Dating for Dummies
Disclaimer: Characters? They're Joss'. The title? It's from a book. The plot? Not totally mine. Ok, so are you happy now? I own nothing. Nothing. *sniffles* Nothing . . .
SUMMARY: Buffy, who has been dateless for a LONG while, makes up a boyfriend to keep everyone from feeling sorry for her & from setting her up with Riley. Everything goes well until her "boyfriend" is asked to make an appearance at her sister's wedding. What is she gonna do?!?!? Somewhat based on the book "Asking for Trouble" by Elizabeth Young. I took some of her plot, mwuahahaha! And borrowed some ideas from "Must love dogs," by Claire Cook. Hehehe . . .Ah yes. And I might use a scene from "See Jane Date" too . . .*wink* Mix 'em together, and what do you get? "Dating for Dummies." ^_~
A/N: *yawn* I'm sleepy. . . .Must. . .have. . .sleep. *drooling on computer* ZzzzZZzzzz Oh! Before I fall into sweet slumber, let me just thank all of you for your wonderful reviews. They've kept me writing and sadly, they're the only things I look forward to when I come home from school. Thank you. *yawn* Thanks for actually taking the time to review and to read this. I never thought people would actually read my stories. *sniffles* Thank you. Thank you. Thaaaaaank yooooou. . . *snore*
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"His name is Spike."
The lies kept coming after that.
What's his hair color?
It's blonde.
What're his eyes like?
They're an intense blue.
Where does he work? And the questions and lies continued.
By the time I knew it, I had practically created the perfect boyfriend. Spike was now a sweet and funny guy who was a doctor. Spike and I had been dating for a year and mom was satisfied with knowing that her oldest daughter was finally seeing someone.
Yes. Everything was fine. Just. . .dandy.
That's why I found myself, a twenty-three year old woman with a boyfriend who didn't exist, glaring at an innocent, glittery card that said me and my boyfriend were to arrive at my sister's wedding. . .in two weeks.
"You know what?" I looked up at Willow and pointed an accusing finger at her, "This is all your fault."
My best friend's eyes widened, "My fault? How is this *my* fault?"
I rolled my eyes, "You're the one who gave me the idea of making up a boyfriend."
Willow rolled her eyes, "Look, you're making this into a bigger deal than it really is."
I raised a brow at her, crossing my arms over my chest, "Oh? How so?"
She shrugged, "Oh. . .I don't know," She pretended to think, then yelled, "Maybe you should just tell her that he can't make it!"
"I've done that already. If lies were shoes, I would've probably worn a hole in them by now. I've used that excuse so many times. . . "
"And. . .? Your mom should understand, I mean, he's supposedly a 'doctor.'" She replied, making air quotes with her fingers.
I let out a breath of frustration, "Argh! She always gets dramatic saying how she's never met him and everyone's starting to think that he's not real. Plus, if 'he' doesn't go, my sister would be totally mad. Did you know Dawn actually made him the Best Man?" Willow stared at me in shock. "You must've not read all of the invitation," I muttered, burying my head in my hands.
Willow flipped the card over and after reading through it's contents, exclaimed, "But she's never even *met* the guy!"
I sighed, "Yeah, I know." I ran a hand through my hair and continued, " So anyways, mom also complains about how Mrs. Jenkins daughter's boyfriend seems to be a great guy. It's driving mom up the wall that she has nothing to flaunt in Mrs. Jenkins face." I scratched my head, "It's driving me crazy too, you know?"
"You want to show off your boyfriend to Mrs. Jenkins?" Willow asked, amused.
I shook my head, "No. I'm tired of not being able to show proof that I actually have a boyfriend. I don't want anyone finding out that Spike's not real-"
Spike barked.
I grinned at my dog and patted his head, "I want everyone to know that I have a boyfriend, that I'm wanted." I shook my head and dropped my chin onto my palm, "Not that I'm a world renowned loser."
Willow nodded in understanding and after a long pause, I finished, "And it would be really embarrassing if everyone found out that I had made up a boyfriend who's perfect, but having it turn out that he's not even real and completely made up." I sighed.
Willow nodded and looked back down at the piece of paper she was holding. She sat there, staring at the card in total concentration. Suddenly, she leaped out of her seat and started jumping up and down.
"Ooh! Ooh! Ooh!" Willow exclaimed, eyes widening.
I looked at her strangely, slowly scooting away from her on the couch. "Have you forgotten to take your meds again. . .?" I asked hesitantly, hint of amusement in my voice.
She pointed enthusiastically at herself, "Idea! Idea! I've got an idea!" Spike starting running around in circles and barking at Willow's outburst. My best friend was breathing heavily when she finally said, "You're gonna love me for this."
I sat straighter and raised a brow, "I am?"
She nodded, winking, "Oh yeah. Big time."
I sighed and finally asked, "Ok. . .so. . .What's the idea?" She opened her mouth but I cut her off, "Wait! This isn't another one of your bad ideas that gets me into trouble, is it?"
Willow frowned, "No." Lips curling down she asked, "When did my ideas ever get you in trouble?" I gave her a look. "Oh. . .right. It's not one of *those* ideas. Don't worry."
"Ok, let's here it then," I replied, getting comfy in my seat.
She rubbed her hands together and said, "Alright, so you need a boyfriend, right?"
"Uh huh."
"But you don't have one."
"Right." I agreed.
"And you don't want to go out with Riley."
"No." I grimaced.
"And you want to make your mom and sisters happ-"
"Willow! I really don't need the suspense here, ok?" I laughed, then rolling my eyes, "Just get to the point already."
She pouted saying that I took fun out of everything. But I finally got her to tell me her idea. Taking a deep breath, she said, "GET a boyfriend."
I stared at her in silence, waiting for her to continue. When she didn't say anything, I said, "And. . .?"
She plopped back into her seat, wide grin spreading across her face, "That's it." She sighed, "Don't you love me?" She giggled, obviously thinking her "idea" was a good one.
"That's IT?!" I asked. She nodded and I pouted, "I thought you were gonna give me a *real* idea, Wills. . ."
"What? You don't like it?"
I sighed, "It's fine and everything. . .But exactly how am I going to get a boyfriend that's going to be willing to go out with. . .me. . .and how am I going to convince him of going to a wedding a posing as my long term boyfriend, who's a doctor, blond, has blue eyes, who'll be willing to be the Best Man, too. . .PLUS! I have to be able to keep him *at* the wedding. My family might scare him off right from the beginning. Ooh! And if he's hot, I might have to keep him from getting caught in Faith's little web."
Faith was my cousin. The flirtatious slut bag ho. Chews a man and spits him out. Or should my choice of words be, in my PG version: *Bleeps* a man and kicks him out. She had taken every man I had dated or who I just simply liked. God, how I hated her.
I groaned, "God, this is hopeless."
Willow thought a moment and glanced at the newspaper strewn on the nearby table, a smile slowly crept onto her lips, "Not *totally* hopeless. . ."
I noticed this look and immediately shook my head, "Oh no. . .I know that look. Forget about it. Forget it." I stood up and walked out of the living room and headed to the dining room.
"Buffy!" Willow whined, "It's a good one, I promise!"
I let out a breath and turned to face her, hand on my hip, "What's the 'good' idea?"
She grinned and said simply, "We'll put out a personal ad."
I pouted, "You said it was a good idea."
"Isn't it?" She smiled.
I shook my head, hands waving in front of me. "No." I stated firmly and walked away.
"Buffy. . ."
I covered my ears, "Forget about it!"
She followed me into the kitchen, "Oh, come on Buffy. It could work."
"Willow, there is no *way* I'm putting out an ad saying that I'm desperate for any man to come and date me." I poked her in the chest, "No." Spinning around, I continued bustling around the kitchen while Willow sat on a stool trying to persuade me.
"It wouldn't be called desperate. A lot of people do it. Even those who *aren't* desperate." Willow popped a grape into her mouth and fed one to Spike.
"Willow, just forget about it." I demanded, "It's would *not* work." I opened cabinets and searched for a clean spoon. Opening the freezer, I pulled out a container of ice cream and sat in the stool beside her.
"Just forget it Willow. No one would be interested in me once they'd meet me," I sighed and opened my mouth, sucking on the cold dessert. With my mouth full, I said in a muffled voice, "Now go take Shpike out for a walk and let me drown in my shorrows with thish tub of Oreo Cookie Ice Cream."
The red head rolled her eyes, "Yes it would work."
I swallowed the ice cream and agreed sadly, "Yeah. . .desserts can really make me you feel something other than sadness."
"What are you talking about?" Willow asked in confusion.
I frowned, and answered unsurely, "Drowning my sorrows in ice cream. . .? What are you talking about?"
"Buffy! I meant that the personal ad would totally work. Trust me."
I shook my head, "Uh-uh. No way." I dug into the ice cream and stuffed some more in my mouth. I waved the spoon, dripping with melted ice cream at her, "It's *never* gonna work, I tell you. Besides, I could never write something good enough that would attract any man's attention."
She got a piece of paper and pen then handed it to me. "Write."
"Huh?"
She clicked the pen and the ink tip popped out from the end, "Just be honest and write what you're looking for. There's *bound* to be someone within your description of your imaginary boyfriend."
I sighed and took the materials from her. I looked up, thinking a moment, and finally began to write. "There." I said when I was finished.
She read through it, holding the paper to her face, reading it aloud.
"'Twenty-three year old woman, looking for single male in his twenties. . .' That's pretty good so far. . . 'At least over 5' 5'', blonde, blue eyes, a doctor. Loves kids, great with family, no matter how crazy. Humorous, but not too funny that his jokes are lame. Can be sweet but has a wild side. Willing to go to a wedding with me.'"
I bit my lip, hands moving restlessly in my lap. "Well. . .? What do you think?"
Willow looked up from the paper and stared at me. "'Willing to go to a wedding?'" Willow repeated, I nodded. "What are you trying to do? Make him think that you're looking for a soul mate? This sounds like you're trying to find someone who you can propose to. And you sound to picky in this ad. Remember that you only have a couple of weeks to find a boyfriend. . ."
I pouted, "I told you it wouldn't work."
She shrugged. "Well, look on the bright side. At least you'd grab a guy's attention with this," she tried. Spike barked and paced around by the door.
"Yeah, whatever." I scooped more ice cream into my mouth, "I told you it wouldn't work. But noooo-"
"Yes it will." She jumped off the chair and headed to a shelf that had Spike's leash hanging off it, "I'll write it for you." She pushed into my hands, Spike's leash and grabbed my shoes.
"Now just you relax. It's a nice day, go take Spike for a walk while I write this ad for you."
I slipped into my shoes and turned to her, asking, "Are you sure you don't need any help?"
She winked, "Positive. Now go." Willow pushed open the door to the afternoon sunlight and Spike darted out, with me being dragged behind.
"Maybe you might find Prince Charming today!" Willow called out from the house.
I waved back and yelled, "Yeah. . ." Then mumbling to myself, "Yeah, right. . ."
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A half hour later, no luck at spotting any available man, Spike started to whine and I lead him to a park for him to pee. I was beginning to think that I'd find no one and I'd really have to depend on that personal ad that Willow was making me at the moment.
I sat on a bench while Spike sniffed the ground for a spot. "Come on. . .Find your place to pee already so we can go." I mumbled.
"Excuse me?" A man asked, standing near the bench I was sitting on, "Find myself a place. . .to pee?"
I was startled by the voice and my head shot up. Meeting the eyes of a very attractive man, I blushed in embarrassment, "Oh my God. I didn't mean you. I wasn't talking to you. Not that I didn't want to talk to you, it's just. I don't want *you* to pee. Well, I don't want you to stop peeing, it's not like I can control when you pee or anything. . .Oh God. . ." I put a hand on my burning cheek and the guy laughed as I helplessly gazed at the ground.
"How about we start over?" The guy asked, putting a hand out for a shake.
I gave him a shy smile, still embarrassed. Hm . . .Maybe he's a keeper. He didn't think I was a freak after the whole 'peeing incident,' and he still wants to talk to me. . .
Taking his warm hand, I introduced myself, "I'm Buffy. And you're. . .?" AVAILABLE?! I screamed in my head.
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A/N: I'm TOTALLY OPEN FOR SUGGESTIONS OR REQUESTS!!!!! *points at readers* Buffy's gonna be up and dating with various men if this guy turns out not be "the one." So when you give me the suggestions. . .be very detailed, if you don't mind. *wink* Be creative! *giggles*
Oh! But if you want this guy to be Spike (human, not the dog. LoL) , tell me. If you don't want him to be Spike, but someone else and you want Spike to meet Buffy in another way. . .tell me. TELL ME! Majority rules. . .or whatever I want. *shrug* *giggles*
Please be kind and review. =) Spuffy will come soon. . .soon. . .If I have enough reviews that will push me to write. . .Then Spuffy will come soon. . .^_^
Now. . .I go to sleep. *snore* ZZzzzzz...........
Disclaimer: Characters? They're Joss'. The title? It's from a book. The plot? Not totally mine. Ok, so are you happy now? I own nothing. Nothing. *sniffles* Nothing . . .
SUMMARY: Buffy, who has been dateless for a LONG while, makes up a boyfriend to keep everyone from feeling sorry for her & from setting her up with Riley. Everything goes well until her "boyfriend" is asked to make an appearance at her sister's wedding. What is she gonna do?!?!? Somewhat based on the book "Asking for Trouble" by Elizabeth Young. I took some of her plot, mwuahahaha! And borrowed some ideas from "Must love dogs," by Claire Cook. Hehehe . . .Ah yes. And I might use a scene from "See Jane Date" too . . .*wink* Mix 'em together, and what do you get? "Dating for Dummies." ^_~
A/N: *yawn* I'm sleepy. . . .Must. . .have. . .sleep. *drooling on computer* ZzzzZZzzzz Oh! Before I fall into sweet slumber, let me just thank all of you for your wonderful reviews. They've kept me writing and sadly, they're the only things I look forward to when I come home from school. Thank you. *yawn* Thanks for actually taking the time to review and to read this. I never thought people would actually read my stories. *sniffles* Thank you. Thank you. Thaaaaaank yooooou. . . *snore*
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"His name is Spike."
The lies kept coming after that.
What's his hair color?
It's blonde.
What're his eyes like?
They're an intense blue.
Where does he work? And the questions and lies continued.
By the time I knew it, I had practically created the perfect boyfriend. Spike was now a sweet and funny guy who was a doctor. Spike and I had been dating for a year and mom was satisfied with knowing that her oldest daughter was finally seeing someone.
Yes. Everything was fine. Just. . .dandy.
That's why I found myself, a twenty-three year old woman with a boyfriend who didn't exist, glaring at an innocent, glittery card that said me and my boyfriend were to arrive at my sister's wedding. . .in two weeks.
"You know what?" I looked up at Willow and pointed an accusing finger at her, "This is all your fault."
My best friend's eyes widened, "My fault? How is this *my* fault?"
I rolled my eyes, "You're the one who gave me the idea of making up a boyfriend."
Willow rolled her eyes, "Look, you're making this into a bigger deal than it really is."
I raised a brow at her, crossing my arms over my chest, "Oh? How so?"
She shrugged, "Oh. . .I don't know," She pretended to think, then yelled, "Maybe you should just tell her that he can't make it!"
"I've done that already. If lies were shoes, I would've probably worn a hole in them by now. I've used that excuse so many times. . . "
"And. . .? Your mom should understand, I mean, he's supposedly a 'doctor.'" She replied, making air quotes with her fingers.
I let out a breath of frustration, "Argh! She always gets dramatic saying how she's never met him and everyone's starting to think that he's not real. Plus, if 'he' doesn't go, my sister would be totally mad. Did you know Dawn actually made him the Best Man?" Willow stared at me in shock. "You must've not read all of the invitation," I muttered, burying my head in my hands.
Willow flipped the card over and after reading through it's contents, exclaimed, "But she's never even *met* the guy!"
I sighed, "Yeah, I know." I ran a hand through my hair and continued, " So anyways, mom also complains about how Mrs. Jenkins daughter's boyfriend seems to be a great guy. It's driving mom up the wall that she has nothing to flaunt in Mrs. Jenkins face." I scratched my head, "It's driving me crazy too, you know?"
"You want to show off your boyfriend to Mrs. Jenkins?" Willow asked, amused.
I shook my head, "No. I'm tired of not being able to show proof that I actually have a boyfriend. I don't want anyone finding out that Spike's not real-"
Spike barked.
I grinned at my dog and patted his head, "I want everyone to know that I have a boyfriend, that I'm wanted." I shook my head and dropped my chin onto my palm, "Not that I'm a world renowned loser."
Willow nodded in understanding and after a long pause, I finished, "And it would be really embarrassing if everyone found out that I had made up a boyfriend who's perfect, but having it turn out that he's not even real and completely made up." I sighed.
Willow nodded and looked back down at the piece of paper she was holding. She sat there, staring at the card in total concentration. Suddenly, she leaped out of her seat and started jumping up and down.
"Ooh! Ooh! Ooh!" Willow exclaimed, eyes widening.
I looked at her strangely, slowly scooting away from her on the couch. "Have you forgotten to take your meds again. . .?" I asked hesitantly, hint of amusement in my voice.
She pointed enthusiastically at herself, "Idea! Idea! I've got an idea!" Spike starting running around in circles and barking at Willow's outburst. My best friend was breathing heavily when she finally said, "You're gonna love me for this."
I sat straighter and raised a brow, "I am?"
She nodded, winking, "Oh yeah. Big time."
I sighed and finally asked, "Ok. . .so. . .What's the idea?" She opened her mouth but I cut her off, "Wait! This isn't another one of your bad ideas that gets me into trouble, is it?"
Willow frowned, "No." Lips curling down she asked, "When did my ideas ever get you in trouble?" I gave her a look. "Oh. . .right. It's not one of *those* ideas. Don't worry."
"Ok, let's here it then," I replied, getting comfy in my seat.
She rubbed her hands together and said, "Alright, so you need a boyfriend, right?"
"Uh huh."
"But you don't have one."
"Right." I agreed.
"And you don't want to go out with Riley."
"No." I grimaced.
"And you want to make your mom and sisters happ-"
"Willow! I really don't need the suspense here, ok?" I laughed, then rolling my eyes, "Just get to the point already."
She pouted saying that I took fun out of everything. But I finally got her to tell me her idea. Taking a deep breath, she said, "GET a boyfriend."
I stared at her in silence, waiting for her to continue. When she didn't say anything, I said, "And. . .?"
She plopped back into her seat, wide grin spreading across her face, "That's it." She sighed, "Don't you love me?" She giggled, obviously thinking her "idea" was a good one.
"That's IT?!" I asked. She nodded and I pouted, "I thought you were gonna give me a *real* idea, Wills. . ."
"What? You don't like it?"
I sighed, "It's fine and everything. . .But exactly how am I going to get a boyfriend that's going to be willing to go out with. . .me. . .and how am I going to convince him of going to a wedding a posing as my long term boyfriend, who's a doctor, blond, has blue eyes, who'll be willing to be the Best Man, too. . .PLUS! I have to be able to keep him *at* the wedding. My family might scare him off right from the beginning. Ooh! And if he's hot, I might have to keep him from getting caught in Faith's little web."
Faith was my cousin. The flirtatious slut bag ho. Chews a man and spits him out. Or should my choice of words be, in my PG version: *Bleeps* a man and kicks him out. She had taken every man I had dated or who I just simply liked. God, how I hated her.
I groaned, "God, this is hopeless."
Willow thought a moment and glanced at the newspaper strewn on the nearby table, a smile slowly crept onto her lips, "Not *totally* hopeless. . ."
I noticed this look and immediately shook my head, "Oh no. . .I know that look. Forget about it. Forget it." I stood up and walked out of the living room and headed to the dining room.
"Buffy!" Willow whined, "It's a good one, I promise!"
I let out a breath and turned to face her, hand on my hip, "What's the 'good' idea?"
She grinned and said simply, "We'll put out a personal ad."
I pouted, "You said it was a good idea."
"Isn't it?" She smiled.
I shook my head, hands waving in front of me. "No." I stated firmly and walked away.
"Buffy. . ."
I covered my ears, "Forget about it!"
She followed me into the kitchen, "Oh, come on Buffy. It could work."
"Willow, there is no *way* I'm putting out an ad saying that I'm desperate for any man to come and date me." I poked her in the chest, "No." Spinning around, I continued bustling around the kitchen while Willow sat on a stool trying to persuade me.
"It wouldn't be called desperate. A lot of people do it. Even those who *aren't* desperate." Willow popped a grape into her mouth and fed one to Spike.
"Willow, just forget about it." I demanded, "It's would *not* work." I opened cabinets and searched for a clean spoon. Opening the freezer, I pulled out a container of ice cream and sat in the stool beside her.
"Just forget it Willow. No one would be interested in me once they'd meet me," I sighed and opened my mouth, sucking on the cold dessert. With my mouth full, I said in a muffled voice, "Now go take Shpike out for a walk and let me drown in my shorrows with thish tub of Oreo Cookie Ice Cream."
The red head rolled her eyes, "Yes it would work."
I swallowed the ice cream and agreed sadly, "Yeah. . .desserts can really make me you feel something other than sadness."
"What are you talking about?" Willow asked in confusion.
I frowned, and answered unsurely, "Drowning my sorrows in ice cream. . .? What are you talking about?"
"Buffy! I meant that the personal ad would totally work. Trust me."
I shook my head, "Uh-uh. No way." I dug into the ice cream and stuffed some more in my mouth. I waved the spoon, dripping with melted ice cream at her, "It's *never* gonna work, I tell you. Besides, I could never write something good enough that would attract any man's attention."
She got a piece of paper and pen then handed it to me. "Write."
"Huh?"
She clicked the pen and the ink tip popped out from the end, "Just be honest and write what you're looking for. There's *bound* to be someone within your description of your imaginary boyfriend."
I sighed and took the materials from her. I looked up, thinking a moment, and finally began to write. "There." I said when I was finished.
She read through it, holding the paper to her face, reading it aloud.
"'Twenty-three year old woman, looking for single male in his twenties. . .' That's pretty good so far. . . 'At least over 5' 5'', blonde, blue eyes, a doctor. Loves kids, great with family, no matter how crazy. Humorous, but not too funny that his jokes are lame. Can be sweet but has a wild side. Willing to go to a wedding with me.'"
I bit my lip, hands moving restlessly in my lap. "Well. . .? What do you think?"
Willow looked up from the paper and stared at me. "'Willing to go to a wedding?'" Willow repeated, I nodded. "What are you trying to do? Make him think that you're looking for a soul mate? This sounds like you're trying to find someone who you can propose to. And you sound to picky in this ad. Remember that you only have a couple of weeks to find a boyfriend. . ."
I pouted, "I told you it wouldn't work."
She shrugged. "Well, look on the bright side. At least you'd grab a guy's attention with this," she tried. Spike barked and paced around by the door.
"Yeah, whatever." I scooped more ice cream into my mouth, "I told you it wouldn't work. But noooo-"
"Yes it will." She jumped off the chair and headed to a shelf that had Spike's leash hanging off it, "I'll write it for you." She pushed into my hands, Spike's leash and grabbed my shoes.
"Now just you relax. It's a nice day, go take Spike for a walk while I write this ad for you."
I slipped into my shoes and turned to her, asking, "Are you sure you don't need any help?"
She winked, "Positive. Now go." Willow pushed open the door to the afternoon sunlight and Spike darted out, with me being dragged behind.
"Maybe you might find Prince Charming today!" Willow called out from the house.
I waved back and yelled, "Yeah. . ." Then mumbling to myself, "Yeah, right. . ."
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A half hour later, no luck at spotting any available man, Spike started to whine and I lead him to a park for him to pee. I was beginning to think that I'd find no one and I'd really have to depend on that personal ad that Willow was making me at the moment.
I sat on a bench while Spike sniffed the ground for a spot. "Come on. . .Find your place to pee already so we can go." I mumbled.
"Excuse me?" A man asked, standing near the bench I was sitting on, "Find myself a place. . .to pee?"
I was startled by the voice and my head shot up. Meeting the eyes of a very attractive man, I blushed in embarrassment, "Oh my God. I didn't mean you. I wasn't talking to you. Not that I didn't want to talk to you, it's just. I don't want *you* to pee. Well, I don't want you to stop peeing, it's not like I can control when you pee or anything. . .Oh God. . ." I put a hand on my burning cheek and the guy laughed as I helplessly gazed at the ground.
"How about we start over?" The guy asked, putting a hand out for a shake.
I gave him a shy smile, still embarrassed. Hm . . .Maybe he's a keeper. He didn't think I was a freak after the whole 'peeing incident,' and he still wants to talk to me. . .
Taking his warm hand, I introduced myself, "I'm Buffy. And you're. . .?" AVAILABLE?! I screamed in my head.
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A/N: I'm TOTALLY OPEN FOR SUGGESTIONS OR REQUESTS!!!!! *points at readers* Buffy's gonna be up and dating with various men if this guy turns out not be "the one." So when you give me the suggestions. . .be very detailed, if you don't mind. *wink* Be creative! *giggles*
Oh! But if you want this guy to be Spike (human, not the dog. LoL) , tell me. If you don't want him to be Spike, but someone else and you want Spike to meet Buffy in another way. . .tell me. TELL ME! Majority rules. . .or whatever I want. *shrug* *giggles*
Please be kind and review. =) Spuffy will come soon. . .soon. . .If I have enough reviews that will push me to write. . .Then Spuffy will come soon. . .^_^
Now. . .I go to sleep. *snore* ZZzzzzz...........