Dating for Dummies
Disclaimer: I don't own anything. *looks around empty room and the desert tumbleweed that rolls by* I own absolutely nothing. . .*sigh*
Summary: Read previous chapters. *wink*
A/N: Question-Does anyone actually take the time to read my author notes? Anyone? Anyone at all? *shrug* I was just curious. . .
I'd like to take the time to thank everyone, and I mean EVERYONE, every single person who read and reviewed this story, THANK YOU SO MUCH. *eyes tearing up* You've made me smile and brought me close to tears when I discovered the sweet and wonderful reviews. *sniffs* It's just shocking how there are people out there who think my writing is worth reading. Wait, it's not shocking, it's absolutely unbelievable. Thank you for taking the small amount of time for reading/reviewing. It means a lot. I'd write a longer paragraph to a page or two on my thanks and appreciation to you all, but I think that some of you must want to just skip to the story part of this chapter. . .So I'll just let you go now. *giggles* Again, thanks so much!
Oh! And
To **buffsterangelicxws**: Yes, you really are persistent. *giggles* I think you've pushed me enough to make me update it. . .I'm not sure yet. I'm still trying to gather enough courage to put up chapter 2. But thanks for being the little voice in the back of my head, reminding me to update. *giggles* By the way, it's called, "Given the Chance." But you know. . .I am really sensitive *hugs self* and people's opinions really mean a lot to me. You've read the "flame-y reviews" right? It really put me down for a while. . .So yeah, I'm still gathering that courage. But again, thanks. *huggles* I just might update it for you. . .*wink*
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"I'm Buffy. And you are. . .?" The word "available" was flashing in neon letters inside my head.
He shook my hand, "Hello, Buffy." He smiled, "My name is-"
"Whoof! Whoof!" Spike barked and pulled the leash that was connected to my hand.
I smiled in embarrassment and yanked on the leash, causing Spike to clamp down on his yapping.
I apologized, "I'm sorry, I didn't hear your name. What was is it?"
He smiled, "I'm-"
"Whoof! Whoof!"
I rolled my eyes in annoyance and sent an apologetic look to the guy standing in front of me. I whipped my head towards the four-legged disrupter, "Spike!" I hissed.
As I pointed a finger at the dog, I failed to notice a brunette man, walking past us, turn his head in our direction. If I had looked and turned my head to the right, I would've seen the brunette man looking confused, but then shrug and continue walking his dog.
Spike had the decency to shut his gob and resumed sniffing the ground.
I sighed happily and turned to the grinning man, "Ok, one last time. What was your name?"
He chuckled and finally said, "I'm Oz."
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"So you play the bass?" I asked, scratching Spike behind the ear.
Oz nodded as we continued to sit on the bench we had been on for some thirty minutes, "Yeah. I'm in this band called 'Dingoes ate my baby.'"
I raised an amused brow, "Interesting name."
He nodded in agreement, "Oh yeah. Totally."
Silence.
"So. . .What do you do in your spare time?" I tried.
Oz had been like this since the first time I tried to open a conversation with him. He seemed to me like the strong silent type. More of a listener. I shook my head. I didn't think I could handle anymore of him. He was a great guy and everything. He could be funny when he wanted, but it just seemed like we weren't right for each other. From the moment we started talking, I could tell we had absolutely nothing in common. But I didn't want to give up. I could still have a chance. . .right? I mean, I had two weeks to look for a boyfriend and I couldn't let any guy slip between my fingers. Besides, Oz hadn't made any attempt at ending our little conversation at all. I took that as a sure sign that he enjoyed my company.
Thus, I kept up the small talk we had going. . .no matter how terribly short his answers were.
"Stuff that I enjoy." He replied, right to the point.
I looked down at the golden retriever's head that was settled on my lap. He looked up at me with wary eyes.
Spike was bored too. I sighed and racked my brain for another topic that we could talk about.
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When it had been about an hour, Oz walked me home. He walked me up the steps to the small flat me, Willow, and her brother Xander shared.
I glanced at the door and then to Oz, "Well, this is me." My eyes looked anywhere but him. I was unsure of what we were to do. Man! I was SOOOO out of practice. What am I supposed to do, again?
Oz turned to me and he leaned in to give me a peck on the cheek. He pulled back with a smile and a tint of red on his cheeks, "I had a good time."
A small smile crept onto my lips, "Yeah. . .Me too." I felt Spike's wet nose nudge my leg. I could almost hear Spike saying, "Liar. . .liar. . .Pants on fire. . ."
Oz walked down the steps and looked back up at me, "See you tomorrow, then?"
I thought about it a moment and then thought, 'He might be my only chance!' so I immediately agreed.
He grinned, "Great! I'll pick you up around. . .noon?"
I nodded and he turned, walking away.
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I hadn't even planted my foot inside when I heard Willow's bubbly voice, "Ooh. . .Who was that?"
I rolled my eyes and was ready to glare at Willow, but she wasn't in front of me. I frowned, confused as to where she was situated. That's when I saw movement by the side of the door where the windows were. Willow was currently peeking through the blinds and giggling.
"Willow! You were spying?!" I asked, astonished.
She held her hands up in defense, "Hey, it's for a good cause."
I rolled my eyes at her and laughed, "Whatever." Letting Spike off his leash, he trotted out of the room and into the kitchen.
Willow bounced on the couch, "So? How is he? Is he nice? Is he funny? Do you like him? I saw that kiss on the cheek. That was sweet. He must be sweet. Is he sweet?-"
"Wills! Take a chill pill, ok?" I giggled, settling myself into a chair.
She breathed in and out, slowly, "Ok. Now I'm calm. Now spill."
I shrugged, "He's nice. He can be funny. Do I like him?"
Willow waited and I shook my head, "He's. . .not so much of my type."
My best friend sighed and pointed out, "You can't be picky. . ."
"I know," I nodded, "But I'm not. It's just we have nothing at all in common. He's the silent type, but he's the kind of guy that when he gets that special someone, he turns into a chatter bug, you know? I'm definitely not that 'one'." Willow was about to reply when I continued, "So tomorrow, I'm gonna tell him that I can't date him, but we can be friends. Yeah. That'll work. Thanks, Wills." I got up from the chair and headed to the bathroom.
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Next day. . .
Knock. Knock.
"Willow! Can you answer that, please?" I called out.
"Yeah yeah. . ." Willow mumbled, getting up from where she was putting my personal ad into an envelope.
She turned the knob and opened the door to reveal a surprised Oz, "Oh. . .I'm sorry. This isn't Buffy's house?"
Willow was speechless. He was waaay cuter up close and personal. She gazed into his eyes for a while but snapped herself from her stupor, "Sorry. . .Uh. . .What did you say?"
Oz smiled, me being the last thing on his mind, "Would you like to have lunch with me?"
"S-sure," Willow stuttered.
She grabbed her purse and my personal ad, locking the door behind her.
"Was that him?" I came out of my bedroom but met silence. Looking around, I called out to her, "Willow?"
I frowned and peeked through the blinds and sure enough, there my best friend was, going out with Oz.
I shook my head and sighed, "At least *someone* is having a good time." I was happy for Willow, really. But what about me?
Not having any time to complain, the phone started to ring.
"Coming, coming, coming," I muttered with Spike bounding behind, picking up the phone I said, "Hello?"
"Buffy-dear!"
"Mom!" I greeted in fake enthusiasm.
"So, sweetie, did you get the invitation I sent you?"
I nodded, "Yeah," I replied, picking up said invitation, "Love the glitter on it. Nice touch."
"Oh, why that's sweet. Just sweet," she giggled, "That's what Mrs. Jenkins said. Oh, you should see the witch- pardon my rude language, darling -She's absolutely blue with envy!"
I stifled a laugh, "I think that's *green* with envy, mom."
"Yes, yes, of course," I heard her waving her hand in dismissal, "I've got her beat. My daughter is getting married to the most perfect man on earth and my other daughter is dating the. . .uh. . . Um. . .*other* most perfect man on earth. Yes, yes. All is well. By the way. . .When will we be meeting this wonderful boyfriend of yours?"
I pinched the bridge of my nose and sat down, "I. . .uh, um. . .Well-" Spike jumped onto my lap, obviously sensing my discomfort.
"Oh dear! Please don't- don't tell me he's not going to be able to go to the wedding!" I could hear my mom beginning to tear up, "You *know* how much I've been looking forward to meeting him-" She was sobbing.
"Oh, mom. Please don't cry. You'll meet him. He's coming, I promise." I tried to soothe as Spike licked my face. "Spike. . .stop. . ." I scolded my pet.
"That's great, honey!" She cried out, all of sudden, no more sniffling, "Spike?"
I froze.
"Uh. . .what?"
"You said 'Spike', is he there?"
"Um. . .No. He's not." I denied.
"Sweetie, you said Spike. He's there, isn't he? Can I talk with him?" She stopped talking to me and called out for Spike, "Spiiiike! Hellloooo! This is Buffy's mother!"
"He's not here, mom," I tried my best to persuade as I pushed Spike off my lap. He hopped back onto me and push me backwards onto the couch, "Spike!" Oops.
"I knew it! He *is* there. Now shush, darling. Let me speak to the boy." My mother demanded.
"No," I replied, voice muffled by Spike's heavy breathing, "He can't talk right now. . ."
"Honey? What is that? I can't hear you very well-"
Spike was breathing on the phone now and I had no idea what that must've sounded like on the other side of the line, but my mom informed me of how it did.
"Oh dear Lord, Buffy. What are you and Spike doing?!" I could almost see her turning red, "Are you two having sex?!"
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A/N: *dodges tomatoes and others of the food variety* Ok. . .I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I know a lot of you wanted to have Spike being the one for Buffy to meet, BUT, I realized that I needed Willow to have a boyfriend.
So. . .maybe SPIKE might be in the NEXT CHAPTER if I get enough reviews to motivate me to write about him. AND if it's not too much to ask. . .Can someone give me a creative way of meeting Spike? It doesn't matter if you think your idea stinks, just send it to me! I'm pretty sure I could mix it up with someone else's, if not, I might just get inspired from your idea. Come on! I need YOUR help! *puppy dog eyes*
THANK YOU FOR READING AND REVIEWING! THANKS A BUNCHES! They've really made my first week of school bearable.
Please be kind and review. =) *puts fingers to temples* I predict there will be Spuffy in the future. . .yes. . .Spuffy. . .if I get reviews. . .yes, there will be Spuffy. . .hehehe
Disclaimer: I don't own anything. *looks around empty room and the desert tumbleweed that rolls by* I own absolutely nothing. . .*sigh*
Summary: Read previous chapters. *wink*
A/N: Question-Does anyone actually take the time to read my author notes? Anyone? Anyone at all? *shrug* I was just curious. . .
I'd like to take the time to thank everyone, and I mean EVERYONE, every single person who read and reviewed this story, THANK YOU SO MUCH. *eyes tearing up* You've made me smile and brought me close to tears when I discovered the sweet and wonderful reviews. *sniffs* It's just shocking how there are people out there who think my writing is worth reading. Wait, it's not shocking, it's absolutely unbelievable. Thank you for taking the small amount of time for reading/reviewing. It means a lot. I'd write a longer paragraph to a page or two on my thanks and appreciation to you all, but I think that some of you must want to just skip to the story part of this chapter. . .So I'll just let you go now. *giggles* Again, thanks so much!
Oh! And
To **buffsterangelicxws**: Yes, you really are persistent. *giggles* I think you've pushed me enough to make me update it. . .I'm not sure yet. I'm still trying to gather enough courage to put up chapter 2. But thanks for being the little voice in the back of my head, reminding me to update. *giggles* By the way, it's called, "Given the Chance." But you know. . .I am really sensitive *hugs self* and people's opinions really mean a lot to me. You've read the "flame-y reviews" right? It really put me down for a while. . .So yeah, I'm still gathering that courage. But again, thanks. *huggles* I just might update it for you. . .*wink*
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"I'm Buffy. And you are. . .?" The word "available" was flashing in neon letters inside my head.
He shook my hand, "Hello, Buffy." He smiled, "My name is-"
"Whoof! Whoof!" Spike barked and pulled the leash that was connected to my hand.
I smiled in embarrassment and yanked on the leash, causing Spike to clamp down on his yapping.
I apologized, "I'm sorry, I didn't hear your name. What was is it?"
He smiled, "I'm-"
"Whoof! Whoof!"
I rolled my eyes in annoyance and sent an apologetic look to the guy standing in front of me. I whipped my head towards the four-legged disrupter, "Spike!" I hissed.
As I pointed a finger at the dog, I failed to notice a brunette man, walking past us, turn his head in our direction. If I had looked and turned my head to the right, I would've seen the brunette man looking confused, but then shrug and continue walking his dog.
Spike had the decency to shut his gob and resumed sniffing the ground.
I sighed happily and turned to the grinning man, "Ok, one last time. What was your name?"
He chuckled and finally said, "I'm Oz."
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"So you play the bass?" I asked, scratching Spike behind the ear.
Oz nodded as we continued to sit on the bench we had been on for some thirty minutes, "Yeah. I'm in this band called 'Dingoes ate my baby.'"
I raised an amused brow, "Interesting name."
He nodded in agreement, "Oh yeah. Totally."
Silence.
"So. . .What do you do in your spare time?" I tried.
Oz had been like this since the first time I tried to open a conversation with him. He seemed to me like the strong silent type. More of a listener. I shook my head. I didn't think I could handle anymore of him. He was a great guy and everything. He could be funny when he wanted, but it just seemed like we weren't right for each other. From the moment we started talking, I could tell we had absolutely nothing in common. But I didn't want to give up. I could still have a chance. . .right? I mean, I had two weeks to look for a boyfriend and I couldn't let any guy slip between my fingers. Besides, Oz hadn't made any attempt at ending our little conversation at all. I took that as a sure sign that he enjoyed my company.
Thus, I kept up the small talk we had going. . .no matter how terribly short his answers were.
"Stuff that I enjoy." He replied, right to the point.
I looked down at the golden retriever's head that was settled on my lap. He looked up at me with wary eyes.
Spike was bored too. I sighed and racked my brain for another topic that we could talk about.
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When it had been about an hour, Oz walked me home. He walked me up the steps to the small flat me, Willow, and her brother Xander shared.
I glanced at the door and then to Oz, "Well, this is me." My eyes looked anywhere but him. I was unsure of what we were to do. Man! I was SOOOO out of practice. What am I supposed to do, again?
Oz turned to me and he leaned in to give me a peck on the cheek. He pulled back with a smile and a tint of red on his cheeks, "I had a good time."
A small smile crept onto my lips, "Yeah. . .Me too." I felt Spike's wet nose nudge my leg. I could almost hear Spike saying, "Liar. . .liar. . .Pants on fire. . ."
Oz walked down the steps and looked back up at me, "See you tomorrow, then?"
I thought about it a moment and then thought, 'He might be my only chance!' so I immediately agreed.
He grinned, "Great! I'll pick you up around. . .noon?"
I nodded and he turned, walking away.
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I hadn't even planted my foot inside when I heard Willow's bubbly voice, "Ooh. . .Who was that?"
I rolled my eyes and was ready to glare at Willow, but she wasn't in front of me. I frowned, confused as to where she was situated. That's when I saw movement by the side of the door where the windows were. Willow was currently peeking through the blinds and giggling.
"Willow! You were spying?!" I asked, astonished.
She held her hands up in defense, "Hey, it's for a good cause."
I rolled my eyes at her and laughed, "Whatever." Letting Spike off his leash, he trotted out of the room and into the kitchen.
Willow bounced on the couch, "So? How is he? Is he nice? Is he funny? Do you like him? I saw that kiss on the cheek. That was sweet. He must be sweet. Is he sweet?-"
"Wills! Take a chill pill, ok?" I giggled, settling myself into a chair.
She breathed in and out, slowly, "Ok. Now I'm calm. Now spill."
I shrugged, "He's nice. He can be funny. Do I like him?"
Willow waited and I shook my head, "He's. . .not so much of my type."
My best friend sighed and pointed out, "You can't be picky. . ."
"I know," I nodded, "But I'm not. It's just we have nothing at all in common. He's the silent type, but he's the kind of guy that when he gets that special someone, he turns into a chatter bug, you know? I'm definitely not that 'one'." Willow was about to reply when I continued, "So tomorrow, I'm gonna tell him that I can't date him, but we can be friends. Yeah. That'll work. Thanks, Wills." I got up from the chair and headed to the bathroom.
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Next day. . .
Knock. Knock.
"Willow! Can you answer that, please?" I called out.
"Yeah yeah. . ." Willow mumbled, getting up from where she was putting my personal ad into an envelope.
She turned the knob and opened the door to reveal a surprised Oz, "Oh. . .I'm sorry. This isn't Buffy's house?"
Willow was speechless. He was waaay cuter up close and personal. She gazed into his eyes for a while but snapped herself from her stupor, "Sorry. . .Uh. . .What did you say?"
Oz smiled, me being the last thing on his mind, "Would you like to have lunch with me?"
"S-sure," Willow stuttered.
She grabbed her purse and my personal ad, locking the door behind her.
"Was that him?" I came out of my bedroom but met silence. Looking around, I called out to her, "Willow?"
I frowned and peeked through the blinds and sure enough, there my best friend was, going out with Oz.
I shook my head and sighed, "At least *someone* is having a good time." I was happy for Willow, really. But what about me?
Not having any time to complain, the phone started to ring.
"Coming, coming, coming," I muttered with Spike bounding behind, picking up the phone I said, "Hello?"
"Buffy-dear!"
"Mom!" I greeted in fake enthusiasm.
"So, sweetie, did you get the invitation I sent you?"
I nodded, "Yeah," I replied, picking up said invitation, "Love the glitter on it. Nice touch."
"Oh, why that's sweet. Just sweet," she giggled, "That's what Mrs. Jenkins said. Oh, you should see the witch- pardon my rude language, darling -She's absolutely blue with envy!"
I stifled a laugh, "I think that's *green* with envy, mom."
"Yes, yes, of course," I heard her waving her hand in dismissal, "I've got her beat. My daughter is getting married to the most perfect man on earth and my other daughter is dating the. . .uh. . . Um. . .*other* most perfect man on earth. Yes, yes. All is well. By the way. . .When will we be meeting this wonderful boyfriend of yours?"
I pinched the bridge of my nose and sat down, "I. . .uh, um. . .Well-" Spike jumped onto my lap, obviously sensing my discomfort.
"Oh dear! Please don't- don't tell me he's not going to be able to go to the wedding!" I could hear my mom beginning to tear up, "You *know* how much I've been looking forward to meeting him-" She was sobbing.
"Oh, mom. Please don't cry. You'll meet him. He's coming, I promise." I tried to soothe as Spike licked my face. "Spike. . .stop. . ." I scolded my pet.
"That's great, honey!" She cried out, all of sudden, no more sniffling, "Spike?"
I froze.
"Uh. . .what?"
"You said 'Spike', is he there?"
"Um. . .No. He's not." I denied.
"Sweetie, you said Spike. He's there, isn't he? Can I talk with him?" She stopped talking to me and called out for Spike, "Spiiiike! Hellloooo! This is Buffy's mother!"
"He's not here, mom," I tried my best to persuade as I pushed Spike off my lap. He hopped back onto me and push me backwards onto the couch, "Spike!" Oops.
"I knew it! He *is* there. Now shush, darling. Let me speak to the boy." My mother demanded.
"No," I replied, voice muffled by Spike's heavy breathing, "He can't talk right now. . ."
"Honey? What is that? I can't hear you very well-"
Spike was breathing on the phone now and I had no idea what that must've sounded like on the other side of the line, but my mom informed me of how it did.
"Oh dear Lord, Buffy. What are you and Spike doing?!" I could almost see her turning red, "Are you two having sex?!"
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A/N: *dodges tomatoes and others of the food variety* Ok. . .I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I know a lot of you wanted to have Spike being the one for Buffy to meet, BUT, I realized that I needed Willow to have a boyfriend.
So. . .maybe SPIKE might be in the NEXT CHAPTER if I get enough reviews to motivate me to write about him. AND if it's not too much to ask. . .Can someone give me a creative way of meeting Spike? It doesn't matter if you think your idea stinks, just send it to me! I'm pretty sure I could mix it up with someone else's, if not, I might just get inspired from your idea. Come on! I need YOUR help! *puppy dog eyes*
THANK YOU FOR READING AND REVIEWING! THANKS A BUNCHES! They've really made my first week of school bearable.
Please be kind and review. =) *puts fingers to temples* I predict there will be Spuffy in the future. . .yes. . .Spuffy. . .if I get reviews. . .yes, there will be Spuffy. . .hehehe