Reality Bites
A/N: Ah, sorry for the long wait on this chapter. Thanks for all the reviews! *smiles* Keep them coming!
Disclaimer: Now, ma'am, if you would please take a seat. We need to ask you a few questions. Where were you the evening of November 6, 2003? *glances around nervously* I...er, I was... at home. Interesting. Seems a Mr. Whedon says that you broke into his house, and were trying to steal his posessions like a mad-woman. *Stands up* I was not stealing anything! Spike's mine I tell you, mine! Mwhaha. Call her in, Johnny. Looks like we got another loony on our hands. *shakes head* Third time this week.
Rating: Pg13 for now, R later.
Summary: Buffy Summers and Spike Giles have been enemies since Junior High. But, entering their senior year in 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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Some say it was hiding, others might think of it as a form of coping. But over the next few weeks, Buffy just made it a habit to be elsewhere when Rupert picked her mother up for a date.
When Joyce finally told Hank about her new relationship, Buffy was in a state of shock to hear her dad congratulating her mother. Buffy pinched herself repeatedly that night to make sure she wasn't stuck in some crazy nightmare.
But it was all real. Very real, much to Buffy's dismay. Making her come to the conclusion- reality bites.
She would admit, however, she was kind of curious as to meet this 'Rupert' and his son 'William'. Especially after her conversation with Anya and Cordelia the night before.
"Oh come on, what if he's a major hottie?" Cordy had asked.
"Yes, major possibilities there." Anya smiled and nudged Buffy.
"Who? William?" She snorted. "I think not. He's probably one of those geeky, bookworm types."
"Maybe you could show him a few things." Cordelia laughed.
"Cause there's just some things you need to experience," Anya leaned in and whispered, "hands on."
"Eww! Guys! He's my mother's, boyfriend's son! We're practically related!" She cringed.
So that had sparked her interest. And they might have been right. Maybe this William was okay, and she was just imagining the worst. But somewhere in the back of her mind was the fear that she wasn't over- reacting.
Now, as Joyce and her sat in the car, Buffy was getting increasingly more panicked. She knew it would happen eventually. Just not this soon. All she wanted to do was crawl back under her covers, snuggle with Mr. Gordo, and keep telling herself everything would be okay. But now- it was time.
Time to meet her mother's boyfriend, and as a 'double treat', as her mom had called it, she would also be meeting his son tonight as well.
They were all going to some fancy restaurant on the upperside of town. Seems Rupert had recommanded it as a great place to get to know the other half.
Buffy sighed and smacked her head against the window. All of this thinking and stress were taking a toll on her. She watched as water droplets slowly traced down the side of her glass and then blow off into the wind. She couldn't help but think this might have been an omen.
The Powers That Be were trying to warn her something bad was coming by letting it rain. After all, it hardly rained in Sunnydale. And when it did....
She shook her head and cleared her thoughts as the car suddenly came to a halt. Buffy glanced at her mother un-buckling her seatbelt.
"Well, this is it." Joyce sighed and turned to her daughter. "Now, I want you to be on your best behavior tonight, Buffy." She reminded.
"Yeah, yeah. Cross my heart." Buffy confirmed the action by drawing an x over her chest.
Joyce smiled and got out of the car. Buffy soon followed.
As they reached the entrance to the diner, Joyce froze with her hand on the door handle.
"Ready?"
"As I'll ever be." Buffy smiled shakily as her mother went in. Buffy tilted her head upward as water hit her nose. "Lord, help me." She gave a final prayer as she took in a breath and entered.
~*~
Spike smacked his head on the window, letting his gaze follow a path that the rain was heading. A soft smile graced his lips at the thought of the showers in England. His mum had loved the rain, but it seemed to never do so much here.
He quickly frowned as he remembered where his dear ol' da was taking him. To meet the precious Joyce, his new girlfriend. Oh, and lets not forget her lovely daughter Elizabeth. He could just picture a full size barbie doll in a sunflower dress.
It seemed Spike was in a state of shock, anger, and denial a few weeks back when the news had finally come out. And now...... well it was still a state of shock, anger, and denial.
Spike looked down at his lap and grimaced. His father had actually forbade him to wear his traditional black form, and instead, a light blue sweater and jeans.
He groaned. This could be hell. It had to be hell. Why else would the world punish him like this?
The bleached blonde was shook out of his thoughts when the car stopped, and his da' cut the engine.
"Now, William-"
"Spike." The teen quickly interrupted.
"Right. Spike." His father groaned. Of all the absurd names in the world, he swore his son got the first pick of the bunch. "Do I need to remind you to be-"
"On my best behavior." Spike repeated. "Bloody hell, I got it the first fifty times you said it.. 'M not tha' daft, da'." He grumbled.
"Right. Just nervous, I s'pose. Well, better get in there."
They exited the car together and walked to the entrance. Rupert turned back to his son.
"Ready?"
Spike gave a weary nod. Once his father was securely out of sight, he took a deep breath.
Now, he was never one much for praying but.... if there ever was a time when he needed strength, it was now.
He gulped and walked in.
~*~
"People are staring!" Buffy took her seat and pulled on her shirt.
She looked down and cringed. Her mother made her wear a dull white shirt,with a blue sweater on her shoulders, topped off with a light blue ruffle skirt. It looked like Buffy was dressed up for a fricken tennis game. Hideous was not even the word.
"No they are not. You look beautiful." Joyce sat down opposite on Buffy. "Now stop fidgeting." She scolded.
Buffy rolled her eyes and stole a glance at the entrance door. It would be so easy to just get up and make a run for it-
Her thoughts came to an immediate stop as she saw a very familiar blonde walk in. Granted, not as leather bound as usual..... infact, he actually looked decent. Normal. Buffy mentally kicked herself for not bringing a camera along. The girls would have a field day if they saw the Big Bad like this.
Buffy quickly snatched a menu from her mother's hand and buried her face in it. She *so* didn't want to be in the same restaurant as loser boy. What if he saw her? Definite black mail and social problems there. Hell, she had a reputation to protect.
No possible way could he see her! They might start a war infront of everyone. Buffy tried to breathe calmly, she just needed to pass this night...
" Hello, I am Mr. Franco, I will be your waitor tonight. May I take your orders, ladies?" The waitor asked as he addressed the two women at the table.
"Oh, uh, I can't decide...." Buffy mumbled as she pretended to read the menu.
The waitor groaned and rolled his eyes as he stared down at the flushed blonde. He reached down and turned her menu right side up.
'Americans....' He thought dryly.
"That might help, madame'." He spoke in a thick accent.
"Oh, umm....thanks." Buffy ducked her head more in her hands.
'Could anything else go wrong?' She thought.
" Actually, we're waiting for two more people. "Joyce looked back. "Oh! There they are! Rupert! Over here!" She flagged the man down.
'Thought too soon....' Buffy added.
Joyce got out of her seat and hugged her boyfriend warmly, accepting the red rose he handed her.
"Hello." She smiled as she noticed the person behind them. "And you must be William. I'm Joyce, it's wonderful to finally meet you." Joyce gave the shy teen a handshake as she turned her head around.
She cleared her throat. *Ahem*. Buffy still hid her face in the menu.
"And this is my daughter, Elizabeth." Joyce said as she grabbed the menu out of her daughter's hands and exposed her face to the two gentlemen.
Buffy's eyes widened comically.
Spike choked and jumped back.
"Excuse me, you must have the wrong table...." Buffy trailed off, looking for a logical explanation. This couldn't be them! The thought quickly vanished from her mind as she stared down at the flower in hre mother's hand.
Her gaze quickly went to the older man, then Spike's, then back at the flower.
And, suddenly, a moment of pure clarity. Understanding came to Buffy like a slap in the face.
Rupert Giles, R.G. The initials in the book were his. Giles- William Giles! Spike's real name. She knew she heard that name before! And the bouquet of flowers, they were from him. Her mother had told her he worked in the museum, and she quickly remembered William saying that the first day he got transferred here.
Spike, seemingly lost for a few moments, must have picked up on the situation too, because they had the exact same look on their faces.
-"No way in- "-
-"Fuck n-"-
They screamed at the same time.
Buffy jumped up from her seat.
"Mom! Th-this isn't.... this can't be.....no!" The blonde fumed.
Spike came up behind his father.
"Da! No!" The peroxide shouted.
"Madame', sir.... please control your tempers-" Mr. Franco tried eagerly to calm the two down.
"Buffy? What's going on?" Joyce asked her daughter.
"Mom! You have got to be kidding me! Please let this be a joke!" Buffy pointed a finger at Spike. " Please tell me you are not dating freak boy's father!"
"Ey! Watch it bint!" Spike turned to his father sharply. "Please tell me you are not shagging this bird!"
"Please! If you could all just keep your voices down...." Franco tried again.
" Buffy!"
"Willaim!"
"This isn't happening, this isn't happening!" Buffy gripped her napkin in her hand. "Mom, this is Spike!" Buffy spat the last word like a bad taste in her mouth.
How could she possibley summarize four years of hate, torture, and humiliation both teens had for one another right now?
A look of understanding formed on Joyce's face, her mouth coming into a perfect 'O' shape.She patted Rupert on the shoulder.
"Joyce? What is going on?" He asked her.
Joyce sighed. "We'll talk later."
"I can not believe!.....Out of all the people...Ugh!" Buffy stomped on the ground with her heel.
"Da, you can't be serious!" Spike shook his head.
"Please! People! Just stay calm." Mr. Franco clapped his hands together. "You are causing a disturbance for all of the other customers-"
"Sod the bloody costumers." Spike grumbled.
"Now, let's just sit down and have dinner. We can discuss this rashonally." Joyce opted.
Buffy glared at Spike as she took her seat. Joyce and Giles nodded and sat down steadily.
'There was no way they are going to continue dating now...' Buffy had to think.
"Now, I realize that you two know each other...." Joyce said, starting up the conversation.
"Somethin' like that, yeah." Spike quipped looking at Buffy.
"Right." She took a breath. "Obviously, this comes as a surprise to all of us." She recieved a hand squeeze from Rupert. "I know you have had a rocky past between the two of you, but maybe, its time to put that behind us. A fresh start?" She questioned.
Buffy had to be hearing wrong. A fresh start?! They hated each other with a fiery passion. Despised each other from the playground to the man eating halls that was now high school. Her mother couldn't still be thinking of seeing this man....
Buffy got out of her seat. She didn't, couldn't say anything as she ran through the doors of the restaurant and into the pouring rain and darkness.
"I should go and see if she's alright-" Joyce was interrupted as Spike got out of his seat and walked away.
"William!" Rupert called after his son.
In mere response, Spike gave him the finger before disappearing into the night.
Both adults sighed.
"Well, that went well."
~*~
Spike had to be out of his mind. But, nonetheless, he ran and tried to find her through the rain. Her mother's car had still been in the parking lot, so he thought she couldn't of gone far. Boy, was he wrong.
Now, he jogged up the walk way on Revello Drive and stopped on her front porch. He raised his fist, and was going to knock, when he stopped mid-air, noticing the door was open a crack. Hoping it was just Buffy, he pushed open the door and looked into the dim lit hallway.
"Buffy?" He whispered, glancing in the living room. No one.
He sighed and heard something being thrown upstairs. Quickly, he sauntered to the stairs and walked up them. Reaching the room with a light on, and where the noises were coming from, he pushed the door open and saw-
"AHH!!" Buffy screamed, quickly bringing her hands up to cover her lace bra. "Get out!" She screamed, mortified.
Spike seemed to snap out of it and shut the door instantly. It took a minute for his breathing to calm a bit, then leaving room for embarrassment.
'Bloody hell! Oh God, oh God....' His mind raced. He just walked in on Buffy changing.
He didn't see much, but got a quick glimpse of her chest.
'Could it get any worse?!'
Buffy pushed open her door and crossed her arms over her chest. She quickly threw on an over sized cotton t-shirt and shorts, her hair still slightly damp from the storm outside.
"You have two seconds to explain what you're doing here before I kick your ass! Go!" Buffy demanded, her green eyes narrowing into slits.
"Huh? Oh right. Uh..." Spike bid his mind to work. "We need to talk." He mentally sighed.
"Which we are doing. Great observation Captain Obvious." Buffy smirked. "Thanks for stopping by, you'll see yourself out."
She shut the door in his face.
Spike groaned, and flung the bedroom door open again. He stalked in her room to where she was sitting on her bed.
"What part of get out don't you understand?!"
"The part where I get out." Spike pulled the pillow off her face. "I said, we need to talk."
Buffy growled.
"I don't want to talk to you! I just want to go to bed and forget this night ever happened!" She snapped back, grabbing her pillow away from him.
" Too bloody bad. We're talking." Yet, again, he snatched the pillow.
Buffy sighed annoyingly, and sat up.
"Fine. Make it quick."
"First- how did you get home? I tried-"
"Caught the bus at the last minute. How did you get here?" She scowled, and added, "Not that I want or invited you...."
"Took Rupe's car. Thought he could catch a ride with Joyce." He smirked.
"And lucky for me, you came here."
" Look, I don't like this any more then you bloody do!" Spike snapped.
"I highly doubt that." She rolled her eyes.
"Trust me, I don't want to spend more time with you then I already have to. But it seems the world's playing a cosmic joke on me by having our path's cross again. Yet, another reason to my theory 'The world's out to screw me'."
"Fascinating as this conversation is.... are you going to be making a point anytime soon?" Buffy asked sarcastically.
"I think...." Spike started and sighed. "I think we may be.... able to help each other." Spike's eyes landed on hers.
" How?" Buffy asked.
"Our parents clearly don't belong together, and as we can't stand to be in a two foot range of each other.... I think we can pull it off."
"What are you talking about?" She asked, her brows rising.
" I have a plan."
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TBC......
A/N2: Again, sorry for the wait of this chapter! I have some time off now, so I should be updating more regularly. Next chapter should be up soon!
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A/N: Ah, sorry for the long wait on this chapter. Thanks for all the reviews! *smiles* Keep them coming!
Disclaimer: Now, ma'am, if you would please take a seat. We need to ask you a few questions. Where were you the evening of November 6, 2003? *glances around nervously* I...er, I was... at home. Interesting. Seems a Mr. Whedon says that you broke into his house, and were trying to steal his posessions like a mad-woman. *Stands up* I was not stealing anything! Spike's mine I tell you, mine! Mwhaha. Call her in, Johnny. Looks like we got another loony on our hands. *shakes head* Third time this week.
Rating: Pg13 for now, R later.
Summary: Buffy Summers and Spike Giles have been enemies since Junior High. But, entering their senior year in 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
__________________
Some say it was hiding, others might think of it as a form of coping. But over the next few weeks, Buffy just made it a habit to be elsewhere when Rupert picked her mother up for a date.
When Joyce finally told Hank about her new relationship, Buffy was in a state of shock to hear her dad congratulating her mother. Buffy pinched herself repeatedly that night to make sure she wasn't stuck in some crazy nightmare.
But it was all real. Very real, much to Buffy's dismay. Making her come to the conclusion- reality bites.
She would admit, however, she was kind of curious as to meet this 'Rupert' and his son 'William'. Especially after her conversation with Anya and Cordelia the night before.
"Oh come on, what if he's a major hottie?" Cordy had asked.
"Yes, major possibilities there." Anya smiled and nudged Buffy.
"Who? William?" She snorted. "I think not. He's probably one of those geeky, bookworm types."
"Maybe you could show him a few things." Cordelia laughed.
"Cause there's just some things you need to experience," Anya leaned in and whispered, "hands on."
"Eww! Guys! He's my mother's, boyfriend's son! We're practically related!" She cringed.
So that had sparked her interest. And they might have been right. Maybe this William was okay, and she was just imagining the worst. But somewhere in the back of her mind was the fear that she wasn't over- reacting.
Now, as Joyce and her sat in the car, Buffy was getting increasingly more panicked. She knew it would happen eventually. Just not this soon. All she wanted to do was crawl back under her covers, snuggle with Mr. Gordo, and keep telling herself everything would be okay. But now- it was time.
Time to meet her mother's boyfriend, and as a 'double treat', as her mom had called it, she would also be meeting his son tonight as well.
They were all going to some fancy restaurant on the upperside of town. Seems Rupert had recommanded it as a great place to get to know the other half.
Buffy sighed and smacked her head against the window. All of this thinking and stress were taking a toll on her. She watched as water droplets slowly traced down the side of her glass and then blow off into the wind. She couldn't help but think this might have been an omen.
The Powers That Be were trying to warn her something bad was coming by letting it rain. After all, it hardly rained in Sunnydale. And when it did....
She shook her head and cleared her thoughts as the car suddenly came to a halt. Buffy glanced at her mother un-buckling her seatbelt.
"Well, this is it." Joyce sighed and turned to her daughter. "Now, I want you to be on your best behavior tonight, Buffy." She reminded.
"Yeah, yeah. Cross my heart." Buffy confirmed the action by drawing an x over her chest.
Joyce smiled and got out of the car. Buffy soon followed.
As they reached the entrance to the diner, Joyce froze with her hand on the door handle.
"Ready?"
"As I'll ever be." Buffy smiled shakily as her mother went in. Buffy tilted her head upward as water hit her nose. "Lord, help me." She gave a final prayer as she took in a breath and entered.
~*~
Spike smacked his head on the window, letting his gaze follow a path that the rain was heading. A soft smile graced his lips at the thought of the showers in England. His mum had loved the rain, but it seemed to never do so much here.
He quickly frowned as he remembered where his dear ol' da was taking him. To meet the precious Joyce, his new girlfriend. Oh, and lets not forget her lovely daughter Elizabeth. He could just picture a full size barbie doll in a sunflower dress.
It seemed Spike was in a state of shock, anger, and denial a few weeks back when the news had finally come out. And now...... well it was still a state of shock, anger, and denial.
Spike looked down at his lap and grimaced. His father had actually forbade him to wear his traditional black form, and instead, a light blue sweater and jeans.
He groaned. This could be hell. It had to be hell. Why else would the world punish him like this?
The bleached blonde was shook out of his thoughts when the car stopped, and his da' cut the engine.
"Now, William-"
"Spike." The teen quickly interrupted.
"Right. Spike." His father groaned. Of all the absurd names in the world, he swore his son got the first pick of the bunch. "Do I need to remind you to be-"
"On my best behavior." Spike repeated. "Bloody hell, I got it the first fifty times you said it.. 'M not tha' daft, da'." He grumbled.
"Right. Just nervous, I s'pose. Well, better get in there."
They exited the car together and walked to the entrance. Rupert turned back to his son.
"Ready?"
Spike gave a weary nod. Once his father was securely out of sight, he took a deep breath.
Now, he was never one much for praying but.... if there ever was a time when he needed strength, it was now.
He gulped and walked in.
~*~
"People are staring!" Buffy took her seat and pulled on her shirt.
She looked down and cringed. Her mother made her wear a dull white shirt,with a blue sweater on her shoulders, topped off with a light blue ruffle skirt. It looked like Buffy was dressed up for a fricken tennis game. Hideous was not even the word.
"No they are not. You look beautiful." Joyce sat down opposite on Buffy. "Now stop fidgeting." She scolded.
Buffy rolled her eyes and stole a glance at the entrance door. It would be so easy to just get up and make a run for it-
Her thoughts came to an immediate stop as she saw a very familiar blonde walk in. Granted, not as leather bound as usual..... infact, he actually looked decent. Normal. Buffy mentally kicked herself for not bringing a camera along. The girls would have a field day if they saw the Big Bad like this.
Buffy quickly snatched a menu from her mother's hand and buried her face in it. She *so* didn't want to be in the same restaurant as loser boy. What if he saw her? Definite black mail and social problems there. Hell, she had a reputation to protect.
No possible way could he see her! They might start a war infront of everyone. Buffy tried to breathe calmly, she just needed to pass this night...
" Hello, I am Mr. Franco, I will be your waitor tonight. May I take your orders, ladies?" The waitor asked as he addressed the two women at the table.
"Oh, uh, I can't decide...." Buffy mumbled as she pretended to read the menu.
The waitor groaned and rolled his eyes as he stared down at the flushed blonde. He reached down and turned her menu right side up.
'Americans....' He thought dryly.
"That might help, madame'." He spoke in a thick accent.
"Oh, umm....thanks." Buffy ducked her head more in her hands.
'Could anything else go wrong?' She thought.
" Actually, we're waiting for two more people. "Joyce looked back. "Oh! There they are! Rupert! Over here!" She flagged the man down.
'Thought too soon....' Buffy added.
Joyce got out of her seat and hugged her boyfriend warmly, accepting the red rose he handed her.
"Hello." She smiled as she noticed the person behind them. "And you must be William. I'm Joyce, it's wonderful to finally meet you." Joyce gave the shy teen a handshake as she turned her head around.
She cleared her throat. *Ahem*. Buffy still hid her face in the menu.
"And this is my daughter, Elizabeth." Joyce said as she grabbed the menu out of her daughter's hands and exposed her face to the two gentlemen.
Buffy's eyes widened comically.
Spike choked and jumped back.
"Excuse me, you must have the wrong table...." Buffy trailed off, looking for a logical explanation. This couldn't be them! The thought quickly vanished from her mind as she stared down at the flower in hre mother's hand.
Her gaze quickly went to the older man, then Spike's, then back at the flower.
And, suddenly, a moment of pure clarity. Understanding came to Buffy like a slap in the face.
Rupert Giles, R.G. The initials in the book were his. Giles- William Giles! Spike's real name. She knew she heard that name before! And the bouquet of flowers, they were from him. Her mother had told her he worked in the museum, and she quickly remembered William saying that the first day he got transferred here.
Spike, seemingly lost for a few moments, must have picked up on the situation too, because they had the exact same look on their faces.
-"No way in- "-
-"Fuck n-"-
They screamed at the same time.
Buffy jumped up from her seat.
"Mom! Th-this isn't.... this can't be.....no!" The blonde fumed.
Spike came up behind his father.
"Da! No!" The peroxide shouted.
"Madame', sir.... please control your tempers-" Mr. Franco tried eagerly to calm the two down.
"Buffy? What's going on?" Joyce asked her daughter.
"Mom! You have got to be kidding me! Please let this be a joke!" Buffy pointed a finger at Spike. " Please tell me you are not dating freak boy's father!"
"Ey! Watch it bint!" Spike turned to his father sharply. "Please tell me you are not shagging this bird!"
"Please! If you could all just keep your voices down...." Franco tried again.
" Buffy!"
"Willaim!"
"This isn't happening, this isn't happening!" Buffy gripped her napkin in her hand. "Mom, this is Spike!" Buffy spat the last word like a bad taste in her mouth.
How could she possibley summarize four years of hate, torture, and humiliation both teens had for one another right now?
A look of understanding formed on Joyce's face, her mouth coming into a perfect 'O' shape.She patted Rupert on the shoulder.
"Joyce? What is going on?" He asked her.
Joyce sighed. "We'll talk later."
"I can not believe!.....Out of all the people...Ugh!" Buffy stomped on the ground with her heel.
"Da, you can't be serious!" Spike shook his head.
"Please! People! Just stay calm." Mr. Franco clapped his hands together. "You are causing a disturbance for all of the other customers-"
"Sod the bloody costumers." Spike grumbled.
"Now, let's just sit down and have dinner. We can discuss this rashonally." Joyce opted.
Buffy glared at Spike as she took her seat. Joyce and Giles nodded and sat down steadily.
'There was no way they are going to continue dating now...' Buffy had to think.
"Now, I realize that you two know each other...." Joyce said, starting up the conversation.
"Somethin' like that, yeah." Spike quipped looking at Buffy.
"Right." She took a breath. "Obviously, this comes as a surprise to all of us." She recieved a hand squeeze from Rupert. "I know you have had a rocky past between the two of you, but maybe, its time to put that behind us. A fresh start?" She questioned.
Buffy had to be hearing wrong. A fresh start?! They hated each other with a fiery passion. Despised each other from the playground to the man eating halls that was now high school. Her mother couldn't still be thinking of seeing this man....
Buffy got out of her seat. She didn't, couldn't say anything as she ran through the doors of the restaurant and into the pouring rain and darkness.
"I should go and see if she's alright-" Joyce was interrupted as Spike got out of his seat and walked away.
"William!" Rupert called after his son.
In mere response, Spike gave him the finger before disappearing into the night.
Both adults sighed.
"Well, that went well."
~*~
Spike had to be out of his mind. But, nonetheless, he ran and tried to find her through the rain. Her mother's car had still been in the parking lot, so he thought she couldn't of gone far. Boy, was he wrong.
Now, he jogged up the walk way on Revello Drive and stopped on her front porch. He raised his fist, and was going to knock, when he stopped mid-air, noticing the door was open a crack. Hoping it was just Buffy, he pushed open the door and looked into the dim lit hallway.
"Buffy?" He whispered, glancing in the living room. No one.
He sighed and heard something being thrown upstairs. Quickly, he sauntered to the stairs and walked up them. Reaching the room with a light on, and where the noises were coming from, he pushed the door open and saw-
"AHH!!" Buffy screamed, quickly bringing her hands up to cover her lace bra. "Get out!" She screamed, mortified.
Spike seemed to snap out of it and shut the door instantly. It took a minute for his breathing to calm a bit, then leaving room for embarrassment.
'Bloody hell! Oh God, oh God....' His mind raced. He just walked in on Buffy changing.
He didn't see much, but got a quick glimpse of her chest.
'Could it get any worse?!'
Buffy pushed open her door and crossed her arms over her chest. She quickly threw on an over sized cotton t-shirt and shorts, her hair still slightly damp from the storm outside.
"You have two seconds to explain what you're doing here before I kick your ass! Go!" Buffy demanded, her green eyes narrowing into slits.
"Huh? Oh right. Uh..." Spike bid his mind to work. "We need to talk." He mentally sighed.
"Which we are doing. Great observation Captain Obvious." Buffy smirked. "Thanks for stopping by, you'll see yourself out."
She shut the door in his face.
Spike groaned, and flung the bedroom door open again. He stalked in her room to where she was sitting on her bed.
"What part of get out don't you understand?!"
"The part where I get out." Spike pulled the pillow off her face. "I said, we need to talk."
Buffy growled.
"I don't want to talk to you! I just want to go to bed and forget this night ever happened!" She snapped back, grabbing her pillow away from him.
" Too bloody bad. We're talking." Yet, again, he snatched the pillow.
Buffy sighed annoyingly, and sat up.
"Fine. Make it quick."
"First- how did you get home? I tried-"
"Caught the bus at the last minute. How did you get here?" She scowled, and added, "Not that I want or invited you...."
"Took Rupe's car. Thought he could catch a ride with Joyce." He smirked.
"And lucky for me, you came here."
" Look, I don't like this any more then you bloody do!" Spike snapped.
"I highly doubt that." She rolled her eyes.
"Trust me, I don't want to spend more time with you then I already have to. But it seems the world's playing a cosmic joke on me by having our path's cross again. Yet, another reason to my theory 'The world's out to screw me'."
"Fascinating as this conversation is.... are you going to be making a point anytime soon?" Buffy asked sarcastically.
"I think...." Spike started and sighed. "I think we may be.... able to help each other." Spike's eyes landed on hers.
" How?" Buffy asked.
"Our parents clearly don't belong together, and as we can't stand to be in a two foot range of each other.... I think we can pull it off."
"What are you talking about?" She asked, her brows rising.
" I have a plan."
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TBC......
A/N2: Again, sorry for the wait of this chapter! I have some time off now, so I should be updating more regularly. Next chapter should be up soon!
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