
"Hey! There's nothing wrong with the car!"
"Of course not, whatever you say" Buffy said teasingly.
Spike growled at her.
"So can you give me directions or not?"
"I'll do better! If you promise to take me home afterwards I can show you the way"
Spike shook her hand.
"Deal! Buckle up luv"
Buffy smiled and put on her seatbelt.
***
It didn't take them long to get to the motel and checking Spike in. The rooms weren't big or luxurious, but there was a bed and a bathroom and that was all that Spike needed for the time being.
After putting his suitcase in the room and looking the door he got back to the car and got in.
"So where to now madam?" he said in an extremely British upper class voice sounding exactly like a butler.
"To the mansion James!" Buffy said pretending to be a pompous lady ordering her Rolls Royce driver to take her home.
They laughed and talked all the way to Buffy's house and well there neither of them wanted to get out of the car.
"So, this is me" Buffy said in a regretful voice.
"Yeah" Spike replied equally regretful.
"I guess I'd better get going"
"Yeah you probably should"
They sat absolutely still not saying anything. When they spoke they spoke at the same time:
"Buffy."
"Would you."
They laughed.
"You first" Buffy said while still laughing.
"No you first" Spike said with a tender smile that made Buffy's heart ache.
"I was just wondering if you would like to go catch a movie with me tomorrow" Buffy said nervously.
She hoped that he would want to go with her, despite the fact the she was younger, oh she must seem like such a baby to him.
"I'm sorry I can't. I'm gonna be real busy the next few days." Spike replied regretfully.
So it was true. He did think of her as a little girl. He'd probably only talked to her because he felt obligated. Buffy just wanted to get out of the car. She felt so stupid for entirely misreading the entire situation and now he was trying to get out gracefully without hurting her feelings.
"I was wondering if you'd like to go flat hunting with me tomorrow afternoon."
Buffy felt her heart surging with happiness. She HADN'T misread the situation at all. He liked her and cared about her.
"Sure! Do you want my cell phone number?" Buffy asked.
Spike let Buffy write down the number on his hand. When her hand touched his it felt like he was going to melt like butter on a hot summer day.
Buffy glanced at the watched and felt a small stab of panic.
"I have to go now! Mom's going to be furious!"
"I understand" Spike said smiling "I'll see you again tomorrow, right?"
Buffy nodded happily.
"That you will"
Buffy got out of the car with a smile. Spike followed her with his eyes until she had gone into her house.
He stifled a yawn and decided to go straight to the motel and get some sleep.
When Buffy got in through the door she heard her mother's voice.
"Buffy Anne Summers where have you been? I've been worried sick!"
***
A/N. So it turned out to be more than a little tiny bit longer than previous chapter. This chapter is roughly 10 pages whereas last chapter was like 5. so I'm doubling up. From here on though you should only expect 5 page chapters. This was only because I've been sick and wanted to make it up to you.
I could also use some help with two things. First of all I need a crash course in how the American School system works. You know: How old are you when you graduate from high school? How does the sophomore, senior thing work? And so on. Since I've never gone to school in America I really don't know how the whole thing works.
Also I need some help on what rating this story should have. I'm from Sweden and we're pretty liberal. For one thing you are allowed to have sex when you turn 15, wait they recently changed it to 16 I think.
So please either write these things in a review or email me at: ceteri_phale@hotmail.com
Thank you.
Chapter 4 - Love at First Sight?
The bluest eyes Buffy had ever seen came in a package including peroxide blonde hair, cheekbones to die for, a sexy smirk and. Buffy looked a bit further down. Yep he had the most fabulous upper body she'd ever seen on a guy. He wore a tight black t-shirt that hugged his upper body in a very hot way.
Buffy reminded herself that it was rude to drool. She wondered how old he was. She would guess that he was somewhere between 20 and 25. He was definitely not younger than 20, she was sure of that, and if he was older than 25. well. then she would just have to kill herself.
"Miss?" Spike said in an amused voice.
Buffy was ripped out of her thoughts. She blushed hotly.
Girls had been reacting to Spike like this his entire life, or at least since he turned 15, even before he got famous. Fear surged through him nonetheless. What if she recognized him? He'd encountered a lot of people on the plane and on the airport. They didn't seem to recognize him. But. his thoughts were interrupted by the sound of her voice.
"I'm sorry. I was just. So what was it you wanted?" Buffy managed to get out in an embarrassed tone of voice.
He let out a quiet sigh of relief. She hadn't recognized him. He took a better look at her now that he was less nervous. She had golden blonde hair cascading down her shoulders. She was short and fine boned and had the cutest little nose. He could sense the scent of vanilla coming of her.
She was very attractive and he would love to date her. Spike froze up when that thought hit his brain. He wasn't here to date. Dating was what had gotten him here in the first place.
If he started dating this girl then he might fall in love with her and he had vowed never to do that.
All the same she was pretty. He figured that he was drawn to her since she was the complete opposite to Drusilla. Whereas Drusilla had been tall and dark this girl was short and blonde.
His mentally shook his head and thought: "Oh Spike just because they are exact opposites in appearance it doesn't mean that the same goes for their personalities."
He wondered how old she was. He was hoping for 19 or 20 but she looked more like 17 or 18.
He caught her looking at him in an amused sort of way with her arms crossed over her chest and realized that he hadn't answered her question.
Now it was his turn to blush.
"I'm sorry miss."
"My name's Buffy."
Buffy? What kind of inconsiderate parents would name their child that? Perhaps it was a nickname? Certainly it must be.
"My name is William. William Giles." He said reaching out through the open window to shake her hand.
She took his hand and shook it with a smile. She liked the name. It sounded so refined and British. Although it didn't really match the accent which sounded more street than upper class.
She wanted to know everything there was to know about him.
"So how can I help you William Giles?"
"Just William, please." Spike said with a chuckle.
It was just too classic Buffy just HAD to make a joke out of it.
"So. Just William.. How can I help you?"
This got a roaring laugh out of him. Buffy was astounded. She had thought that he was sexy when he smiled but that laugh just sent shivers of pleasure up her spine.
"I guess I deserved that." Spike said still smiling. "You think I would've learned to choose my words better by now"
His last remark was referring to how he had to learn how to speak to the press so they wouldn't be getting the wrong idea.
"What do you mean?"
Bloody hell! He was going to give it all away by this rate. Why not just wear a big bloody sign saying: "I'm Spike Ripper!"
"Uh. What?"
Spike cursed himself. That was the lamest way to buy time ever. It was so OBVOIUS. plus it made him look like a bloody fool.
"Why would you have learned how to choose you're words better by now? It just sounded like you had a good reason for it." Buffy said explaining away as if SHE was feeling stupid.
Spikes mind raced, searching for a good explanation that wasn't too much of a lie. He couldn't explain it but he really didn't want to lie to this girl.
Then he thought about his little sister Tara.
"I just have this younger sister who takes EVERYTHING I say literally"
That wasn't too much of a lie. Tara did have a problem spotting sarcasm but that was just because she herself would never say something and not mean it the way she said it. She wasn't stupid, she was just the sweetest girl god had ever created.
Buffy laughed.
"I see. So you really should know better by now."
"Yeah I should." Spike replied self criticizing. "Look Buffy I'm feeling kinda weird talking to you while you're standing out there and I'm sitting out here so."
He didn't even get a chance to finish the sentence before she opened the door and sat down in the car beside him.
"I meant that I could come out and stand next to you. You didn't have to come into my car"
"I know. But it's cold and my feet are tired" Buffy smiled.
"You're putting an awful lot of trust in me sitting down in my car like this. What if I'm a rapist or a murderer? Then you'd be completely at my mercy."
"But you're not" Buffy said still smiling.
"No, but that's besides the point. I COULD be and if I was I bloody well wouldn't tell you that."
Buffy laughed and Spike found himself enchanted. He never wanted this moment to stop. He knew next to nothing about her and still he wanted to be in her presence always.
He HAD to do something. He would not, could not allow himself to fall in love again. He'd been broken hearted one time too many.
Something odd struck him then he hadn't felt bad about Drusilla since before leaving for New York. Perhaps she was out of his system. He felt a hard pang of pain take hold of his wounded heart and realized it wasn't so, he had just been distracted.
"So you're from England?" Buffy said changing the subject.
"Yeah. However did you guess?"
"Female intuition I guess" Buffy shrugged with a smile.
As they laughed together Spike banished all thoughts of Drusilla and just enjoyed the moment.
"Do you mind if I turn on the radio?" Spike asked Buffy in a tender tone that surprised her.
She felt a bit uncomfortable, mostly because she shouldn't be feeling so close to this guy she had just recently met.
"Could you crank up the heat as well? I swear I'm gonna freeze to death." Buffy said jokingly.
"Oh my God, I'm so sorry luv"
Spike cursed himself for being so inconsiderate. He could see the goosebumps on her bare arms.
He, who was used to the brisk London weather was almost breaking a sweat, but she on the other hand who was used to the hot Californian weather must indeed be freezing especially since she was only wearing a thin camisole.
He reached back in back seat and got hold of his old leather jacket. He had not felt any need for wearing it since it was so damned hot.
"Here, wear this luv. I think the heat is broken"
Buffy was taken aback by him calling her "luv" - twice now - perhaps it was just a silly British endearment like "darling" or something but it made her feel special.
She was surprised to find that she definitely wouldn't mind being his "luv". She knew nothing about him, besides that he was gorgeous and nice to talk with, and yet she was considering a relationship with him?
She knew that she was shallow, but this wasn't just any relationship she was considering it was a life long commitment.
When he offered her his jacket she just about fell through the floor. Was this guy for real? He was acting like a real gentleman. Gratefully she put on the jacket.
"Thank you"
"Don't mention it" Spike said while turning on the radio, the first thing he heard was his own voice. He quickly changed the channel, hoping that Buffy hadn't noticed.
Buffy felt a small tingle between her legs when she heard the familiar voice of Spike Ripper coming out of the loudspeakers.
She had only just recognized the voice when William changed station and instead they listened to some hard rock band like Sex Pistols.
Spike was sweating hard. If she listened to him sing than perhaps she would recognize his voice. Crisis averted though he decided to relax and listen to the radio. Sex Pistols was one of his favorite bands.
Buffy, however, was not so fond of Sex Pistols.
"William?"
"Yeah what is it Buffy?" Spike said gazing of in the distance.
"Could we change the channel?"
This brought him back to her in a snap.
"What? Why?"
Buffy couldn't help but smile at how cute he looked.
"I don't like the Sex Pistols and Hard Nights were on the other channel"
Spike groaned within.
"You like Hard Nights then I gather?"
Buffy nodded and added with a pleading voice and puppy eyes:
"Please?"
Spike knew that he shouldn't change the channel, but he couldn't resist her.
"Alright then"
He changed the channel and Hard Nights newest single "Crimson Dreams" flowed out of loudspeakers.
~Crimson Dreams after midnight~ ~There's no living soul in sight~ ~No one to see my dreams~ ~shatter and scream~
Buffy closed her eyes and gently swayed with the music. When the refrain came she sang along with a surprisingly nice voice. Spike was astounded to hear how well her vocals fitted his.
He found herself thinking that she might make a nice addition to the band. They could travel the world together. Hey wait a minute! Spike cursed himself again and gave himself a mental lecture.
"First of all you're not going to blow your cover dimwit and secondly 'traveling the world with her'? Are my brain cells failing or something?"
~Ever since I've lost her~ ~My world turned to dust~ ~And my dreams turned to blood~ ~In her I put all of my trust~ ~Now that she's went away~ ~I've nothing to say~
Spike looked at Buffy's face while she listened and he was enthralled by what he saw. She was letting the music flow freely over and inside her. She looked as if she was feeling everything he had felt when he wrote the song.
In that moment he knew that he only needed one fan in the entire world as long as that fan was her. The feeling scared him.
The song was over and Buffy opened her eyes. She loved Spike Ripper's voice, the way it flowed inside of her and made her FEEL.
She looked over at William and smiled.
"They're my favorite band."
"So you're a big fan then?"
Spike new he should distance himself from her as fast as he could. Not only could she blow his cover and his vacation there was also a big risk that he could fall in love with her.
"Yeah I guess you could say that. I listen to their first album every night before I go to sleep."
Oh Bloody Hell!
"Really?"
"Yeah" Buffy smiled dreamily "Aren't they just the best?"
"I wouldn't know. I've hardly heard anything of them. Not really my kind of music" Spike lied.
"B-b-but they're HARD NIGHTS? How can you NOT listen to them?"
"How can you not listen to Sex Pistols?" Spike retorted with a smirk.
"I see your point" Buffy said with a pout.
Spike groaned within. That tiny little pout was totally turning him on. He replied lightly trying to hide his discomfort.
"Good girl"
Buffy glanced at the dashboard.
"Oh my God? Is it that late? I have to get home! My mom's gonna be worried sick!" Buffy reached for the handle "I've got to go. Where do you live? Maybe we could get together sometime and have. coffee or something?"
Spike then remembered why he had stopped her in the first place. He hit is hand to his forehead.
"That's what I needed help with!"
"What?" Buffy said confused.
"I'm new in town and I have nowhere to stay. I was planning on staying at a motel, at least until I've gotten my own place."
Buffy found herself filled with a ridiculously happy feeling.
"So you're moving to town?"
Spike registered her happy smile and wondered why she was so happy. Surely it wasn't because he was moving in?
"Yeah, for now at least. But I called you over since I can't seem to find any motels at all and I'm really not looking forward to spending the night in my car."
Buffy giggled.
"I can understand that!"
"Hey! There's nothing wrong with the car!"
"Of course not, whatever you say" Buffy said teasingly.
Spike growled at her.
"So can you give me directions or not?"
"I'll do better! If you promise to take me home afterwards I can show you the way"
Spike shook her hand.
"Deal! Buckle up luv"
Buffy smiled and put on her seatbelt.
***
It didn't take them long to get to the motel and checking Spike in. The rooms weren't big or luxurious, but there was a bed and a bathroom and that was all that Spike needed for the time being.
After putting his suitcase in the room and looking the door he got back to the car and got in.
"So where to now madam?" he said in an extremely British upper class voice sounding exactly like a butler.
"To the mansion James!" Buffy said pretending to be a pompous lady ordering her Rolls Royce driver to take her home.
They laughed and talked all the way to Buffy's house and well there neither of them wanted to get out of the car.
"So, this is me" Buffy said in a regretful voice.
"Yeah" Spike replied equally regretful.
"I guess I'd better get going"
"Yeah you probably should"
They sat absolutely still not saying anything. When they spoke they spoke at the same time:
"Buffy."
"Would you."
They laughed.
"You first" Buffy said while still laughing.
"No you first" Spike said with a tender smile that made Buffy's heart ache.
"I was just wondering if you would like to go catch a movie with me tomorrow" Buffy said nervously.
She hoped that he would want to go with her, despite the fact the she was younger, oh she must seem like such a baby to him.
"I'm sorry I can't. I'm gonna be real busy the next few days." Spike replied regretfully.
So it was true. He did think of her as a little girl. He'd probably only talked to her because he felt obligated. Buffy just wanted to get out of the car. She felt so stupid for entirely misreading the entire situation and now he was trying to get out gracefully without hurting her feelings.
"I was wondering if you'd like to go flat hunting with me tomorrow afternoon."
Buffy felt her heart surging with happiness. She HADN'T misread the situation at all. He liked her and cared about her.
"Sure! Do you want my cell phone number?" Buffy asked.
Spike let Buffy write down the number on his hand. When her hand touched his it felt like he was going to melt like butter on a hot summer day.
Buffy glanced at the watched and felt a small stab of panic.
"I have to go now! Mom's going to be furious!"
"I understand" Spike said smiling "I'll see you again tomorrow, right?"
Buffy nodded happily.
"That you will"
Buffy got out of the car with a smile. Spike followed her with his eyes until she had gone into her house.
He stifled a yawn and decided to go straight to the motel and get some sleep.
When Buffy got in through the door she heard her mother's voice.
"Buffy Anne Summers where have you been? I've been worried sick!"
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A/N. So it turned out to be more than a little tiny bit longer than previous chapter. This chapter is roughly 10 pages whereas last chapter was like 5. so I'm doubling up. From here on though you should only expect 5 page chapters. This was only because I've been sick and wanted to make it up to you.