Helluva thing
Disclaimer: Don't own 'em, I just bid 'em to do my will.
Summary: It's a Helluva Thing when the person you love doesn't love you back. Story of a girl who fell in love with a gay man. . .or is he? Fantasy Spuffy fic, my dears. *wink*
A/N: Thanks for all the reviews! *sniffles* They've just made me sooo. . . Happy. *tear*
Some of you wondered why Spike was a player, but my summary says Buffy thinks he's gay. Well. . .Just be patient *wink* and you'll see. . .
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Buffy grimaced and pulled her arm away from him, saying to Parker, "Suddenly, I don't feel like eating here anymore." She stated, slipping off the stool. She headed towards the door, leaving a very rejected Spike behind.
He pouted, "All the ladies have been turning me down, Parker. I think I'm losing my touch." He pretended to sniff and buried his head in his arms.
Parker rolled his eyes, slapping a wet cloth across the back of Spike's head he scolded, "Spike! You're scaring away the costumers!"
Spike frowned, "Who cares about the costumers? What about me?"
Parker jumped over the counter and headed after the blonde girl, calling over his shoulder, "What about you?"
Spike starting spinning around the stool, "I need a place to crash-"
The diner's doors swung shut on him, unknowingly, as Parker ran out after Buffy.
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"Hey! Wait! You can still eat here," Parker panted, jogging up beside Buffy.
Buffy shook her head and continued walking away, "Nah, that's ok."
"No, I promise. He won't bother you again."
Buffy pulled the bag further up her shoulders in attempt to show him how much her mind wouldn't be changed, "Really, it's fine."
Parker was still jogging beside Buffy to keep up with her strides, "You sure? Cause I can-"
Buffy stopped and turned to look at him. She tilted her head to the side, "Why do you want me to eat here?" Buffy was really curious as to why this man was trying to persuade her to eat at his diner. Did he. . .like her or something? Maybe not 'like'. . .but. . .care?
Maybe things are looking up for once. Buffy thought.
Parker looked down and shuffled his feet. Looking shy, he replied, "It's just. . .You looked kind of down and. . .and I was wondering. . .maybe you wanted to talk to someone. . ."
A ghost of smile appeared on Buffy's lips, "That's sweet-" Buffy stopped herself. She couldn't get involved with another man, not just yet. She had just gotten out of a long term relationship and that ended badly. No, she needed time alone. . .
She realized that Parker had been waiting for her to continue and Buffy sighed.
I need a break. I need to be alone for a while. . .Buffy thought sadly to herself.
"Look. . ." Buffy began, but realized she didn't even know his name.
"Oh! Parker. My name's Parker." He helped.
"Ok, Parker. Look, I'd really like to stick around and. . .talk. . .but I *really* have to find a place to stay. You see, I just broke up with my boyfriend-"
Just broke up with her boyfriend. . .Parker thought, and she needs a place to stay. . .
"You can stay with me," he offered.
"Huh?" Buffy asked.
"You could stay with me," Off of Buffy's alarmed look, he corrected himself, "I mean- I have an extra room in my condominium. You could stay if you want."
Buffy thought it over but wasn't entirely comfortable about the idea, "I don't know. . ."
"I won't bother you, if that's what you're worried about. Besides. . .I live by myself, so you won't be bothered by anyone else."
Buffy chewed on her lip, debating whether this was a good idea or not.
Noticing her discomfort, Parker said, "You can trust me." He gazed into her eyes and Buffy let out a breath.
"Ok," Buffy agreed, causing the pair to smile.
* * * * * * *
They walked back into the diner to see Spike still spinning around on the stool. He clearly didn't notice that Parker had walked out on him a few minutes before because he was still talking like there was someone in front of him.
". . .get it now? That's why I have to stay at your place," Spike stopped spinning and faced the counter. He frowned when he noticed that no one was there. Peeking over the counter, he asked, "Parker?"
"You can't stay with me," Parker said, walking up from behind.
Turning around to face the voice, Spike asked, "Why not?"
Parker grinned and put an arm around Buffy, "Because she's taking my extra bedroom."
Spike's eyes widened but then he shrugged, "Fine. I'll be sleeping in your room tonight."
Jumping onto the counter, he hopped down onto the other side and grabbed Parker's jacket. Fishing in it's pockets, he pulled out the set of house keys tucked inside and threw them in the air, then caught with his hand.
"See you there," he winked and in a flurry of leather, left the diner.
Buffy turned to Parker, eyes widened in shock, "You're just gonna let him walk out like that? With your keys?"
Parker shrugged and helped her into a chair, "Don't worry. He's a. . ." Parker thought of what to call Spike. Sure, Spike and him went way back. . .but their only friendship consisted of which one could date more women. Their friendship was more based on competition. "He's. . .a friend."
"A friend," Buffy repeated slowly. A friend. . .Buffy rolled the statement in her head.
"Yeah, he does it all the time," he continued, sliding a dish towards her, "Here. Eat. It's on the house."
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Flipping a switch, the hallway brightened and stairs stood before the couple.
"Just go right up. Make yourself at home." Parker nodded, extending a hand out.
Buffy walked up the steps and examined the space. They were in a mini living room, black, leather couches lining a wall and a big screen tv across of it. To her left was a kitchen, sink half full with unwashed dishes and a cereal box laid open by a toaster. Walking further, she saw the hallway and Parker lead her to the extra room.
"Here's your home. . .for tonight. . .or however long you choose to stay," Parker said shyly, setting her bag in the bedroom.
Buffy smiled, "Thanks."
Parker pointed to a room across from hers, "This is the bathroom and that," he pointed to the end of the hall, which was a few feet from Buffy's own bedroom, "That's where me and Spike will be sleeping. If you need anything, just knock."
Buffy nodded and Parker smiled at her before saying goodnight. . .which was interrupted by Spike calling out from behind Parker's door, "Parker? Can you come in here?"
"Coming," Parker mumbled and entered his bedroom.
Curious, Buffy stood by the door of her bedroom and listened:
"What is it Spike?" She heard Spike ask, irritated.
Spike's reply was quiet and Buffy could hear their hushed voices. She heard Parker say, "Sh, Buffy's sleeping. We have to be quiet."
Buffy frowned? Be quiet? What were they gonna do? Have a party?
Buffy heard some commotion and Spike's voice, but she couldn't make out what he was saying. She heard a moan, which sounded like Parker's, then heard his voice again, "Fine. . .alright."
She couldn't here much until Spike said the words, "Oh, how I've missed you!"
Buffy's eyes widened and she slowly leaned closer towards the door.
She heard Parker curse, "Oh shit-"
Then she heard a growl and Spike ask, "Like that?"
She heard some banging and later, Parker's reply, "Oh yeah. . .Just the way I like it." Moaning was heard on the other side of the door.
Buffy's hand went up to her mouth and she backed up into her bedroom. Closing the door silently, she sat on her bed and stared at the wall that separated her and the two men on the other side.
"What's going on in there?" Buffy whispered.
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Meanwhile in the other room. . .
"What is it Spike?" Parker asked, irritated.
"I couldn't find my hair gel!" Spike raised his voice but Parker shushed him.
"Sh! Buffy's sleeping. We have to be quiet."
Spike apologized, "Sorry. . .But I need my hair gel!"
"Go look for it," Parker shrugged, throwing a blanket and pillow on the floor as he snuggled into his bed.
"Excuse me, mate. But what do you think you're doing?" Spike asked as Parker closed his eyes.
"I'm going to sleep. What's it look like?" Parker rolled his eyes and his eyes drifted close.
"Yeah, but in bed," Spike pointed to himself, "I want the bed."
"No," Parker moaned.
Spike sighed, "Fine. . .I'll just tell that chit in the room that the real reason you're letting her stay is because you just want her for sex-"
"Fine. . .Alright." Parker got off the bed and slept on the floor.
After some silence, Spike asked, "So where's my hair gel?" Parker growled and pointed towards the bathroom's cabinets. Spike opened one and found it.
"Oh, how I've missed you!" He grinned happily.
"Will you shut up?" Parker hissed. Spike got surprised, squirting gel onto the wall, "Oh shit-"
"Sorry." Spike mumbled, grabbing some tissue to wipe off the goop.
"No, don't wipe it like that! You're making it worse!" Parker grabbed the tissue and wiped it himself.
"Like that?" Spike asked as Parker got tissue paper stuck to the wall, "Smooth, mate." Parker growled at the blonde man's chuckle and he pounded the wall in frustration as the green goop was spread all over the place.
"What the *hell* is so funny about this, Spike?" He spat his name and that only made Spike laugh even more.
"Look at you! You're all bottled up with all that sexual tension you've got there," he informed, pointing at the brunette's pants and it's little tent towards the front.
"What do you mean?" Parker denied.
Spike rolled his eyes, "Oh, you know what I mean. . .You and I both know that blondie in the other room is a virgin. . .We've been with enough women to tell. . ." He winked and lit a cigarette, "She's a virgin, and I know you want her."
Parker stopped scrubbing the wall and a sly grin slipped over his features, "Oh yeah. . .Just the way I like it. Of course I want her. . ." Parker sighed and leaned his back against the wall, "I mean, to have a virgin wrap herself around you. . .so tight. . .so-" Parker moaned, eyes rolling back as he imagined how Buffy would feel like.
"Oh God. . .A virgin. . .I haven't had one of those in a while," Spike sighed wistfully, eyes drifting close.
Parker chuckled and made his bed on the floor, "Too bad you'll never have her."
Spike opened his eyes. "What?"
Parker shrugged and leaned on his elbow, "You'll never have the girl. . .because I'm gonna get to her first."
Spike narrowed his eyes, "Is this a bet?" The blondes lips curled into a wicked smile for he knew this was exactly what it was. Things never change. . .
Parker grinned evilly, "Depends. . .You up for it?"
Spike nodded eagerly. He never backed down from a challenge, "Hell yeah!"
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Buffy was in bed, close to sleep, when Spike's voice shouted, "Hell yeah!"
Her eyes shot open and she struggled to keep from pressing her ear against the wall to hear what was really happening.
Oh my God, Buffy thought, Was that just a cry of. . .ecstasy?
The blonde girl shut her eyes and forced herself to go to sleep. Tomorrow. . .There would be a *lot* of explaining to do.
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A/N: *sniffs* I think. . .*cough* I really am. . . *cough cough* catching writer's block. *sniffles* Not good. . .
Oh! HELP! WHAT SHOULD THE WINNER OF THE BET GET? *giggles* Oh. . .I made a rhyme. Anywho! What should they get? I have no idea. . .Money? A car? A coupon to McDonalds? *racking brain* I need something that Spike would never want to lose the bet for. . .HELP!!!
Please be kind and review. =) Help, please. I think school has sucked my brain's juice or something. . .*pout*
Disclaimer: Don't own 'em, I just bid 'em to do my will.
Summary: It's a Helluva Thing when the person you love doesn't love you back. Story of a girl who fell in love with a gay man. . .or is he? Fantasy Spuffy fic, my dears. *wink*
A/N: Thanks for all the reviews! *sniffles* They've just made me sooo. . . Happy. *tear*
Some of you wondered why Spike was a player, but my summary says Buffy thinks he's gay. Well. . .Just be patient *wink* and you'll see. . .
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Buffy grimaced and pulled her arm away from him, saying to Parker, "Suddenly, I don't feel like eating here anymore." She stated, slipping off the stool. She headed towards the door, leaving a very rejected Spike behind.
He pouted, "All the ladies have been turning me down, Parker. I think I'm losing my touch." He pretended to sniff and buried his head in his arms.
Parker rolled his eyes, slapping a wet cloth across the back of Spike's head he scolded, "Spike! You're scaring away the costumers!"
Spike frowned, "Who cares about the costumers? What about me?"
Parker jumped over the counter and headed after the blonde girl, calling over his shoulder, "What about you?"
Spike starting spinning around the stool, "I need a place to crash-"
The diner's doors swung shut on him, unknowingly, as Parker ran out after Buffy.
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"Hey! Wait! You can still eat here," Parker panted, jogging up beside Buffy.
Buffy shook her head and continued walking away, "Nah, that's ok."
"No, I promise. He won't bother you again."
Buffy pulled the bag further up her shoulders in attempt to show him how much her mind wouldn't be changed, "Really, it's fine."
Parker was still jogging beside Buffy to keep up with her strides, "You sure? Cause I can-"
Buffy stopped and turned to look at him. She tilted her head to the side, "Why do you want me to eat here?" Buffy was really curious as to why this man was trying to persuade her to eat at his diner. Did he. . .like her or something? Maybe not 'like'. . .but. . .care?
Maybe things are looking up for once. Buffy thought.
Parker looked down and shuffled his feet. Looking shy, he replied, "It's just. . .You looked kind of down and. . .and I was wondering. . .maybe you wanted to talk to someone. . ."
A ghost of smile appeared on Buffy's lips, "That's sweet-" Buffy stopped herself. She couldn't get involved with another man, not just yet. She had just gotten out of a long term relationship and that ended badly. No, she needed time alone. . .
She realized that Parker had been waiting for her to continue and Buffy sighed.
I need a break. I need to be alone for a while. . .Buffy thought sadly to herself.
"Look. . ." Buffy began, but realized she didn't even know his name.
"Oh! Parker. My name's Parker." He helped.
"Ok, Parker. Look, I'd really like to stick around and. . .talk. . .but I *really* have to find a place to stay. You see, I just broke up with my boyfriend-"
Just broke up with her boyfriend. . .Parker thought, and she needs a place to stay. . .
"You can stay with me," he offered.
"Huh?" Buffy asked.
"You could stay with me," Off of Buffy's alarmed look, he corrected himself, "I mean- I have an extra room in my condominium. You could stay if you want."
Buffy thought it over but wasn't entirely comfortable about the idea, "I don't know. . ."
"I won't bother you, if that's what you're worried about. Besides. . .I live by myself, so you won't be bothered by anyone else."
Buffy chewed on her lip, debating whether this was a good idea or not.
Noticing her discomfort, Parker said, "You can trust me." He gazed into her eyes and Buffy let out a breath.
"Ok," Buffy agreed, causing the pair to smile.
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They walked back into the diner to see Spike still spinning around on the stool. He clearly didn't notice that Parker had walked out on him a few minutes before because he was still talking like there was someone in front of him.
". . .get it now? That's why I have to stay at your place," Spike stopped spinning and faced the counter. He frowned when he noticed that no one was there. Peeking over the counter, he asked, "Parker?"
"You can't stay with me," Parker said, walking up from behind.
Turning around to face the voice, Spike asked, "Why not?"
Parker grinned and put an arm around Buffy, "Because she's taking my extra bedroom."
Spike's eyes widened but then he shrugged, "Fine. I'll be sleeping in your room tonight."
Jumping onto the counter, he hopped down onto the other side and grabbed Parker's jacket. Fishing in it's pockets, he pulled out the set of house keys tucked inside and threw them in the air, then caught with his hand.
"See you there," he winked and in a flurry of leather, left the diner.
Buffy turned to Parker, eyes widened in shock, "You're just gonna let him walk out like that? With your keys?"
Parker shrugged and helped her into a chair, "Don't worry. He's a. . ." Parker thought of what to call Spike. Sure, Spike and him went way back. . .but their only friendship consisted of which one could date more women. Their friendship was more based on competition. "He's. . .a friend."
"A friend," Buffy repeated slowly. A friend. . .Buffy rolled the statement in her head.
"Yeah, he does it all the time," he continued, sliding a dish towards her, "Here. Eat. It's on the house."
* * * * * * *
Flipping a switch, the hallway brightened and stairs stood before the couple.
"Just go right up. Make yourself at home." Parker nodded, extending a hand out.
Buffy walked up the steps and examined the space. They were in a mini living room, black, leather couches lining a wall and a big screen tv across of it. To her left was a kitchen, sink half full with unwashed dishes and a cereal box laid open by a toaster. Walking further, she saw the hallway and Parker lead her to the extra room.
"Here's your home. . .for tonight. . .or however long you choose to stay," Parker said shyly, setting her bag in the bedroom.
Buffy smiled, "Thanks."
Parker pointed to a room across from hers, "This is the bathroom and that," he pointed to the end of the hall, which was a few feet from Buffy's own bedroom, "That's where me and Spike will be sleeping. If you need anything, just knock."
Buffy nodded and Parker smiled at her before saying goodnight. . .which was interrupted by Spike calling out from behind Parker's door, "Parker? Can you come in here?"
"Coming," Parker mumbled and entered his bedroom.
Curious, Buffy stood by the door of her bedroom and listened:
"What is it Spike?" She heard Spike ask, irritated.
Spike's reply was quiet and Buffy could hear their hushed voices. She heard Parker say, "Sh, Buffy's sleeping. We have to be quiet."
Buffy frowned? Be quiet? What were they gonna do? Have a party?
Buffy heard some commotion and Spike's voice, but she couldn't make out what he was saying. She heard a moan, which sounded like Parker's, then heard his voice again, "Fine. . .alright."
She couldn't here much until Spike said the words, "Oh, how I've missed you!"
Buffy's eyes widened and she slowly leaned closer towards the door.
She heard Parker curse, "Oh shit-"
Then she heard a growl and Spike ask, "Like that?"
She heard some banging and later, Parker's reply, "Oh yeah. . .Just the way I like it." Moaning was heard on the other side of the door.
Buffy's hand went up to her mouth and she backed up into her bedroom. Closing the door silently, she sat on her bed and stared at the wall that separated her and the two men on the other side.
"What's going on in there?" Buffy whispered.
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Meanwhile in the other room. . .
"What is it Spike?" Parker asked, irritated.
"I couldn't find my hair gel!" Spike raised his voice but Parker shushed him.
"Sh! Buffy's sleeping. We have to be quiet."
Spike apologized, "Sorry. . .But I need my hair gel!"
"Go look for it," Parker shrugged, throwing a blanket and pillow on the floor as he snuggled into his bed.
"Excuse me, mate. But what do you think you're doing?" Spike asked as Parker closed his eyes.
"I'm going to sleep. What's it look like?" Parker rolled his eyes and his eyes drifted close.
"Yeah, but in bed," Spike pointed to himself, "I want the bed."
"No," Parker moaned.
Spike sighed, "Fine. . .I'll just tell that chit in the room that the real reason you're letting her stay is because you just want her for sex-"
"Fine. . .Alright." Parker got off the bed and slept on the floor.
After some silence, Spike asked, "So where's my hair gel?" Parker growled and pointed towards the bathroom's cabinets. Spike opened one and found it.
"Oh, how I've missed you!" He grinned happily.
"Will you shut up?" Parker hissed. Spike got surprised, squirting gel onto the wall, "Oh shit-"
"Sorry." Spike mumbled, grabbing some tissue to wipe off the goop.
"No, don't wipe it like that! You're making it worse!" Parker grabbed the tissue and wiped it himself.
"Like that?" Spike asked as Parker got tissue paper stuck to the wall, "Smooth, mate." Parker growled at the blonde man's chuckle and he pounded the wall in frustration as the green goop was spread all over the place.
"What the *hell* is so funny about this, Spike?" He spat his name and that only made Spike laugh even more.
"Look at you! You're all bottled up with all that sexual tension you've got there," he informed, pointing at the brunette's pants and it's little tent towards the front.
"What do you mean?" Parker denied.
Spike rolled his eyes, "Oh, you know what I mean. . .You and I both know that blondie in the other room is a virgin. . .We've been with enough women to tell. . ." He winked and lit a cigarette, "She's a virgin, and I know you want her."
Parker stopped scrubbing the wall and a sly grin slipped over his features, "Oh yeah. . .Just the way I like it. Of course I want her. . ." Parker sighed and leaned his back against the wall, "I mean, to have a virgin wrap herself around you. . .so tight. . .so-" Parker moaned, eyes rolling back as he imagined how Buffy would feel like.
"Oh God. . .A virgin. . .I haven't had one of those in a while," Spike sighed wistfully, eyes drifting close.
Parker chuckled and made his bed on the floor, "Too bad you'll never have her."
Spike opened his eyes. "What?"
Parker shrugged and leaned on his elbow, "You'll never have the girl. . .because I'm gonna get to her first."
Spike narrowed his eyes, "Is this a bet?" The blondes lips curled into a wicked smile for he knew this was exactly what it was. Things never change. . .
Parker grinned evilly, "Depends. . .You up for it?"
Spike nodded eagerly. He never backed down from a challenge, "Hell yeah!"
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Buffy was in bed, close to sleep, when Spike's voice shouted, "Hell yeah!"
Her eyes shot open and she struggled to keep from pressing her ear against the wall to hear what was really happening.
Oh my God, Buffy thought, Was that just a cry of. . .ecstasy?
The blonde girl shut her eyes and forced herself to go to sleep. Tomorrow. . .There would be a *lot* of explaining to do.
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A/N: *sniffs* I think. . .*cough* I really am. . . *cough cough* catching writer's block. *sniffles* Not good. . .
Oh! HELP! WHAT SHOULD THE WINNER OF THE BET GET? *giggles* Oh. . .I made a rhyme. Anywho! What should they get? I have no idea. . .Money? A car? A coupon to McDonalds? *racking brain* I need something that Spike would never want to lose the bet for. . .HELP!!!
Please be kind and review. =) Help, please. I think school has sucked my brain's juice or something. . .*pout*