Title: Summer Love

Author: Nimisha

Rating: PG-15 for swearing

Disclaimer: None of the characters from BtVS or Angel, belong to me in any way, instead only some stupid, freaky minor characters, rather they belong to Joss Whedon, UPN, Fox and probably others too, they are currently being borrowed for some non-money making fun.

Summary: Rewrite of Meteor Garden. Juz the stupid F4 stuff. : þ

Couples: B/A (DUH), S/F, W/O

Timeline: AU

Distribution: Anywhere… juz email me, k?

Dedication: To all B/A fans out there

Feedback: Please? I totally survive on it!! By the way, I would like to thank those who wrote feedback to me. Keep 'em coming in!

AUTHOR's LETTER:

Dear faithful readers of "Summer Love",

I am dreadfully sorry of delaying the update of this story… I really am. But no excuse there, right? Sigh… I am really an idiot. Again, I'm really sorry. It's juz that I have no idea whether I should continue writing any stories anymore. I seem to hate every idea that I have nowadays, and my grammar just SUCK. It really suck. Even though I had finished Summer Love, I had no idea whether I should continue updating. With this in mind, can all of you readers tell me what I should do? I really do hope you  people will give me your honest opinion…

Sincerely,

Nimisha.

On to the Thank You notes…

Buffy Girl: I am going to try to update the whole story during a period of two weeks, depending on the reviews…

TK: Thank You… you're great too. Have a nice day!

Fufi: Thank you for the review you gave me for... wow, all the chapters. I was quite shocked when I saw them… and no, I cannot send it to you individually. Sorry J

Kat: There is still a long way to go… Or maybe not *winks* I am QUITE sure that Angelus and Xander would never have a good talk…

Niki: Thanks for being a great reviewer… keep the comments coming in!

Eliza, Jennifer, WordyLou, Kendra, Fan, Angelic Bliss, AngelicBless: Thank You!

***

Spike stared blankly at the sun.

"Hi." someone said softly.

Spike turned slowly. It was Buffy. She looks like "her" now… the one before the Angel and Spike tussle.

"I just thought I should stop him... you're my friend." Spike said simply.

"It's just..."

Spike suddenly smiled. "Don't worry, he will get over it. That crazy poof always does."

Buffy grinned.

"I wouldn't worry much about him." Spike said.

Silence reigned for moments before Spike suddenly said, "If you have nothing, stay with me here."

Buffy stared at him and finally nodded.

~~~

Buffy sat against the wall, with Spike beside her. They had spent the whole afternoon and night together. They had talked, suddenly silent or just wandering in the little space. The stories that Spike had told her, about the four of them was so funny though.

Spike stood up. "It's going to be dawn soon."

"Yeah." Buffy answered. Suddenly, Spike walked away and came back, holding something.

"What's that?" Buffy questioned.

Spike gave her a mysterious smile and walked away. "Why aren't you leaving?" he asked Buffy as he walked a little further. Buffy knitted her eyebrows in confusion when suddenly, something behind her went off with a huge sound.

"AHHHH!!!!" Buffy shrieked and ran off.

"SPIKE! Are you crazy?" Buffy shouted. "Why didn't you warn me in advance? And why are you lighting fireworks?" she said as she beat Spike.

Spike just smiled. "When I was young, a good friend told me when the dawn is approaching, all the angels would go to pay respects to Zeus. If you light fireworks now, it will attract them. When you make a wish, it will come true easily. Didn't you hear about this?"

Buffy ignored him, looking at the beautiful display of the fireworks. Spike bowed his head and wished.

***

Buffy reread the piece of paper found in her locker as she walked down the small, deserted path. She recognized Xander's writing. It was now noon. She looked at the note and looked around, pointing. "The back of the school, the tree at the opposite of the fifth lamp post." she muttered to herself.

"Bingo." she said as she looked around. "Where is he? Xander! Xander!"

She reread the note and frowned. "There's no bloody person here! XANDER!!!"

Suddenly, Xander popped out. "Surprise!"

He almost made Buffy jump out of her already too tight skin. "Xander, you almost gave me a heart attack!" she exclaimed, before finally noticing what Xander is wearing.

He looked horribly, trying to be a soldier, wearing green, with a white motorcycle helmet, plus some green twigs stuck on it, on his head.

"What are you wearing?"

"Just some protection, to prevent people from finding me. There are still some people waiting for us, the last time."

Buffy rolled her eyes.

"I don't know. I just saw your note at my locker so I came here. What are you trying to do? I'm having a headache."

To be serious, Buffy looked like she was the living death. Although she just said she had a headache, the truth was she felt like someone is trying to split open her head.

"Nothing, actually. Hey, it was really scary yesterday! This is the first time in my entire life when I have been chased by so many people! It's so thrilling ... like... like playing in a movie!" Xander said with fervor.

'That's why I prepared this suit... to prepare for the battle!"

Buffy looked at him, helpless, and shook her head. She walked to a nearby bench and sat down. She looked sickly and was using her hand to press against her forehead to ward off the migraine.

"Are you all right? Are you going to faint?" Xander asked in concern, fanning her.

"Nothing, I'm fine." she said weakly.

"Okay. So, are you going to New Zealand?"

"New Zealand? It cost $10000! My whole family can use $10000 for 3 months. There's no way I'm going." Buffy answered.

"Then do you want to go to a cruise for a week?"

"A cruise? Your family has a ship?"

"No. You know, my dad's wealthy now. He wanted to rent a tour bus to San Francisco. My relatives said they rather go to a cruise. So my father wanted to show off, so he went to rent one. But then the fortuneteller said my father cannot touch water for this month so my parents aren't going. There are two empty vacancies, so I thought maybe we could go." he said.

"What do you think, Buffy?" Xander turned. He looked at the empty seat beside him in shock before noticing the unconscious girl on the ground. Xander rushed over, shaking the girl. "Buffy, wake up! What are you doing? I never told you I like you! Wake up!"

***

Buffy stared at the ceiling, a thermometer in her mouth. Ten, she took it out to read the reading. Before she

could take a good look, someone snatched it away from her. "Let me see...ohhhh... 38.7 degree Celsius."

"WOW, it's so high?" Hank asked incredulously. "Good! Higher, higher. The higher the temperature the better! I never thought that our Buffy would have such a high fever. She was almost never sick when she was young. People said only idiots or dumbos would not fall sick. Now this is proof that my daughter is not an idiot. Haha... haha!"

Kill me now.

Buffy sighed.

"What are you talking about?" Joyce said. "But I heard from people that those who are in love will fall sick easier. Maybe... maybe... our daughter has fallen in love?!"

They almost whooped with joy and quickly turned to Buffy. "Congratulations, congratulations!"

Buffy rolled her eyes at the ceiling and sighed again. "Is that how a parent should talk? I'm sick, okay?"

Joyce nodded. "Right. Recuperate first. Eat your medicine and sleep, okay? Hank, get out of her room now."

Hank grinned and left.

Joyce walked and sat beside Buffy. "Buffy, I have straightened out my thinking. If you think that it is too pressurizing to study at that school, you can quit."

Buffy widened her eyes in surprised wonder. "Really?"

Joyce nodded. "I really thought about this. I think you should just date and marry that Xander who sent you back. That will be faster and easier."

Buffy snorted and turned to the other side of the bed, she used the blanket to cover over her face.

"Maybe we'll even be able to save up the money that we need to pay for your school fees. Buffy, don't you think that I am quite correct? I thought it was quite a good idea, you know." Joyce ranted.

***

Once again, Doyle and Oz were sitting beneath the tree. Shortly after, Angelus joined them. He nodded to them in greeting and sat down. When he settled, Oz sat up and both of them stared at Angelus.

Angelus felt their stares and looked at them queerly. "What?"

"Are you better today?" Oz asked. He received no reply.

Doyle stared at his friend. "I heard that Buffy is sick."

Angelus whirled around quickly. "What? Buffy Summers is sick?"

Both faces graced identical knowing smirks. "Why are you so worried?"

Angelus looked away, trying to cover up his worry. "No, I'm not."

The smirks grew wider.

Angelus coughed. "I just thought that a person like her would be sick too. That's all." he desperately explained, trying to convince them, even himself… Yet somehow, he did not sound convincing at all…

Doyle and Oz exchanged a wicked smile.

~~~

Buffy was having this really good dream. In that dream, she was at the beach and healthy. She was suntanning when she saw a shadow looming over her. She turned on her stomach and saw HIM. He looked magnificent, half-naked. His body was... wow... shaped like a Greek God. Buffy felt her mouth go dry as she caught the gaze of that pair of beautiful brown orbs. Then, the male knelt down beside him and was going to capture her lips when she heard a scream. It sounds familiar, though. She turned to the sea to see who was screaming ... and woke up from that beautiful dream.

She shook her head, disoriented, when she heard that the scream was still continuing. Outside her room.

Buffy quickly got out of her bed and unlocked the door to walk out to see what was going on. The scene in front of her was something she thought she would never see...

***

When she came out, she first noticed that it was her mother who was screaming. Now, she was shrieking at something.

"W-w-who who are you? What are you doing here? This is our house, why did you come here? What are you doing? You're a thief."

Buffy turned to the object of her mother's attention and let out a short scream. "Why did you come to my house?"

"Buffy, you knew him." Joyce said as she scuttled over to her daughter's and her husband's, who also came when he heard her shrieking, sides.

"Hey, boy, why did you come here? Are you trying to steal our things? Look at you, a picture of freakiness with that spiky hair. Are you trying to be a gangster or hooligan? One look at you and I know you're not a good thing."

Buffy was nodding in agreement. She walked up to Angelus' side and pointed at him.

"Mom, Dad, he is the person that got me sick. Get him out of here." Buffy said before smiling at Angelus smugly.

"You dare to bully our Buffy? You've got real courage, boy. Don't your parents teach you manners? You have no manners! Do you have a father? Who is your father? Say his name! I'm going to call him!"

"My dad is Richard Renaldi." Angelus said quietly.

"What? I don't think I can hear it clearly! Is your father's name so lowdown and dirty that you can't bear to say it out loud, huh?" Hank sneered.

"My dad's name is Richard Renaldi!" Angelus said loudly.

"Richard Renaldi..." Hank Summers repeated and exchanged a glance with his wife. Then, both of them fell on their knees in front of the two teens, muttering 'Richard Renaldi'.

Buffy and Angelus looked at them with similar face expressions of shock. Buffy felt rather ashamed.

"Mom, Dad, why are you on the floor? That is so shameful!"

They recovered and quickly stood up. "We didn't kneel down, we just felt our legs gave way."

"Right, your mother is correct. We just felt our legs gave way to no reason. Uh... so... Joyce...that Mr. Renaldi..." Hank trailed off.

"T-T-The Richard Renaldi. Is he the one who owns a post office, two television stations, three oil stations, four gas factories, one hundred and seventy-six intentional chain of six-star hotels and seventeen thousand, eight hundred and forty-five supermarkets that is open for twenty-four hours?" Joyce asked.

Angelus just simply nodded. "Correct. But my father is not in America right now, you won't be able to contact him by phone."

Buffy just felt her blood pressure starting to rise, her face felt hot and she quickly lowered her head. She tried to control her temper. (Not very successful if you ask me…)

Hank and Joyce both smiled fakely. "Oh, it's not a problem. Of course, your father is not in America, he is so busy. So... you are the son of Richard Renaldi... the Young Mr. Renaldi, is at our house, so we should... uh... Mr. Renaldi, please wait a moment." They said and left quickly.

Buffy stared at them and sighed silently.

Welcome to my life, where everyday is a surprise.

She felt a pair of eyes boring into her and she lifted her head up. When she caught Angelus' gaze, both of them quickly averted their eyes away.

~~~

Suddenly, a gust of wind (a.k.a Hanky Summers) flew in and pushed Angelus onto the sofa. Then, Joyce came in after him. Both of them knelt beside the seated Angelus and offered him tea and fruits. The sight of it almost made Buffy puke.

"Welcome to our humble abode, Mr. Renaldi. We felt very honored to have you here with us."

"Well, although your house is smaller that the fish pond in my house, it's quite comfortable." Angelus said.

Buffy could not help retorting. "The fish pond in your house only contains dead fish!"

She was quickly pushed away by her parents.

"Oh, you're too polite. I think it's only the size of your swimming pool."

Buffy stared at the scene in front of her as her parents started to praise Angelus left and right.

Are they my birth parents?

Buffy could not help wondering. When she started to leave, she was pulled back by her father.

"Oh, you look so much like royalty. The energy you exerted out is of pure elegance. You remind me of... the Prince William." At this, Joyce Summers also nodded her head in excitement.

'More like she is taking a pill of Ecstasy.' Buffy looked at the scene is disgust. She started to leave the room, when the next question stop her short.

"So can royalty like you stay to have dinner with us?"

Buffy started to pull at her father's hand. "Dad, are you crazy?! Why should he stay to eat dinner?" she protested.

"No, not stay for dinner. He should stay for a night instead, what do you think, Buffy?"

"Mum, enough. We're not even friends."

"You would be friends after he stayed a night!"

"HRUMPH." Buffy snorted.

***

Angelus walked through the narrow and dark corridor to the "dining room". He was so tall that he had to stoop as he passed through the doorway. Buffy followed behind him, still wearing the thin tank top and flannel pants she wore just now.

As Angelus walked through the short corridor, he looked around. "Why is this place so small? Can people live here?"

"Hey, hey, hey, watch your words. Why are you here anywhere?"

Angelus stiffened a little. "Well, I just heard that you're sick so I came to see you." he said nonchalantly.

Buffy felt a little surprise and happy at his words. But the little ounce of happiness was immediately diminished by his next words.

"People said only idiots would fall sick in summer." he continued.

"Huh, if it wasn't for you who ordered those people to chase me, would I get sick?" Buffy retorted.

"If you weren't with that freak, would I order those idiots to chase you?" Angelus argued.

"Do you want another punch from me? Is one punch not enough?" Buffy asked angrily.

They stood staring at each other when suddenly someone slapped Buffy by her head.

"Ow..." Buffy turned.

Joyce smiled sweetly. "Mr. Renaldi, I'm so sorry. It's all my fault, I didn't teach Buffy to behave well enough, I apologize to you. Come, let's have dinner."

Angelus smiled weakly.

Buffy glared at Angelus.

It's all his fault.

~~~

Well, that's it for today. It's Chinese New Year, (I am a Chinese, therefore I celebrate Chinese New Year) so I decided to post this. Well, as usual, click the blue box to review!