Title: Better Than Chocolate (AN: Title is based on song by Sarah McLachlin called "Chocolate" or better known as "Icecream")
Author: Sita
Summary: AU. Buffy Summers, almost 16, is a die-hard fan of the top selling group: 'The Dingoes Ate My Baby', but what does she do when she learns that her mother's boyfriend is the lead singer William 'Spike' Giles' dad? And what will happen when Joyce announces the Giles' will be moving in?
Rating: PG-13....for now....
Distribution: Want. Take. Have. Just tell me where it's going first, and PLEASE give me the credit.
Disclaimer: I sighed, rubbing Joss' belly in just the way he likes he. He makes contented noises, letting me know he's asleep. And slowly, ever so slowly, I sneak out of the room and over to his dresser, where his address book is kept, maybe if I find out where James Marsters lives...."What are you doing?" I turn around, batting my eyes lovingly at "my little carebear", "Oh Jossie!" I say "I just-" "Were you going to cheat on me?" He acuses. How could he think such a thing? He grabs the phonebook out of my hand, "James? You were going to cheat on me with James? Why would you want him when you have me!" He points to his beer belly hanging over his boxer shorts for emphasis. "And just because you did this I'm gonna make you say it!" I sighed, "You own everything BTVS related. Are you happy now?" He smiles at me. "I'm much better. But, you're NOT going to see him." Guess I'll just have to rub his belly again. Maybe he'll sleep more soundly this time....
AN: I wasn't planning on posting this chapter until after I finish AIF, but since I got so many great reviews, I thought, Why the hell not? Last chap of AIF is coming soon peepz who read it! Don't worry! And *g* whoever said you love my disclaimers. I like 'em too. LOL.
Chapter Two: The Meeting----part 2
The week passed in pretty much a blur for Buffy. Things were being moved into her room, the basement, and her moms room all week, things decorated, even through the haste, her mom decided to put the Christmas tree up, with a small menorah by the wind, the latter courtesy of Willow. And, frankly Buffy couldn't think of a day where either Mr. Giles or movers weren't at her house, bringing clothes or furniture of the Giles family.
Mr. Giles son seemed to be a huge fan of music too, considering the mini-studio that was being set up where the basement used to be. She hoped by God Mr. Giles' son wasn't into that metal crap, she'd die if he was in there screaming at the top of his lungs while she tried to nap. Or worse--he could be into pop music like BSB or Hanson. She cringed, those two bands were her sister's two current obsessions. But, she doubted the latter, after all she had heard the guy was eighteen. What guy in the right mind would be into that kind of music at eighteen?
"Buffy? Earth to Buffy!"
A perky voice startled Buffy from her thoughts, a hand waving in front of her face, asking for attention.
Buffy's head shot up, and she looked at Cordelia sheepishly, "Sorry, Cordy. It's just been a long week."
The brunette smiled, popping a piece of her lunchroom-made spaghetti into her mouth, "Yeah. I remember when my step dad and sisters moved in."
"They are so *not* my step family." Buffy said defiantly. "It's just my mom's boyfriend and his kids."
"Geez, defensive much? I didn't mean anything by it." Cordelia spoke.
"Sorry. It's just been hard to get sleep. And, it's nerve-wracking. I know this doesn't sound like me, considering school and all, but I wish it wasn't Friday. They're moving in Sunday, and they're spending Christmas with us! I mean, I don't even know them. I've never met kids and I've only seen Mr. Giles a few times. And, ugh," She ran her manicured nails through her shiny blonde hair. "I just can't stand this."
Cordelia smiled warmly at Buffy, "You'll get through it. I know. I got through it."
Buffy sighed, forcing a strained smile on her face, "Thanks, Cordy. I really wish you and Anya were going to here with me for Christmas."
"Hey! You always have me!" Willow walked up to the lunch table her two friends were seated at.
Buffy smiled, "Hey, Wills."
"Hey Buffy." She paused for a second, an unreadable expression appearing on her face. "OhOhOh! Did you hear Spike's dating Faith Collins?" Willow said, referring to Buffy's favorite singer and a famous model.
"Ugh." Buffy rolled her eyes. "I heard she's a real bitch." She put her head down in her arms, tiredly. "first I'm having strangers move into my house, and now I find out Spike's dating a friggin Madonna wannabe. What a day."
"Sorry." Willow looked guilty as she said this. "But Oz is single." Willow said happily, referring to the bass player of the band.
"Well you like Oz, Will." Buffy smirked. "Don't get me wrong, he's hot. But, he's just not...."
"He's not Spike," Corday said. "I'd do that blonde badass anyday, closely followed by Angel of course." Angel was, yet again, another member of the Dingoe's, the keyboard player, at that.
"Well, I'd rather have Xander. But yeah, I'd take Spike too." Anya walked up to the table, hair mussed and a dreamily look on her face at the mention of the drummer of the band, Xander.
"Where have you been, Ahn? You're late to lunch again. And, please don't tell me you were in the closet as Byron again." Buffy said. Anya just smiled widely at her friends, enjoying the looks they were giving her.
"I was in the closet with Byron again."
"You know, if you keep this up, you're going to earn a reputation as the school slut." Cordy said casually, taking out her compact and dabbing the powder on her face.
Anya shrugged, being the first one who had lost her virginity out of the group, "Well it's not as bad as Harmony Kendall's rep."
"Oh God, she must've done every guy that stepped foot in Sunnydale." Willow said, giggling.
"It wouldn't surprise me." Buffy smirked. "And she's still popular too. Who woulda thunk it."
"Hey, it's not like we're not popular." Cordy said, shutting her compact and stuffing it back in her purse.
"You mean *you*, Cordy. You're way more popular than us, but you just choose to hang out with us cuz you love us." Buffy smirked, taking a bite out of the sandwich sitting in front of her.
"Well okay, yeah." Cordelia agreed. "But you guys aren't *that* far behind." Cordy glanced over at Willow. "And at least you're not wearing plaid jumpers anymore, courtesy of yours truly."
Willow rolled her eyes at the brunette's smugness, "I would've adjusted eventually."
"Well you definitely wouldn't of had that cute hair cut without my help." Cordelia smiled at Willow, sweetly.
"Okay. I'll give you credit for that." Willow said, fingering her short red locks. "I really *do* like this style better than the last."
"You better." Cordy smirked.
The bell ringing just then, signaled the ending of the lunch period, and the girls embraced before they left lunch. Buffy nor Willow would be seeing Cordelia or Anya again until after Christmas.
****
In Buffy's opinion, Sunday came too soon. She was sitting on her bed, talking to Willow on the phone when her little sister's voice drifted from behind the door.
"They're here, Buffy!"
Buffy sighed, telling Willow goodbye before slipping her baggy 'The Dingoe's Ate My Baby' shirt off, and putting on a tan spaghetti strap top. Her mom had said she *had* to look nice. And, in Buffy's opinion, the shirt she had been wearing was nice, especially with Spike's smiling face on it. But no, her mother had the nerve to say it look "frumpy", as she had put it.
So, opening her door, she made her way out of her room, not exactly ready to have new additions to the household, but determined to be rude if she had to.
Yet, what she saw standing in the living room made her breath catch in her throat and her heart speed up to maximum speed.
For, standing there in all his glory was William 'Spike' Giles, complete with his leather duster, tight black jeans, and skin-tight t-shirt, that showed off his amazing abs.
And no one seemed to be there in the room at the moment except him. The man she had been fantasizing about for almost three years.
And quickly, almost too quickly, he turned towards her, smirking in that delicious way he did, "Why, hello luv. You must be Buffy."
TBC....REVIEW FOR MORE!
Author: Sita
Summary: AU. Buffy Summers, almost 16, is a die-hard fan of the top selling group: 'The Dingoes Ate My Baby', but what does she do when she learns that her mother's boyfriend is the lead singer William 'Spike' Giles' dad? And what will happen when Joyce announces the Giles' will be moving in?
Rating: PG-13....for now....
Distribution: Want. Take. Have. Just tell me where it's going first, and PLEASE give me the credit.
Disclaimer: I sighed, rubbing Joss' belly in just the way he likes he. He makes contented noises, letting me know he's asleep. And slowly, ever so slowly, I sneak out of the room and over to his dresser, where his address book is kept, maybe if I find out where James Marsters lives...."What are you doing?" I turn around, batting my eyes lovingly at "my little carebear", "Oh Jossie!" I say "I just-" "Were you going to cheat on me?" He acuses. How could he think such a thing? He grabs the phonebook out of my hand, "James? You were going to cheat on me with James? Why would you want him when you have me!" He points to his beer belly hanging over his boxer shorts for emphasis. "And just because you did this I'm gonna make you say it!" I sighed, "You own everything BTVS related. Are you happy now?" He smiles at me. "I'm much better. But, you're NOT going to see him." Guess I'll just have to rub his belly again. Maybe he'll sleep more soundly this time....
AN: I wasn't planning on posting this chapter until after I finish AIF, but since I got so many great reviews, I thought, Why the hell not? Last chap of AIF is coming soon peepz who read it! Don't worry! And *g* whoever said you love my disclaimers. I like 'em too. LOL.
Chapter Two: The Meeting----part 2
The week passed in pretty much a blur for Buffy. Things were being moved into her room, the basement, and her moms room all week, things decorated, even through the haste, her mom decided to put the Christmas tree up, with a small menorah by the wind, the latter courtesy of Willow. And, frankly Buffy couldn't think of a day where either Mr. Giles or movers weren't at her house, bringing clothes or furniture of the Giles family.
Mr. Giles son seemed to be a huge fan of music too, considering the mini-studio that was being set up where the basement used to be. She hoped by God Mr. Giles' son wasn't into that metal crap, she'd die if he was in there screaming at the top of his lungs while she tried to nap. Or worse--he could be into pop music like BSB or Hanson. She cringed, those two bands were her sister's two current obsessions. But, she doubted the latter, after all she had heard the guy was eighteen. What guy in the right mind would be into that kind of music at eighteen?
"Buffy? Earth to Buffy!"
A perky voice startled Buffy from her thoughts, a hand waving in front of her face, asking for attention.
Buffy's head shot up, and she looked at Cordelia sheepishly, "Sorry, Cordy. It's just been a long week."
The brunette smiled, popping a piece of her lunchroom-made spaghetti into her mouth, "Yeah. I remember when my step dad and sisters moved in."
"They are so *not* my step family." Buffy said defiantly. "It's just my mom's boyfriend and his kids."
"Geez, defensive much? I didn't mean anything by it." Cordelia spoke.
"Sorry. It's just been hard to get sleep. And, it's nerve-wracking. I know this doesn't sound like me, considering school and all, but I wish it wasn't Friday. They're moving in Sunday, and they're spending Christmas with us! I mean, I don't even know them. I've never met kids and I've only seen Mr. Giles a few times. And, ugh," She ran her manicured nails through her shiny blonde hair. "I just can't stand this."
Cordelia smiled warmly at Buffy, "You'll get through it. I know. I got through it."
Buffy sighed, forcing a strained smile on her face, "Thanks, Cordy. I really wish you and Anya were going to here with me for Christmas."
"Hey! You always have me!" Willow walked up to the lunch table her two friends were seated at.
Buffy smiled, "Hey, Wills."
"Hey Buffy." She paused for a second, an unreadable expression appearing on her face. "OhOhOh! Did you hear Spike's dating Faith Collins?" Willow said, referring to Buffy's favorite singer and a famous model.
"Ugh." Buffy rolled her eyes. "I heard she's a real bitch." She put her head down in her arms, tiredly. "first I'm having strangers move into my house, and now I find out Spike's dating a friggin Madonna wannabe. What a day."
"Sorry." Willow looked guilty as she said this. "But Oz is single." Willow said happily, referring to the bass player of the band.
"Well you like Oz, Will." Buffy smirked. "Don't get me wrong, he's hot. But, he's just not...."
"He's not Spike," Corday said. "I'd do that blonde badass anyday, closely followed by Angel of course." Angel was, yet again, another member of the Dingoe's, the keyboard player, at that.
"Well, I'd rather have Xander. But yeah, I'd take Spike too." Anya walked up to the table, hair mussed and a dreamily look on her face at the mention of the drummer of the band, Xander.
"Where have you been, Ahn? You're late to lunch again. And, please don't tell me you were in the closet as Byron again." Buffy said. Anya just smiled widely at her friends, enjoying the looks they were giving her.
"I was in the closet with Byron again."
"You know, if you keep this up, you're going to earn a reputation as the school slut." Cordy said casually, taking out her compact and dabbing the powder on her face.
Anya shrugged, being the first one who had lost her virginity out of the group, "Well it's not as bad as Harmony Kendall's rep."
"Oh God, she must've done every guy that stepped foot in Sunnydale." Willow said, giggling.
"It wouldn't surprise me." Buffy smirked. "And she's still popular too. Who woulda thunk it."
"Hey, it's not like we're not popular." Cordy said, shutting her compact and stuffing it back in her purse.
"You mean *you*, Cordy. You're way more popular than us, but you just choose to hang out with us cuz you love us." Buffy smirked, taking a bite out of the sandwich sitting in front of her.
"Well okay, yeah." Cordelia agreed. "But you guys aren't *that* far behind." Cordy glanced over at Willow. "And at least you're not wearing plaid jumpers anymore, courtesy of yours truly."
Willow rolled her eyes at the brunette's smugness, "I would've adjusted eventually."
"Well you definitely wouldn't of had that cute hair cut without my help." Cordelia smiled at Willow, sweetly.
"Okay. I'll give you credit for that." Willow said, fingering her short red locks. "I really *do* like this style better than the last."
"You better." Cordy smirked.
The bell ringing just then, signaled the ending of the lunch period, and the girls embraced before they left lunch. Buffy nor Willow would be seeing Cordelia or Anya again until after Christmas.
****
In Buffy's opinion, Sunday came too soon. She was sitting on her bed, talking to Willow on the phone when her little sister's voice drifted from behind the door.
"They're here, Buffy!"
Buffy sighed, telling Willow goodbye before slipping her baggy 'The Dingoe's Ate My Baby' shirt off, and putting on a tan spaghetti strap top. Her mom had said she *had* to look nice. And, in Buffy's opinion, the shirt she had been wearing was nice, especially with Spike's smiling face on it. But no, her mother had the nerve to say it look "frumpy", as she had put it.
So, opening her door, she made her way out of her room, not exactly ready to have new additions to the household, but determined to be rude if she had to.
Yet, what she saw standing in the living room made her breath catch in her throat and her heart speed up to maximum speed.
For, standing there in all his glory was William 'Spike' Giles, complete with his leather duster, tight black jeans, and skin-tight t-shirt, that showed off his amazing abs.
And no one seemed to be there in the room at the moment except him. The man she had been fantasizing about for almost three years.
And quickly, almost too quickly, he turned towards her, smirking in that delicious way he did, "Why, hello luv. You must be Buffy."
TBC....REVIEW FOR MORE!