A/N- I have nothing better to do, so I guess I'll write the next chapter.

Spike rolled over his bed. He couldn't sleep. He tried ten more minutes. Argh!, he cried in desperation. He sat up. It was useless, he wouldn't sleep. Why was he even trying?

He walked and sat in front of the TV. Good, 'Dawson's Creek' was on, it wasn't 'Passions' but it would work.

He was just watching another sappy love scene between Dawson and Joey when the crypt's door swung open.

"What the hell?" he said, out loud, but calmed down when he heard a familiar giggle.

"God, Dawn. You scared the crap out of me," he said.

Dawn laughed again. The telly captured suddenly her attention, and she walked to it. "Dawson's Creek?" she asked, raising an eyebrow. "That's so lame. I thought you were Big Bad."

"I am," he answered, hotly.

"Yeah, right. I suppose 'Passions' is a very mean soup opera," she said, sarcastically.

"I am mean. I killed two slayers! And thousands of people! I'm evil."

Dawn grinned mischievously. "No. You were evil."

"Hey, there's nothing I can do with this bloody chip in my head!"

"There are other ways to hurt people, not just physical, you know."

"So, what are you saying? You want me to be all evil again?"

Dawn laughed suddenly, non stoppable. "Spike, calm down! I'm just teasing you," she looked up at him, without stopping laughing. "I like you just the way you are."

Spike glared at her, just before his head registered what she had last said. "Really?"

"Yeah, you're fun to hang around with." She looked back at the show, where Joey was crying sharing a huge kiss with Dawson -for a change. "But Dawson's Creek? Really, Spike. I thought you'd have better taste."

"Shut up, Lil' Bit," he said. "I think you're here for a reason?"

"Oh, yeah," she said, suddenly remembering. "Party. Right now. Let's go," she said, grabbing his arm and starting to drag him out.

"Wait a second. You do remember I can't walk under the sun, don't you? Or you want to see me become a bunch of dust?"

Dawn gave him an odd look. "Spike, it's eight o'clock, p.m. No sun. The sun hid a couple of hours ago."

No wonder I couldn't sleep. "What if I don't wanna go?"

"Oh, c'mon, Spike. Let's go out. Have fun. Please?"

"What about your friends?"

"Didn't I tell you before? You're fun to be with."

"Don't you use that on me. It won't bloody work. Going to parties is the only thing we've been doing lately. And to be honest it's getting to me. Let's do something else."

Dawn crossed her arms. "Like what?"

Spike raised an eyebrow.

"So, I was there, right? The poor baby cried frightened. She watched as I drank the life out of her mother and dropped her right death in front of her. I was going for the baby, but then I gave it a second thought. The husband might be home any minute now, and she was so little, she wasn't worth it. So I did the first merciful thing in my vampire existence: I let her live."

Dawn looked at him with a disgust look on her face. "Yeah, right. You were so merciful by eating her mom in front of her."

Spike smiled. Despite the years, Dawn was still the same. She still became that teen girl that got all grossed out with his stories, yet she enjoyed them.

She stood up. "Okay, Spike. I've heard enough meanness for you tonight. Can we go out? Please? We don't have to go to the party, we can go to the movies or whatever you want."

She gave him a puppy-dog eyes. How could he resist? Before he knew it they were standing outside the movie theater.

"Okay," Dawn was saying. "There's a romance movie, a terror movie, and an action movie. What'd you wanna see?"

Spike shrugged. "Whatever you want, pet."

"Well, I've already seen the action one, and I'm not much into corny love stories right now. So I guess it'll be the terror one."

"It's okay for me."

"Oh, come on Spike. Act as if you weren't having such a bad time."

Spike grinned sarcastically. Dawn rolled her eyes. "Okay, then. We'll see the romance one."

"No!" Spike said. "Okay, okay. I'm happy, see? I love coming to the movies," he said, jumping up and down like a little kid.

Dawn laughed. She knew he was acting but it was so funny to see him act like this.

Then she realized he was making a scene. "Spike," she said, between her giggles. "Stop it. You're embarrassing me."

Spike stopped at this moment. He shot her a look, but he was smiling. "C'mon, luv. Let's see the movie." He grabbed her arm and pulled her inside the theater.

The movie wasn't as bad as Spike thought it would be. It was about a mysterious killer who scared teenagers before killing them -what a change. But it was entertaining. It didn't really scare Spike, after the things he'd seen, it wasn't that easy to scare him.

But he couldn't help noticed the way Dawn grabbed his arm tightly every time the murderer was about to appear -not that he minded.

The movie finished.

"Really scary movie, huh pet?" he said, teasingly, noticing her slightly pale.

She gave him a weak smile. "Between your stories and this movie, I don't know how I'm going to sleep."

"We don't necessary have to sleep."

Dawn raised an eyebrow. Idiot!, he thought to himself.

"I mean, we can do other things. We can rent a movie or something."

"You don't have a VCR."

"We can steal one."

"Sorry. I'm through with that stage of my life, I don't steal anymore."

"I can steal it for you."

She smiled again, putting her hands in her jacket's pockets, and shaking a little.

"You cold, luv?"

"Yeah... a little."

"Here," Spike said, handing her his leather jacket. "Take it."

Now, Dawn raised both eyebrows. "You're lending me your jacket?" she said, in fake shock. "Spike, I'm impressed. You're very fond to this jacket. You're starting to act like a gentleman. I'm proud of you."

"Hey, don't you confuse me with the bloody Poof," he said, trying to sound annoyed. But really feeling good inside.

He liked this feeling. The feeling being around Dawn caused him. But it was kind of painful, too. To know she only thought of him as a brother or something.

"Come on, Spike," she said, linking her arm with his, making his unbeatable heart jump. "Here's the plan: I'll rent the movie, and you'll steal the VCR... or would it be better a DVD? Whatever you can, just make sure you don't get caught."

"It's that easy, like walking in, grabbing it and walking out?" he said, sarcastically.

"It is. I used to do it all the time when I was fifteen, remember? Now, go. I'll meet you back at the crypt."

And she walked away. Spike sighed -unnecessarily, and start heading to a supermarket where he figured it'd be easier to steal it. Then he remembered: he was a vampire. And nobody in this bloody town knew he had a chip. Dawn was right, it'd be as easy as walking in, taking it, and walking out. And he'd be doing it for Dawn so it wouldn't be total crime, right?

Half an hour later he was walking in the crypt with his game face still on, just in case.

"Hey, what took you so long?" Dawn greeted him. "What's with the face?"

"Just to make things easier."

"I can't believe you. I was an innocent fifteen year old and I could still steal things? And you're a vampire that needs his game face to steal."

Spike glared at her. "You gotta stop making fun of me, bit... or else. What did you rented, anyway?"

"A classic: The Godfather. And the Lion King. I love that movie, I just love it."

Spike rolled his eyes. "For God's sake, Nibblet!"

Dawn just laughed.

A/N- Mmhh, kind of lack of inspiration at the end. But what do you think? Please review! Oh, yeah. Just for you to know. I have nothing against Dawson's Creek, I watch it myself sometimes. So please don't flame me with that. I just thought it'd fit.