Dating for Dummies
Disclaimer: *puts right hand in air* I will speak the truth, nothing but the truth, so help me God. *sigh* Ehem. . .*clears throat* I do not own the characters, I do not own the plot. . .(but neither does Joss! Mwahahaha!) But I do know that I own Spike the dog. ^_^ So a big "whoop!" for me!
Summary: Based on the book, Asking for Trouble written by Elizabeth Young. The personal ad idea was from Must Love Dogs, another book which was written by Claire Cook. Add a scene from "See Jane Date," and mix them together. . .What do you get? "Dating for Dummies." =)
A/N:
Ultrawoman: OMG! Gurl, you're crazy! CRAZY! When I read your review, my jaw literally dropped. OMG! You're CRAZY! *giggles* Crazy is a good thing. ^_^ I went to your site and I spent probably 10 minutes drooling over the first page of your "Spike-Collage" before actually clicking "enter." *blushes* Love the pics! Ooh! And I saw my name! I saw my name! *giggles* I feel so honored. . .*wipes tear* Thanks, dearie!
Fictionfreak2: OMG! You made me laugh out loud too! *waves finger in face* Ooh. . .Tsk tsk. Reading my fics during class. . .*giggles* I can't believe you! You're crazy too! *laughs* You're so baaad. . .LOL God, you should see me right now. My cheeks hurt from smiling so much. ^_^
Lindz and buffsterangelicxws: I'm glad you're enjoying this story. . .*hangs head in shame* But about 'Given the Chance'. . .I've been trying, really, I have. . .But I just- I can't figure out how to continue it. *sobs* Stupid writer's block! *wipes tear* And stupid people who hate my story. . .*sniffles* Whenever someone says they don't like my story, it puts me into a momentary writer's block. *sigh* I'm still recovering. LoL
Rebecca: Will I *really* get a cookie. . .? Can it be chocolate chip? ^_^ LoL
Adamsjo75: OMG!!! You SERIOUS?! You actually got it? *shocked* Wow. I didn't really think someone would. LoL I'm glad your sister enjoyed it and I hope you do too! ^_~
Hey Kay: *giggles* Oh! That rhymed! LoL Anywho. . .I put this up at Spuffy Fantasy so hopefully you'll see it there soon! Thanks for suggesting it. =)
Thanks to (in no particular order):aphelant, RoboShiflo, and SpIkEs AnGeL for the suggestion of the previous "Spuffy meeting!!"
*rubs chin* Hm. . .I'm pretty sure there was one or two more people who suggested it too. . .So don't be shy and just tell me! Goodness gracious, child. I'll put your name up, you deserve the credit. *giggles* ^_^
Thanks for all the great reviews! They've made me so deliciously happy! Thanks for reading AND for putting up with my hella looooong author's notes. *sheepish grin* I tend to ramble and get carried away. AGH! Just try having a REAL conversation with me. Bleh. LoL ^_^
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He shook his head, "Not kidding."
And with that, he got up and began climbing up the hill. I got up from my spot in confusion.
Where the hell was he going? I need him!!!
"Hey! Where are you going?" I repeated my thoughts.
"I've got to see a girl," he answered over his shoulder.
My hopes deflated.
Great, just my luck. He was seeing someone already. I gave myself a mental slap. Stupid Buffy! Of *course* he's seeing someone. He's hot. What do you expect?
I sighed, fully acknowledging the fact that hiring "the escort" would be the only way I could *ever* get a decent guy. Finally coming to a decision, I accepted that this hot guy with a delicious accent- and lips to go with the voice too -was totally on the "unavailable" list.
"Damn," I muttered. But curiosity got the best of me, "So. . .Who's the lucky girl?"
He stopped and smirked back at me. With a shrug, he replied, "Is that really any of your business?"
I frowned. He got me there. "Well, no-"
"Good. Then I suggest you don't ask," he continued to walk off.
God! Did he have to be so rude? "Excuse me," I snapped, picking myself of the muddy ground. I strode after him, grabbing onto his leather clad arm, "but you have no right to tell me what to do or not to do-"
My foot lost its gripping when it came in contact with damp grass and I fell. . . Taking 'Spike' along with me.
Fortunately, we didn't fall into the lake again.
Instead, I found myself splayed half on top of his body; my head only inches from his own.
I could feel his muscles under my fingertips and I was itching to have them slip beneath his tight, black shirt. I looked up to meet his eyes and gulped.
"Uh. . .Sorry," I apologized, crawling off of him.
He smirked, "It's alright. I've never met any woman who literally went weak in the knees for me."
He was looking at me through an arrogant grin and that was enough to kick me from the fantasyland I had floated into.
I pulled a lock of hair behind my ear, "For your information. I did not go 'weak in the knees,' for you," I stood up, hands on my hips, "I just managed to slip on some slippery grass. It had *nothing* to do with *you.*"
He shrugged as he stood up as well. "Sure thing, pet."
I growled, "I'm not your 'pet.'" I began my way up the steep hill with him trailing behind me.
Grabbing on to my dog's leash, I grimly realized that our dogs somehow managed to tangle both their leashes together.
"Great," I mumbled, pulling the lines through loops and holes, trying to untwist it from its labyrinth.
Spike caught up with me and swatted my hands away, taking over the deed himself.
"Let a man handle this." He ordered, slightly puffing up his chest.
I backed off while giving him a doubtful look, "If you *can.*"
He raised a brow, "Are you saying I'm not man enough?"
I laughed, "Hey, you said it, not me."
He let out a breath, "Just watch the master at work." He cracked his knuckles and took the leash between his hands. After a small swear and frustrated shake of his head, I knew this was going to take a long time.
I was surprised to actually find myself happy with this revelation as I took my seat on a bench. Resting my chin on my palm, I admired the sweet view of the British man's rear. To make it less obvious that I was staring, I occasionally slipped a small comment here and there.
"I see. . ." Your cute ass in my face, I thought wickedly with a smile, "The rain has stopped."
He snorted. "Wow. The blonde sure does know her weather," he muttered sarcastically.
I nodded and pointed to my watch, "Yeah. I can tell time too."
I heard a small chuckle then a frustrated growl.
Oh my God. This guy's growl was hot. It sent shivers down my spine.
"You need any help, there?" I asked, without noticing the small trail of saliva sliding down the side of my chin.
He looked over his shoulder and his angry face melted into that arrogant grin of his. He motioned a finger towards his chin and my eyes widened as I straightened and wiped at my face.
"Question is: Do *you* need any help-" His eyes traveled down my body, "there?"
Cheeks reddening and mouth suddenly dry, I could do nothing but shake my head.
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A few minutes later, Spike and I still found our selves with our dog's leashes bound together.
"Bloody, buggerin'. . ." Spike mumbled colorful British curses under his breath. His finger had gotten caught in a knot and he violently shook his hand. "Bloody hell."
"I told you. If you need some help, all you have to do is ask. . ." I reminded him.
He sighed and stretched, pulling that shirt ever-so-slightly to reveal some delicious abs.
I unconsciously licked my lips. Yum.
"You hungry there, pet?" He raised a brow.
My cheeks tinted again in discovering how much he knew how affected I was by him, "Uh- erm. . .no."
He shook his head and laughed, "Wasn't asking you, luv. I was talking to my dog."
Face flaming, I nodded, "Right. Sorry." Feeling utterly stupid I tried to make a witty retort to cover up my embarrassment- "I'm not your 'luv.'"-My retort fell flat on its butt.
I could see him holding back a smile and turned towards our dogs. "Well, seeing as how we're a little stuck together. . .How about we get ourselves some dinner?"
He turned his head toward me with a smile and I couldn't help but smile back. It was a contagious thing. He made me feel all giddy inside. . .
Whoa. What the *heck* was I saying? I just met the guy.
'But you gotta admit. He's so incredibly hot!' My inner-woman roared.
'Edible, even.' My bratty side joined in.
I nodded inwardly, agreeing completely as he stared at me, waiting for an answer.
Trying to make myself look not *too* excited, I decided to play it cool. "Are you asking me out on a date?"
He shrugged, still smiling, "Maybe." Then the oddest thing. He looked down and shuffled his feet, shoving his hands into his leather jacket. He looked like a shy, nervous, little boy. "I- I mean. . . You know. I-If you w-want. . ."
I couldn't help but think, 'Aw! How cute!' I had to stop myself from hugging him and bringing him home to show mom.
A slow smile crept onto my lips, "I'd like that."
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A/N: *teary eyed* I just found out my mom's mom has breast cancer AND my dad's mom, too. It's terrible. I hate it. I hate it. I hate it. *wipes tears* It's not fair, you know? *sobs* So if you're wondering why updates are a little on the slow side, there's your answer.
Oh, and SO sorry for the short chapter. *sheepish grin* I'll try and make it longer next time. ^_~
Thanks for reading and reviewing. My God, you have NO idea how much they make me smile. ^_^
Please be kind and review. =) Please please please?
Disclaimer: *puts right hand in air* I will speak the truth, nothing but the truth, so help me God. *sigh* Ehem. . .*clears throat* I do not own the characters, I do not own the plot. . .(but neither does Joss! Mwahahaha!) But I do know that I own Spike the dog. ^_^ So a big "whoop!" for me!
Summary: Based on the book, Asking for Trouble written by Elizabeth Young. The personal ad idea was from Must Love Dogs, another book which was written by Claire Cook. Add a scene from "See Jane Date," and mix them together. . .What do you get? "Dating for Dummies." =)
A/N:
Ultrawoman: OMG! Gurl, you're crazy! CRAZY! When I read your review, my jaw literally dropped. OMG! You're CRAZY! *giggles* Crazy is a good thing. ^_^ I went to your site and I spent probably 10 minutes drooling over the first page of your "Spike-Collage" before actually clicking "enter." *blushes* Love the pics! Ooh! And I saw my name! I saw my name! *giggles* I feel so honored. . .*wipes tear* Thanks, dearie!
Fictionfreak2: OMG! You made me laugh out loud too! *waves finger in face* Ooh. . .Tsk tsk. Reading my fics during class. . .*giggles* I can't believe you! You're crazy too! *laughs* You're so baaad. . .LOL God, you should see me right now. My cheeks hurt from smiling so much. ^_^
Lindz and buffsterangelicxws: I'm glad you're enjoying this story. . .*hangs head in shame* But about 'Given the Chance'. . .I've been trying, really, I have. . .But I just- I can't figure out how to continue it. *sobs* Stupid writer's block! *wipes tear* And stupid people who hate my story. . .*sniffles* Whenever someone says they don't like my story, it puts me into a momentary writer's block. *sigh* I'm still recovering. LoL
Rebecca: Will I *really* get a cookie. . .? Can it be chocolate chip? ^_^ LoL
Adamsjo75: OMG!!! You SERIOUS?! You actually got it? *shocked* Wow. I didn't really think someone would. LoL I'm glad your sister enjoyed it and I hope you do too! ^_~
Hey Kay: *giggles* Oh! That rhymed! LoL Anywho. . .I put this up at Spuffy Fantasy so hopefully you'll see it there soon! Thanks for suggesting it. =)
Thanks to (in no particular order):aphelant, RoboShiflo, and SpIkEs AnGeL for the suggestion of the previous "Spuffy meeting!!"
*rubs chin* Hm. . .I'm pretty sure there was one or two more people who suggested it too. . .So don't be shy and just tell me! Goodness gracious, child. I'll put your name up, you deserve the credit. *giggles* ^_^
Thanks for all the great reviews! They've made me so deliciously happy! Thanks for reading AND for putting up with my hella looooong author's notes. *sheepish grin* I tend to ramble and get carried away. AGH! Just try having a REAL conversation with me. Bleh. LoL ^_^
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He shook his head, "Not kidding."
And with that, he got up and began climbing up the hill. I got up from my spot in confusion.
Where the hell was he going? I need him!!!
"Hey! Where are you going?" I repeated my thoughts.
"I've got to see a girl," he answered over his shoulder.
My hopes deflated.
Great, just my luck. He was seeing someone already. I gave myself a mental slap. Stupid Buffy! Of *course* he's seeing someone. He's hot. What do you expect?
I sighed, fully acknowledging the fact that hiring "the escort" would be the only way I could *ever* get a decent guy. Finally coming to a decision, I accepted that this hot guy with a delicious accent- and lips to go with the voice too -was totally on the "unavailable" list.
"Damn," I muttered. But curiosity got the best of me, "So. . .Who's the lucky girl?"
He stopped and smirked back at me. With a shrug, he replied, "Is that really any of your business?"
I frowned. He got me there. "Well, no-"
"Good. Then I suggest you don't ask," he continued to walk off.
God! Did he have to be so rude? "Excuse me," I snapped, picking myself of the muddy ground. I strode after him, grabbing onto his leather clad arm, "but you have no right to tell me what to do or not to do-"
My foot lost its gripping when it came in contact with damp grass and I fell. . . Taking 'Spike' along with me.
Fortunately, we didn't fall into the lake again.
Instead, I found myself splayed half on top of his body; my head only inches from his own.
I could feel his muscles under my fingertips and I was itching to have them slip beneath his tight, black shirt. I looked up to meet his eyes and gulped.
"Uh. . .Sorry," I apologized, crawling off of him.
He smirked, "It's alright. I've never met any woman who literally went weak in the knees for me."
He was looking at me through an arrogant grin and that was enough to kick me from the fantasyland I had floated into.
I pulled a lock of hair behind my ear, "For your information. I did not go 'weak in the knees,' for you," I stood up, hands on my hips, "I just managed to slip on some slippery grass. It had *nothing* to do with *you.*"
He shrugged as he stood up as well. "Sure thing, pet."
I growled, "I'm not your 'pet.'" I began my way up the steep hill with him trailing behind me.
Grabbing on to my dog's leash, I grimly realized that our dogs somehow managed to tangle both their leashes together.
"Great," I mumbled, pulling the lines through loops and holes, trying to untwist it from its labyrinth.
Spike caught up with me and swatted my hands away, taking over the deed himself.
"Let a man handle this." He ordered, slightly puffing up his chest.
I backed off while giving him a doubtful look, "If you *can.*"
He raised a brow, "Are you saying I'm not man enough?"
I laughed, "Hey, you said it, not me."
He let out a breath, "Just watch the master at work." He cracked his knuckles and took the leash between his hands. After a small swear and frustrated shake of his head, I knew this was going to take a long time.
I was surprised to actually find myself happy with this revelation as I took my seat on a bench. Resting my chin on my palm, I admired the sweet view of the British man's rear. To make it less obvious that I was staring, I occasionally slipped a small comment here and there.
"I see. . ." Your cute ass in my face, I thought wickedly with a smile, "The rain has stopped."
He snorted. "Wow. The blonde sure does know her weather," he muttered sarcastically.
I nodded and pointed to my watch, "Yeah. I can tell time too."
I heard a small chuckle then a frustrated growl.
Oh my God. This guy's growl was hot. It sent shivers down my spine.
"You need any help, there?" I asked, without noticing the small trail of saliva sliding down the side of my chin.
He looked over his shoulder and his angry face melted into that arrogant grin of his. He motioned a finger towards his chin and my eyes widened as I straightened and wiped at my face.
"Question is: Do *you* need any help-" His eyes traveled down my body, "there?"
Cheeks reddening and mouth suddenly dry, I could do nothing but shake my head.
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A few minutes later, Spike and I still found our selves with our dog's leashes bound together.
"Bloody, buggerin'. . ." Spike mumbled colorful British curses under his breath. His finger had gotten caught in a knot and he violently shook his hand. "Bloody hell."
"I told you. If you need some help, all you have to do is ask. . ." I reminded him.
He sighed and stretched, pulling that shirt ever-so-slightly to reveal some delicious abs.
I unconsciously licked my lips. Yum.
"You hungry there, pet?" He raised a brow.
My cheeks tinted again in discovering how much he knew how affected I was by him, "Uh- erm. . .no."
He shook his head and laughed, "Wasn't asking you, luv. I was talking to my dog."
Face flaming, I nodded, "Right. Sorry." Feeling utterly stupid I tried to make a witty retort to cover up my embarrassment- "I'm not your 'luv.'"-My retort fell flat on its butt.
I could see him holding back a smile and turned towards our dogs. "Well, seeing as how we're a little stuck together. . .How about we get ourselves some dinner?"
He turned his head toward me with a smile and I couldn't help but smile back. It was a contagious thing. He made me feel all giddy inside. . .
Whoa. What the *heck* was I saying? I just met the guy.
'But you gotta admit. He's so incredibly hot!' My inner-woman roared.
'Edible, even.' My bratty side joined in.
I nodded inwardly, agreeing completely as he stared at me, waiting for an answer.
Trying to make myself look not *too* excited, I decided to play it cool. "Are you asking me out on a date?"
He shrugged, still smiling, "Maybe." Then the oddest thing. He looked down and shuffled his feet, shoving his hands into his leather jacket. He looked like a shy, nervous, little boy. "I- I mean. . . You know. I-If you w-want. . ."
I couldn't help but think, 'Aw! How cute!' I had to stop myself from hugging him and bringing him home to show mom.
A slow smile crept onto my lips, "I'd like that."
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A/N: *teary eyed* I just found out my mom's mom has breast cancer AND my dad's mom, too. It's terrible. I hate it. I hate it. I hate it. *wipes tears* It's not fair, you know? *sobs* So if you're wondering why updates are a little on the slow side, there's your answer.
Oh, and SO sorry for the short chapter. *sheepish grin* I'll try and make it longer next time. ^_~
Thanks for reading and reviewing. My God, you have NO idea how much they make me smile. ^_^
Please be kind and review. =) Please please please?