Crazy Like That
A/N: Hey! Wow thanks for all the wonderful reviews! Keep 'em coming! And sorry for the lateness of this chapter but I had to edit and write this thing for my friend. But I'm baaack!
Disclaimer: Don't own. Just use for my own sick and twisted enjoyment lol.
Rating: Pg 13, R later.
Summary: Buffy Summers and Spike Giles have been enemies since Junior High. But entering their senior year at high school their parents start dating. They have to join forces to split them up. Quality time can kill and rivalry is the sweetest seduction. B/S
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In the mind of Buffy, nothing bothered her more then secrets. Unless, of course, the secrets belonged to her. Then it was okay.
But now- she was wigging.
Getting up early, coming home late, mysterious books, anonymous flowers, all the work at the gallery.... it all led up one conclusion in Buffy's mind. Her mother had a secret, and she made sure she was going to find out what the hell it was.
But one thing was for sure, all this stress was driving Buffy wildly crazy and madly into the Bizarre-O world. Not to mention what it could do to her skin! Buffy cringed.
Buffy heard her front door open and close. She jumped off her bed and walked down the stairs quietly.
"Oh, Buffy, I didn't know you were home." Her mother's cheery voice said with a warm smile.
'Hmmm... excessive perkiness? Another thing to add to the list....'
" Hey flower lady!" Buffy smiled. Joyce rose a skeptical brow. Buffy shrugged and tilted her head to where the vase of flowers sat on the desk.
Buffy padded down the stairs in her bunny slippers and stood beside her mother.
"So.... who are they from?" Buffy asked, studying her mother's face.
"Oh...umm... well, there's no card." Joyce ruffeled through the assortment to prove it.
"Yeah, I know. But no suggestions?" Buffy pressed.
"Oh, uh, no. Probably just the gallery sending a little thank you gift." Joyce turned to her daughter. "For working so hard at the gallery."
"Yeah... maybe." Buffy frowned. "But ....umm.... maybe their from dad?" Buffy's eyes rose to meet her mothers sad ones.
"Oh, honey. I-I don't think so...." Joyce carefully placed a hand on her daughters shoulder. Buffy just shrugged it off.
"Yeah, uh, I know. Stupid thought." She rambled. "Listen, I was going to hit the mall with Harm, Anya, and Will....." Buffy looked at the carpet.
"Oh, uh, sure. Have fun." Her mother nodded. Buffy made her way to the stairs again when she heard her mother speak up. " Be home by eleven, okay?"
"Sure." Buffy said and raced up the stairs. ~*~
"I'm telling you Willow, something is definetely up!" Buffy said as she took a sip of her moca. This little trip had brightened her mood quite a bit.Her favorite pass times; shopping, gossiping, and drinking her moca with extra cream.
"But she said she was working late at the gallery." The red head reasoned. They had finally managed to have a normal conversation without the talk of boys, fashion, or the latest edition of Cosmo since Harmony and Anya decided to stop into Victoria's Secret.
Buffy and Willow politely declined the invitation to come with, and instead went to the cafe' shop located in the other half of the mall. Far, far away from their ears.
" Yeah, thats what she said. She can be lying." Buffy took a bite out of her roll.
" Why would she do that?"
" Because she doesn't want me to know what she's really doing!"
" You have no proof." Willow said.
"What about the flowers?! A-and the book!" Buffy gasped. "She could be having an affair!"
"Buffy, she's not married anymore."
"Well....no. Not techniqually anyway. But she was! And thats almost as bad!" Buffy's frown deepened. "Besides, my parents are going to get back together. They just need some time apart is all."
" For two years?"
"I didn't say how long." Buffy said defensively. Willow shook her head.
" Just let it go, Buff. You aren't going to catch her." She said.
A lightbulb went off in Buffy's brain.
" Wait!" Buffy slammed her cup down on the table and got an evil smile on her face.
"Oh no. I know that look! Its the 'I'm about to do something extremely stupid or bad' look!" Willow's eyes widened as Buffy scooted her chair closer to her friends.
" Wills.... am I your best friend?" Buffy batted her eyelashes innocently.
"Depends on what you're going to ask me to do...." Willow trailed off nervously.
"And as your best friend, you know I would do anything for you, right?" The blonde smiled sweetly.
"Yeah....."
"Just like you would do anything for me, right?"
Willow slammed her head down on the table.
"Oh here it comes!" She grumbled.
" Listen! I have a plan!" Buffy yanked her friend's head up. " I need you to follow my mother!"
Willow shot out of her seat. "What?! No, no, no! Why?!"
" Oh come on! Its a perfect plan!" Buffy stood as well. "You can follow her tomorrow night! Just wait outside of the gallery for her. And when she comes out, you can see what she does!" Buffy pleaded.
"You want me to spy on your mother?! No way! I am not doing that! This is crazy talk! Talk that is.... crazy!" Willow said, stomping her foot for good measure.
"No! Not crazy talk! This is....so... un-crazy talk!" Buffy said, pondering in her head if that made any sense at all. "Please Wills! Please, please, please!" Buffy inched up closer to her friend, latching on to her arm.
"No.... Buffy, I-I can't." Willow answered weakly.
Buffy pouted, eyes widdening and chin quivering.
"Ooh no! Not the puppy dog eyes! You know I can't say no to the puppy dog eyes!" Willow slumped and let out a steady sigh. "Fine, I'll do it."
"Ah! Thanks Will!" The blonde jumped into her arms.
"Uh...Buffy? Oxygen, becoming an issue." Willow gasped. Buffy disentangled herself from her friend.
"Sorry. Did I ever tell you that you're my bestest friend ever?"
"Yeah, yeah." Willow rolled her eyes. "But what am I supposed to do? Hang out in the shadows and dress like batman?"
"Nah. Catwoman maybe, but batman? Definetely not." Buffy joked. Willow narrowed her eyes at her friend. "Kidding, just kidding." Buffy put her hands up in surrender. "Ooh! Idea! You can dress up in a trenchcoat and sunglasses! Very posh and 50's like."
"Trenchcoat and sunglasses?! I think not." She crossed her arms over her chest in a sulking manner. "I'll think of something much, *much* more creative."
~*~
Willow tightened the belt on her trenchcoat tightly, pulling her thick black sunglasses over her eyes.
Okay, she really did try and figure out something creative to wear... but, hey, what would you wear if you had to spy on your best friend's mother?
She took two nervous side way glances around her. Tomorrow night came way to quickly for the fearing red head. Now, she stood in the shadows, creeping up against the brick wall. Her boots clunked loudly against the cement ground as she stalked around the corner.
Peering her head out of the back alley to the gallery she squinted her eyes to try and see Joyce.
No luck.
She grumbled and decided to stand on something to get a better view. She looked around the dank alley and saw a green garbage bin as her only option.
Mumbling something about stupid puppy dog eyes, she stalked over to the object and hoisted herself onto it.
"Aha!" She whispered to herself as she saw the target to her operation exit the building.
Yes, her and Buffy had mapped out an exact plan. They called it: 'Operation Know It All.'
Willow pulled back her sleeve and glanced at her watch to get the exact time which her mother left, instructions from Buffy.
Noticing that it was 7:00, Willow did start to wonder if Buffy had been right all along. She said Joyce hasn't gotten home until 10 or later. What was she doing with the estimated extra 3 hours?
Her jaw feel open as she witnessed the scene before her. Joyce was walking into the parking lot with a red dress on.
'The tour groups must of gotten an eye full...' She thought.
Suddenly, a red car was infront of her, a man at the wheel. Willow narrowed her eyes to try and get a better look at the man, but she was too far away.
Joyce wrapped her arms around the man in a passionate hug, followed by a slight kiss on the lips.
' Buffy won't be happy about this...'
Willow nearly choked at the sight, which caused her to loose her balance and fall right into the heap of garbage. She sucked in a deep breath.
She grimaced at the raunchy smell around her. "Why must you torture me so?" She questioned, looking heavenward.
Willow shook it off and stood in the bin. She hopped out of the smelly garbage and landed on the pavement once more.
"Well look on the bright side, things can't get any worse." She had to tell herself.
Just then, the red head heard a growling sound from behind her. Her eyes widened as she turned around slowly to come face to face with a very pissed looking rottwheiler.
"Uhh.... n-nice puppy. Good dog. Stay." Willow said and backed away from it slowly. It let out another dangerous growl and Willow screamed, taking off in a run.
To any other person, it would look like another peaceful evening in Sunnydale. But to anyone close by- it was quite comical to watch as a red- headed girl, dressed in a trenchcoat and sunglasses, ran down the street, a stray dog chasing her. And a few bystanders could of swore they heard the young girl shout: "I'm going to kill you Buffy!"
" Back! Back you evil demon beast!" Willow stopped in time to chuck her boot at the dog. She missed.
Willow raced down the alley at a quickening speed. She spotted a wire fence up ahead and sprinted to it as fast as she could. She reached it and jumped over, merely missing the dog's teeth. She turned around and watched the dog try and claw its way through the fence.
She let out a contented smile.
"Catwoman got nothing on this." She said as she took a step forward, making her way home. Unfortunately, she didn't see the root hanging out of the ground until she tripped and fell forward, landing into a pile of mud.
"I give up. I just.... do." She moaned as she wiped the mud away from her eyes.
~*~
Buffy entered her house and slammed the door behind her.
After her talk with Willow a few minutes ago, Buffy was not happy.
Her friend had met her in the front of the school yard as planned, and sat her down to have a talk. Willow told her about her mother leaving the gallery at 7, the dress, and the man with the car. Buffy had broke out in tears when Willow got to the part about the kiss.
In her state of crying and anger, Buffy had forgotten to ask why Willow smelt like garbage, was covered in mud, had one boot on, and had a banana peel in her hair. She made a note to mention it later.
Buffy sauntered into the living room as she saw the lights on and heard the televsion blaring.
She stood in the doorframe, crossing her arms over her chest. Her mother was on the phone in her pajama's. She must have changed before she got home, Buffy thought.
" I know..... I was planning on telling her earlier but it just wasn't the right time...." Joyce sighed into the phone, apparently unaware of her daughters presence. "I will tell her. Tonight, promise. Okay, bye honey."
The last word stung Buffy's ears.
Joyce hung up the phone and gave a startled yelp when she saw her daughter standing in the doorway.
"Buffy! Don't scare me like that." Joyce gaped with a hand to her heart. "I didn't hear you come in. Have fun at Willow's?"
It was a lie Buffy had told her to get out of the house and meet Willow.
"Tell me what?" Buffy asked, her tone was deadly still and her eyes were steel.
"Oh.... uh, that? You heard?" Joyce worried.
"Tell me what, mom?" Buffy asked, getting more angry by the second. She has just had it. All of the stuff that has been going on, the stress, the lies. Buffy wanted to know what was going on, and she wanted to know *now*.
Joyce didn't answer, simply looked down in her lap sheepishly and began fiddling with her hands.
Buffy walked into the room and stood right infront of her mother.
"What has been going on?" She questioned. Joyce opened her mouth to speak, but Buffy cut her off. "And tell me the truth."
Joyce was silent for a minute, pondering how to tell her daughter 'the news.'
She sighed and reached for the remote, turning the television off and scooting over on the couch, beckoning Buffy to sit down next to her. Buffy did.
"Buffy, there's something I've been meaning to tell you...." Joyce said as she turned slightly to see her daughter. Buffy nodded her on. "Well, I lied. I haven't really been working late at the gallery."
Buffy froze. She knew the next few words were going to be bad. She got an achey feeling in her stomach as she waited for her mother to continue.
"Buffy, I've met someone." Joyce looked straight into her eyes. "What I'm trying to say is..... I'm dating."
Buffy's whole world sank at that exact minute.
And somehow she knew that this wasn't the end. There was more..... much more.
Oh hell.
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TBC....
A/N2: And so it begins...dun dun dun. (Cue scary music).
Tune in next chapter when more of the truth is revealed! And Spike and Buffy get a crash course in reality.
Please Review!!
A/N: Hey! Wow thanks for all the wonderful reviews! Keep 'em coming! And sorry for the lateness of this chapter but I had to edit and write this thing for my friend. But I'm baaack!
Disclaimer: Don't own. Just use for my own sick and twisted enjoyment lol.
Rating: Pg 13, R later.
Summary: Buffy Summers and Spike Giles have been enemies since Junior High. But entering their senior year at high school their parents start dating. They have to join forces to split them up. Quality time can kill and rivalry is the sweetest seduction. B/S
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In the mind of Buffy, nothing bothered her more then secrets. Unless, of course, the secrets belonged to her. Then it was okay.
But now- she was wigging.
Getting up early, coming home late, mysterious books, anonymous flowers, all the work at the gallery.... it all led up one conclusion in Buffy's mind. Her mother had a secret, and she made sure she was going to find out what the hell it was.
But one thing was for sure, all this stress was driving Buffy wildly crazy and madly into the Bizarre-O world. Not to mention what it could do to her skin! Buffy cringed.
Buffy heard her front door open and close. She jumped off her bed and walked down the stairs quietly.
"Oh, Buffy, I didn't know you were home." Her mother's cheery voice said with a warm smile.
'Hmmm... excessive perkiness? Another thing to add to the list....'
" Hey flower lady!" Buffy smiled. Joyce rose a skeptical brow. Buffy shrugged and tilted her head to where the vase of flowers sat on the desk.
Buffy padded down the stairs in her bunny slippers and stood beside her mother.
"So.... who are they from?" Buffy asked, studying her mother's face.
"Oh...umm... well, there's no card." Joyce ruffeled through the assortment to prove it.
"Yeah, I know. But no suggestions?" Buffy pressed.
"Oh, uh, no. Probably just the gallery sending a little thank you gift." Joyce turned to her daughter. "For working so hard at the gallery."
"Yeah... maybe." Buffy frowned. "But ....umm.... maybe their from dad?" Buffy's eyes rose to meet her mothers sad ones.
"Oh, honey. I-I don't think so...." Joyce carefully placed a hand on her daughters shoulder. Buffy just shrugged it off.
"Yeah, uh, I know. Stupid thought." She rambled. "Listen, I was going to hit the mall with Harm, Anya, and Will....." Buffy looked at the carpet.
"Oh, uh, sure. Have fun." Her mother nodded. Buffy made her way to the stairs again when she heard her mother speak up. " Be home by eleven, okay?"
"Sure." Buffy said and raced up the stairs. ~*~
"I'm telling you Willow, something is definetely up!" Buffy said as she took a sip of her moca. This little trip had brightened her mood quite a bit.Her favorite pass times; shopping, gossiping, and drinking her moca with extra cream.
"But she said she was working late at the gallery." The red head reasoned. They had finally managed to have a normal conversation without the talk of boys, fashion, or the latest edition of Cosmo since Harmony and Anya decided to stop into Victoria's Secret.
Buffy and Willow politely declined the invitation to come with, and instead went to the cafe' shop located in the other half of the mall. Far, far away from their ears.
" Yeah, thats what she said. She can be lying." Buffy took a bite out of her roll.
" Why would she do that?"
" Because she doesn't want me to know what she's really doing!"
" You have no proof." Willow said.
"What about the flowers?! A-and the book!" Buffy gasped. "She could be having an affair!"
"Buffy, she's not married anymore."
"Well....no. Not techniqually anyway. But she was! And thats almost as bad!" Buffy's frown deepened. "Besides, my parents are going to get back together. They just need some time apart is all."
" For two years?"
"I didn't say how long." Buffy said defensively. Willow shook her head.
" Just let it go, Buff. You aren't going to catch her." She said.
A lightbulb went off in Buffy's brain.
" Wait!" Buffy slammed her cup down on the table and got an evil smile on her face.
"Oh no. I know that look! Its the 'I'm about to do something extremely stupid or bad' look!" Willow's eyes widened as Buffy scooted her chair closer to her friends.
" Wills.... am I your best friend?" Buffy batted her eyelashes innocently.
"Depends on what you're going to ask me to do...." Willow trailed off nervously.
"And as your best friend, you know I would do anything for you, right?" The blonde smiled sweetly.
"Yeah....."
"Just like you would do anything for me, right?"
Willow slammed her head down on the table.
"Oh here it comes!" She grumbled.
" Listen! I have a plan!" Buffy yanked her friend's head up. " I need you to follow my mother!"
Willow shot out of her seat. "What?! No, no, no! Why?!"
" Oh come on! Its a perfect plan!" Buffy stood as well. "You can follow her tomorrow night! Just wait outside of the gallery for her. And when she comes out, you can see what she does!" Buffy pleaded.
"You want me to spy on your mother?! No way! I am not doing that! This is crazy talk! Talk that is.... crazy!" Willow said, stomping her foot for good measure.
"No! Not crazy talk! This is....so... un-crazy talk!" Buffy said, pondering in her head if that made any sense at all. "Please Wills! Please, please, please!" Buffy inched up closer to her friend, latching on to her arm.
"No.... Buffy, I-I can't." Willow answered weakly.
Buffy pouted, eyes widdening and chin quivering.
"Ooh no! Not the puppy dog eyes! You know I can't say no to the puppy dog eyes!" Willow slumped and let out a steady sigh. "Fine, I'll do it."
"Ah! Thanks Will!" The blonde jumped into her arms.
"Uh...Buffy? Oxygen, becoming an issue." Willow gasped. Buffy disentangled herself from her friend.
"Sorry. Did I ever tell you that you're my bestest friend ever?"
"Yeah, yeah." Willow rolled her eyes. "But what am I supposed to do? Hang out in the shadows and dress like batman?"
"Nah. Catwoman maybe, but batman? Definetely not." Buffy joked. Willow narrowed her eyes at her friend. "Kidding, just kidding." Buffy put her hands up in surrender. "Ooh! Idea! You can dress up in a trenchcoat and sunglasses! Very posh and 50's like."
"Trenchcoat and sunglasses?! I think not." She crossed her arms over her chest in a sulking manner. "I'll think of something much, *much* more creative."
~*~
Willow tightened the belt on her trenchcoat tightly, pulling her thick black sunglasses over her eyes.
Okay, she really did try and figure out something creative to wear... but, hey, what would you wear if you had to spy on your best friend's mother?
She took two nervous side way glances around her. Tomorrow night came way to quickly for the fearing red head. Now, she stood in the shadows, creeping up against the brick wall. Her boots clunked loudly against the cement ground as she stalked around the corner.
Peering her head out of the back alley to the gallery she squinted her eyes to try and see Joyce.
No luck.
She grumbled and decided to stand on something to get a better view. She looked around the dank alley and saw a green garbage bin as her only option.
Mumbling something about stupid puppy dog eyes, she stalked over to the object and hoisted herself onto it.
"Aha!" She whispered to herself as she saw the target to her operation exit the building.
Yes, her and Buffy had mapped out an exact plan. They called it: 'Operation Know It All.'
Willow pulled back her sleeve and glanced at her watch to get the exact time which her mother left, instructions from Buffy.
Noticing that it was 7:00, Willow did start to wonder if Buffy had been right all along. She said Joyce hasn't gotten home until 10 or later. What was she doing with the estimated extra 3 hours?
Her jaw feel open as she witnessed the scene before her. Joyce was walking into the parking lot with a red dress on.
'The tour groups must of gotten an eye full...' She thought.
Suddenly, a red car was infront of her, a man at the wheel. Willow narrowed her eyes to try and get a better look at the man, but she was too far away.
Joyce wrapped her arms around the man in a passionate hug, followed by a slight kiss on the lips.
' Buffy won't be happy about this...'
Willow nearly choked at the sight, which caused her to loose her balance and fall right into the heap of garbage. She sucked in a deep breath.
She grimaced at the raunchy smell around her. "Why must you torture me so?" She questioned, looking heavenward.
Willow shook it off and stood in the bin. She hopped out of the smelly garbage and landed on the pavement once more.
"Well look on the bright side, things can't get any worse." She had to tell herself.
Just then, the red head heard a growling sound from behind her. Her eyes widened as she turned around slowly to come face to face with a very pissed looking rottwheiler.
"Uhh.... n-nice puppy. Good dog. Stay." Willow said and backed away from it slowly. It let out another dangerous growl and Willow screamed, taking off in a run.
To any other person, it would look like another peaceful evening in Sunnydale. But to anyone close by- it was quite comical to watch as a red- headed girl, dressed in a trenchcoat and sunglasses, ran down the street, a stray dog chasing her. And a few bystanders could of swore they heard the young girl shout: "I'm going to kill you Buffy!"
" Back! Back you evil demon beast!" Willow stopped in time to chuck her boot at the dog. She missed.
Willow raced down the alley at a quickening speed. She spotted a wire fence up ahead and sprinted to it as fast as she could. She reached it and jumped over, merely missing the dog's teeth. She turned around and watched the dog try and claw its way through the fence.
She let out a contented smile.
"Catwoman got nothing on this." She said as she took a step forward, making her way home. Unfortunately, she didn't see the root hanging out of the ground until she tripped and fell forward, landing into a pile of mud.
"I give up. I just.... do." She moaned as she wiped the mud away from her eyes.
~*~
Buffy entered her house and slammed the door behind her.
After her talk with Willow a few minutes ago, Buffy was not happy.
Her friend had met her in the front of the school yard as planned, and sat her down to have a talk. Willow told her about her mother leaving the gallery at 7, the dress, and the man with the car. Buffy had broke out in tears when Willow got to the part about the kiss.
In her state of crying and anger, Buffy had forgotten to ask why Willow smelt like garbage, was covered in mud, had one boot on, and had a banana peel in her hair. She made a note to mention it later.
Buffy sauntered into the living room as she saw the lights on and heard the televsion blaring.
She stood in the doorframe, crossing her arms over her chest. Her mother was on the phone in her pajama's. She must have changed before she got home, Buffy thought.
" I know..... I was planning on telling her earlier but it just wasn't the right time...." Joyce sighed into the phone, apparently unaware of her daughters presence. "I will tell her. Tonight, promise. Okay, bye honey."
The last word stung Buffy's ears.
Joyce hung up the phone and gave a startled yelp when she saw her daughter standing in the doorway.
"Buffy! Don't scare me like that." Joyce gaped with a hand to her heart. "I didn't hear you come in. Have fun at Willow's?"
It was a lie Buffy had told her to get out of the house and meet Willow.
"Tell me what?" Buffy asked, her tone was deadly still and her eyes were steel.
"Oh.... uh, that? You heard?" Joyce worried.
"Tell me what, mom?" Buffy asked, getting more angry by the second. She has just had it. All of the stuff that has been going on, the stress, the lies. Buffy wanted to know what was going on, and she wanted to know *now*.
Joyce didn't answer, simply looked down in her lap sheepishly and began fiddling with her hands.
Buffy walked into the room and stood right infront of her mother.
"What has been going on?" She questioned. Joyce opened her mouth to speak, but Buffy cut her off. "And tell me the truth."
Joyce was silent for a minute, pondering how to tell her daughter 'the news.'
She sighed and reached for the remote, turning the television off and scooting over on the couch, beckoning Buffy to sit down next to her. Buffy did.
"Buffy, there's something I've been meaning to tell you...." Joyce said as she turned slightly to see her daughter. Buffy nodded her on. "Well, I lied. I haven't really been working late at the gallery."
Buffy froze. She knew the next few words were going to be bad. She got an achey feeling in her stomach as she waited for her mother to continue.
"Buffy, I've met someone." Joyce looked straight into her eyes. "What I'm trying to say is..... I'm dating."
Buffy's whole world sank at that exact minute.
And somehow she knew that this wasn't the end. There was more..... much more.
Oh hell.
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TBC....
A/N2: And so it begins...dun dun dun. (Cue scary music).
Tune in next chapter when more of the truth is revealed! And Spike and Buffy get a crash course in reality.
Please Review!!