Lexie and Spike walked through the graveyard. Spike realized something; he had never seen Lexie with anyone but him. Does she have any friends, he thought?
"Lexie?"
"What?"
"It's probably none of my business, but... Do you have any friends?"
"You're right; it's none of your business… But, no, not unless you consider us friends." But Angel, he's kinda my friend, I guess, she added silently, she didn't want him to know Angel was watching her, it was not of his concern any way.
"I mean friends that are living."
"Buffy is my friend, but other than her, no. Spike, I'm like you, a creature of the night, I don't go to school, I live alone, and I don't have family."
"What happened to your family?"
"My dad left when I was eight, and my mom died right before Buffy came and took me so she could train me."
"I'm sorry, but Lexie, Buffy had friends when she was the slayer and..."
"Spike, if anyone comes up to me and says 'Hey, wanna be my friend?' I promise I will to my best to be their friend, ok?"
Spike didn't respond, he figured that there was no point to argue with her, she would win. Still, he didn't understand why she didn't what friends, ones that were living anyway.
Lexie knew Spike was right, she needed friends. She didn't have them not because she was the slayer, but because she didn't want to tell them she was the slayer. She thought if she told anyone, they would think she was a freak.
