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: Inset standard disclaimer here....cuz I'm too lazy.
AN: Sorry for making you wait so long, I've just been so busy recently. I'm SO sorry! Chapter Twelve: Problems
She didn't know how long she sat there, or how long she cried. But, it felt like time had stopped as the salty tears had traveled down her cheeks. And, she wished more than ever that she could just be home.
Sniffling, she hesitantly opened the stall door, her head peaking out to made sure Cordelia or Drusilla weren't there, trying to comfort her. She really didn't need that.
No one was there, and the blonde sighed in relief as she made her way over to the mirror. She groaned at the mess her face was. It was absolutely red and her mascara had run down her cheeks, leaving a black watery line where it traveled.
Running the water, and letting it pool in her hands, Buffy splashed it over her face, scrubbing at the mascara so it would come off. She than re-applied her eye make-up quickly.
She desperately wished she could just leave. She wished she could just pull the covers over her head, go to sleep, and never wake up. That sounded so tempting right about now. Too bad she couldn't drive.
Sighing, she opened the door of the restroom, peeking her head out to make sure Drusilla, Spike, or Cordelia wasn't around. Thankfully they weren't, and Buffy made her way over to a secluded area where a lone table sat. She plopped herself down in a chair, running her hands through her hair.
"Hey,"
She looked up when she heard a rough male voice coming from next to her. And when she saw who it was, she tried to smile slightly, but her smile wavered when she saw Spike and Cordelia on the dance floor dancing close together.
"Hi, Angel." Her voice was quiet as she said his name. And she prayed she wouldn't burst into tears in front of him.
"Seems like there's not too many fans here tonight," Angel started to talk, trying to make conversation with her. "I was only stopped for an autograph twice, and that's literally a record." He smirked, but his smile quickly faded when he saw the look on her face. "Are you okay?"
At that simple question, Buffy felt like bursting into tears. But, she held herself back just nodding quietly, her eyes desperately trying to avoid Angel's.
His brow creased in worry, but he let it go, deciding she probably didn't want to get into whatever it was.
"Hey, here comes your friend and Spike," Angel spoke, seeing Spike and Cordelia approaching. Yet, instead of Buffy replying, she tensed up, and he could only guess her mood had something to do with them.
"Buffy," Spike didn't even say hi to Angel when he approached, immediately walking over to Buffy.
"Don't talk to me." She hissed, dangerously close to tears. "I never want to speak to you. Again." She than quickly stood up, walking off from the group.
"What was that about?" Angel asked once she was gone.
"It's nothing." Spike sighed, putting his head in his hands and taking a deep breath. "Just....nothing."
**** "Oh my god and then...." Buffy burst into another fit of giggles before she could finish her sentence, downing another glass of beer in one gulp. The three guys at the table smiling and nodding as they stared at her with hungry eyes.
"So hun..." One guy started.
"Wait, wait!" Her hands flew up excitedly. "You have to hear about the time I-"
"Buffy?"
She looked up at the sound of her name, only to see Drusilla hovering over her. "Are you ready to go?"
Buffy giggled, "But I was just about to tell them about my experience at dance camp!" Buffy jumped up and down in her seat excitedly. "You have to hear this too! It's a great story! I mean-"
"Buffy, are you drunk?" Drusilla looked at the younger girl with worry etched on her features.
"Me drunk?" Buffy looked up at Drusilla with glazed eyes. "I'm not drunk!"
"Well you smell like beer, and you're acting like an insane person, so I'd gather you're pretty pissed." She grabbed Buffy by the arm, pulling her into a standing position, quickly addressing with the guys with an, "I'm sorry." Before dragging the blonde across the room where Doyle, Spike, and Cordelia were waiting.
"Well I found her...." Drusilla spoke once she had gotten to Doyle, Spike, and Cordelia. "But....she bloody had too much to drink."
"She's drunk?" Spike asked. "Who....I mean she's underage so who the bloody hell bought the alcohol for her?"
"I'm guessing them." Drusilla turned around to point at the four guys who Buffy had been chatting with, but they were already gone, another couple already occupying their table. "Or the people who were bloody sitting there before at least."
Spike sighed, "Lets just...." He looked down at the blonde, who was giggling once again. "Lets get her home."
**** She was pushed down into the chair, almost forcefully.
"I can't believe I'm doing this." He crashed through the cabinets, grabbing some saltine crackers. "Here." He slammed the crackers down on the table. "If you're hungry you're eating that. 'Cuz I don't want you bloody puking up something worse."
"But-"
"Buffy," She looked at her warningly, and she glared at him, shoving a cracker into her mouth. "I hate you."
"And getting drunk isn't going to bloody solve our problems." He sighed, running his hands through his hair as he started to pace back and forth.
"You know what will?" She had him pinned against the counter before he could say another word, her small hands holding his to the cool countertop. "Me."
"Buffy?" He swallowed hard as she pressed her body harder against him. And, he bit back a groan, his arousal already poking into her flat stomach. "Buffy....stop....You..." Mustering up all of his self-control, he pushed her off of him, "You're drunk."
"So?"
"SO ?" Spike asked. "You wouldn't be saying that in the morning."
"How do you know?" She lifted up an eyebrow, biting her lower lip seductively.
"Trust me. I know." He said. "Lets....lets just get you to bed."
"Why did you go out with Cordelia?"
The question stopped Spike dead in his tracks, as he decided to answer her truthfully, "You hurt me."
"I'm sorry."
He turned around as she said this. "You...." He shook his head. "You're drunk....just come on."
"No....I mean it." She spoke, and Spike could almost swear she was telling the truth.
He nodded, "Let's just get you to bed."
She nodded, suddenly covering her mouth. "Oh god I think...."
Spike quickly grabbed her, holding her head over the sink and pulling her hair back as she started to vomit. "This is what happens when you drink too much alcohol, pet."
"Ugh..."
"That's right." He replied. "Feels just great, doesn't it?"
She suddenly pulled her head up, grabbing a paper towel and wiping her mouth off on it, while Spike poured her a glass of water. He quickly handed it to her, and she gulped it down hungrily.
"I don't feel to good...."
"Well don't drink too fast. And let's get you to bed." He put his hand on her back and started leading her up the stairs, helping her into her room, and into bed. She didn't even bother thinking about pajamas once the soft pillow was under her head.
And, he started to head out, turning his head one more time to speak. "Oh and pet, you're going to have one hell of a headache when you wake up."
The only response he got was a groan before he shut the door.
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