Chapter Six: Oops

"So, what are we supposed to do now?" April asked.

"I guess we should get some sleep. We'll figure something else out in the morning," Buffy suggested. "Xander, Anya and Giles, you guys should head home. Andie, April, you can stay here tonight."

"Are you sure? We could probably find a motel open."

"I'm sure. Don't argue. Dawn, will you take Andie's backpack upstairs please?" She turned back to Andie. "You can borrow some of my clothes to sleep in." Andie frowned.

"They won't fit." Buffy looked her up and down.

"Yeah, you're right. They might be a bit big." Andie's eyes widened considerably.

"A bit big?"

"What are you smoking?" April asked.

"Don't worry, you can wear Dawn's stuff if mine's too big for you."

"Why do you keep saying that?" Andie looked down at herself and jumped, startled. "Oh, my God. Where's the rest of me?" She waved a hand directly in front of her stomach. She was tiny, about a size four. Then she glanced at April. "Where's the rest of you?"

"Good question. I'm suddenly wondering why we didn't notice this sooner."

"I guess we were kinda preoccupied. Buffy, do you have a mirror around?"

"Yeah, right over there." Andie stepped infront of the mirror and gazed at herself. All traces of acne had vanished, as had any access body fat she had had in her reality.

"Oh, man. I'm a hottie."

"So, you guys are saying, this isn't what you normally look like?" Willow asked, confused.

"Yeah. I'm still blonde and my eyes are the same colour. I'm me, minus a few zits and a couple dozen pounds. I look taller, too."

"It's like we're what we always wanted to be," observed April. "Like this is our perfect reality."

"Perfect reality? You guys are strange, strange little girls," Xander said, shaking his head.

"Hey, we're not that little. We're eighteen. Not that much younger than you."

"Hey, Andie. This fell out of your backpack. What is it?" Dawn, who was now about to lug her pack up the stairs, held up a large binder.

"Dawn, that's none of your business," scolded Buffy.

"No, it's okay. That's The Book of Sexiness."

"What?"

"Andie and I compiled a book of pictures of the sexiest men on Earth. That's it," explained April calmly.

"Can I see?" Dawn asked hopefully.

"Sure, go ahead." Dawn opened the book, flipping appreciatively through the pages. Suddenly, she gazed down at one page, looked up at Spike, then down at the book again and laughed.

"What?" asked Spike. He strode over to Dawn and relieved her of the book. She was still laughing. Spike looked down into the photo album and scratched his head appreciatively, cocking it to one side. Then he smirked arrogantly. "You girls have good taste." Andie grinned at him and shrugged as he quickly showed everyone a particularly hot picture of him.

"What can I say? You're gorgeous."

"Stop it," Xander commanded. "You're freakin' me out."

"Hush, Monkey Boy," commanded April. Spike laughed.

"Yeah, I definitely like these girls." He frowned for a moment. "When was this picture taken?" Andie looked over his arm at the picture he was referring to. He was making out with Buffy in The Bronze. She winced and snatched the book away from him.

"Oops," she said. "You weren't supposed to see that."

"That's what happens in my future?" Spike smirked.

"Yeah. It was supposed to happen next week, but now it's all screwed up and it probably won't happen and oh, God, get me out of here before I destroy everything."

"What?" Buffy asked, still oblivious to what was depicted in the photo.

"Nothing, pet," Spike chuckled. "You'll just have to wait and see."