A/N: HELLOOO, PPLZ!!!! ^________^ POLL RESULTS: JULIA IS A DEFINITE WHORE IN BOTH THE TV SHOW & MY FIC, ACCORDING 2 MY REVIEWERS~cough AND me~, SO YAY!!! NICE VOTING, GUYZ!!! N-e-wayz, this chappie iz kinda like ch 5....but better, in my opinion, lol. I mean it's like it by the means of SxF grasping a better understanding of 1 another, which iz needed in order 4 their relationship 2 work later on~rowr~. ^^ Heehee...sorry. N-e-who, maybe u'll all finally NOT, I repeat NOT want 2 kick poor Spikey's ass!!! lmao, haha...almost EVERY SINGLE reviewer I've had has been like~gasp!~Spike iz SUCH an asshole! I wanted 2 beat his ass in2 next week!!! lmao. Welp, o! I almost 4got! I do NOT own CB, so NEVER make me say this again, lol. I'd probably hafta eat the damned bell peppers & beef, I'm so friggin' poor!!! o.o lol. Welp, I hope that u enjoy this chappie, so R&R & of course....ENJOY!!!!! ^,~
"Oh....goodmorning, sir. Is Spike home?"
Mr. Spiegel raised an eyebrow as he leaned against the door frame to his apartment, demanding, "Now why on earth does a beautiful young woman such as yourself wanna visit my worthless lummox of a son on a nice Saturday morning such as this?"
Faye frowned, immediately taking a strong disliking towards this man. "I'd like to check up on him, if it's ok with you, sir. As soon as I ask him a few questions I'll leave.....I promise."
Mr. Spiegel shook his head, replying, "I would letcha, but Spike's visiting his mother a little ways up the highway. If ya count about 10 houses on the right side of the road, you'll find it no problem."
"Oh, but I don't want to intrude upon-"
"It wouldn't bother them none," Mr. Spiegel assured her, giving an indifferent shrug of his shoulders. "If my indecent loser of a son back-talks you for visitin', you have my permission to smack the little ass wipe shitless."
Faye winced due to Spike's father's harshness towards his son, acknowledging feebly, "Oh...well thank you, sir. I really appreciate you letting me see him....it'll really put my troubled mind at ease."
Receiving only a disinterested grunt in response, Faye turned away from the ill-mannered man and began to head on down the concrete steps of the apartment complex in a state of disarray.
"Why does Mr. Spiegel seem hate his son as if he's some type of dreaded disease?," she wondered, approaching the Wong's new car that they had surprisingly agreed to lend her for the day. "No wonder Spike hates sympathy so much! He never gets it, so therefore he truly believes that he doesn't deserve any!!!"
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"....I'm sorry, mom....I really tried this time, I swear! I'm getting a D again in math, but I promise that I'll try harder! Maybe if I can get a tutor-"
"Spike?"
The young man froze in an instant, clutching the bouquet of roses in his hand like a taut vice as whomever had addressed him took another tentative step forward.
"It's me......Faye. I was just-"
"Go away," Spike cut in miserably, his shoulders trembling along with his body in quaking motions as he shook his head back and forth in despair. "How DARE you interrupt the only time that I have to visit with my mother?! GO AWAY!!!"
Cringing due to his sudden outburst, Faye bowed her head and nodded, glancing over towards the small, humble grave in front of him before murmuring softly, "I'm sorry about your loss, Spike........I know how much it hurts."
He grunted in response, absolutely refusing to turn around and acknowledge her unnerving presence. Casting his gaze up towards the heavens, he demanded gruffly, "Well I suppose that you only came here to see if your ass is outta hot water yet, huh?"
"What?! No!," Faye argued, absolutely outraged by the sudden accusation. "I-I came here to check up on you, Spike! I'm WORRIED about you, OKAY?! Ever since last night.......I...I felt as if your problems were my own....and that we needed to handle them together. I guess what I'm trying to say is....I'm here for you, Spike......you're my friend."
Spike's shoulders suddenly lost their tension as his head dropped forward so that his chin was resting snugly against his broad chest, a heavy sigh escaping his lips as he apologized ruefully, "I'm sorry for snapping at you.....it-it's just that I kinda wanna be alone right now, ya know? And since y-you killed the woman that I loved...well...you would think that I'd be out of my mind with rage, but surprisingly........I'm not."
Faye blinked. "What? I don't underst-"
"Let me finish," Spike urged, finally turning around so that he was facing her. "Randall called me earlier today to let me know that he wouldn't report the murder since Julia not only was already claimed to be missing, but also because of the fact that he would be arrested as well as you since he was the one that kidnapped her in the first place. You're safe, Faye........no more worries."
Faye gazed upon his handsome face in hopes of interpreting what he was currently feeling, but the look that it bestowed was completely unreadable.
His warm, mismatched eyes burned into hers like fiery embers as the wind lightly played with his moss-green locks, Faye's heart beating wildly within her bosom as she realized that for the very first time in her entire life, she was actually at a complete and utter loss for words.
Gently dropping the bouquet of roses upon his mother's grave, Spike asked with indifference, "Did my father willingly let you visit me?"
"W-what do you mean?," Faye demanded, raising an eyebrow. "I don't understand what you're asking me."
Sighing, Spike averted his gaze down to his dirty sneakers, inquiring softly, "Did he call me names and tell you that visiting me was a waste of your life? He....he tends to do that."
Faye swallowed. "N-no.......he did not."
"Liar," Spike grumbled, shaking his head in disgust as he reached into his pocket for a desperately needed cigarette. "Stop trying to protect me from the truth.......I can handle it."
"I don't want to hurt you," Faye admitted in a voice barely above a whisper, a deep blush spreading rapidly across her cheeks like a wild fire the moment that he sent her a look full of piqued curiosity. "I-I'm sorry, Spike, but I can honestly say that I hate your father! He has absolutely NO right to treat you so poorly!!!"
Spike chuckled. "Well join the club....I hate him, too."
"That's not how a father-son relationship should be!," Faye insisted, her shimmering jade eyes filling up with a deep concern that he could not quite understand. "You should really try talking to him."
"Thanks for the tip, Dr. Laura, but we're just fine," Spike teased, taking in a contented draw from his cigarette before breathing a silvery cloud back out through his slightly parted lips, a large shroud of grayness immediately forming about his head like a translucent wreath.
"I'm serious," Faye replied firmly, her eyes narrowing. "As I said before, I'm here for you, Spike.....you're not alone in this seemingly never-ending battle called life. I'm always willing to lend an ear."
That did it. Spike immediately turned away from her and stubbornly faced the horizon, his shoulders heaving as he bowed his head and trembled, his breathing coming in and out in uneven gasps as Faye worriedly rushed over to his side.
"Are you alright?!," she shrieked, fretfully seizing him by the arm and spinning him around so that he was facing her once more.
Looking at her briefly, Spike quivered, returning weakly, "Y-you act as if you care, but that can't be true cuz NO ONE cares about me! Please......don't lead me on, Faye! I CAN'T TAKE IT!!!"
She gasped, absolutely outraged. "Spike, I am not leading you on! I meant every word that I said! Why on earth would I lie to you?!!"
"I dunno....maybe for the exact same reasons that Julia and my father had," he replied dryly, his russet-colored irises reflecting a dull, pained sheen as he carelessly flicked his cigarette down onto the ground and stomped on it. "They both pretended to love me unconditionally, and then, when I least expected it, they dumped me flat on my face. How can you expect me to trust YOU when I can't even trust THEM?!!"
"Oh, Spike," Faye murmured, gently pulling him into her arms, where he went surprisingly willingly. "Live in the present....not in the past. Forget about all of those horrible things."
"I can't," he admitted weakly, burying his face into the crook of her neck like a frightened child. "I can't."
A rosy blush traveled swiftly across Faye's cheeks as she felt Spike's warm, raspy breath caress her flesh and his strong arms press her tightly against his being, their sudden closeness leaving her stunned with a dazed, uncomfortable paralysis.
After briefly contemplating what to do about her sudden predicament, Faye finally announced, "Uh.....I, uh.....I've got to go........E-Ed said that she wanted me to take her to the movies."
"Oh.....ok, yeah," Spike agreed, suddenly embarrassed by his unexplained actions as he abruptly released his hold about her waist. "Sorry about that.......when I talk about personal things I tend to get kinda clingy."
"It's not problem," Faye assured him, forcing a small, meek smile. "I didn't mind lending myself to you for comfort."
"I didn't mind, either," Spike teased, grinning a devilish smile.
Blushing the color of a ripe tomato, Faye stammered uneasily, "Oh...well...uh.....b-bye."
"See ya," he returned softly, chuckling due to her apparent insecurity as he watched her dazedly head on over towards her car.
"What's WRONG with me?!," Faye wondered hotly as she fumbled with the car keys to the Dodge Intrepid. "Why did I feel so helpless?! My GOD, sometimes I can be SO stupid! I-I know for a fact that I don't like Spike...erm...like that, so why the hell did I break into a friggin' sweat?! ARG! DAMN HIM!!!"
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"Oh, boy, oh, BOY! Look at Ed's ticket, Faye-Faye! Look what it says on it: The Summer of Troubles!," the young adolescent exclaimed blithely, beaming her trademark grin as she looked over her movie ticket with pleasure. "PG-13, green, mean, bean!"
"Mine says the same thing, honey," Faye insisted, smirking as she held up her ticket for her step-sister to see.
Edward laughed loudly. "Silly Faye-Faye! Tickets can't talk!"
Faye smiled, then took the young adolescent by the hand and tugged her on over towards the ticket man, announcing, "You've got quite an imagination there, Ed. Some of the things that come out of your mouth are absolutely unreal."
Edward giggled foolishly, then made her body go limp like a noodle so that Faye was forced to drag her the rest of the distance between them and the rather impatient ticket man.
After Faye had handed him their tickets, he returned their stubs with an air of indifference, grumbling moodily, "Enjoy the show."
"Thank you," Faye acknowledged, forcing a small smile as she yanked Edward on over towards the door with a large sign above it that read: THE SUMMER OF TROUBLES: PG-13.
"This is it," Faye announced, smiling down jubilantly at her step-sister. "I hope you like this movie, Ed......it's supposed to be really good."
"Yes, yes, YES!," the young adolescent agreed cheerily as she nodded her head up and down with exuberance. "Ed likes summer, so therefore Ed will automatically like it! Splish splash, Ed's takin' a bath!!!"
Faye laughed, but before she could respond, her cell phone rang within her pocket, thus causing her to instantly draw it out and up to her ear in expectance. "Hello?"
"Hey," came the deep, sultry, familiar reply. "Is this Faye?"
She swallowed. "Uh.....yeah.....who wants to know?"
"Spike," the voice replied bluntly. "You know.....the asshole?"
Faye giggled, returning, "Oh.....now I remember you. How did you end up getting my cell number, anyway?"
"Mikaya," Spike replied, grinning from ear-to-ear. "I just thought that I'd call you up to annoy you and ask about the movie and whatnot."
"Oh....well we're just about to go inside the theatre," Faye announced, trying her best to ignore Edward's demanding tugs on her arm. "I'll tell you about the movie later, ok? As of now we really need to go, so I'll-"
"No, wait," Spike cut in, his voice reflecting a slight hint of urgency. "I, uh.....I was wondering if maybe you'd like to come to my band practice tomorrow. Vicious and I could use a few fans to cheer us on."
Faye smiled. "That sounds great.....I'd love to go! Bands are sooo exciting!"
"Yeah.....exciting," Spike mocked, letting out a light chuckle. "We're the drummers, so we'll be off to the far right."
"Jerk!," Faye shrieked without warning, shocking him to the extreme. "I've always wanted to be a drummer! Why do you get all the luck?!"
Spike grinned, replying smugly, "Guess cuz I've just got what it takes and you don't."
"Yeah, yeah, whatever, Spike.....and just so you know, I'm going to bring Mikaya, too, whether you like it or not," Faye announced, smirking as she gently pushed Edward off of her leg. "Besides that, we've really gotta go now, so I'll talk to ya later, ok?"
"Ok....see ya," Spike agreed, a faint smile tracing his thin lips.
"Bye," Faye returned, sighing light-heartedly as she hung up in a single flourish.
"Faye-Faye, can we go now, puh-leeeeease?," Edward begged, seizing her step-sister by the wrist and beginning to yank her on over towards the theatre door with impatience. "Ed's missing the groovy movie! Hurr-eeee!!!"
"Ok, ok," Faye agreed absently, far too distracted to think about anything else at the moment besides her phone call as she mindlessly followed along in the blithe girl's footsteps.
"I don't know why, but I'm starting to really like that guy," Faye realized, a small smile subconsciously forming along her rosy lips as Edward began to hum "The Brady Bunch" theme song with exuberance. "He's not an all-out asshole to me, anymore......I finally have his respect. I-I don't really understand why, but my heart.......it screams every time he is near."
A/N: WOOT! Hmmm, does Faye-Faye have what I THINK she has??? ~Taps lower lip in thought~ Could it be~gasp!~A CRUSH on Spike-person??? Lmao...I'm sure that THAT'S an obvious, ryte? lol....but who WOULDN'T have a crush on a drummer??? lol....~siiiiigh~drummers. Lmao, sorry....dudes w/ instruments make me go WOOT! ^______^ N-e-who, I hope that this chappie wuzn't 2 slow 4 u. I STILL NEED RUCK, d, ANH D-AO, AND ZIM_THE_GOTH_CHICK 2 PLEEEEAZE EMAIL ME ASAP SO THAT I CAN GO AHEAD & PUT U UP W/ THE OTHER BARRACUDAS IN THE NEXT CHAPPIE!!! IMPORTANT!!! O.O LOL. N-e-who, PLEEEEASE R&R THIS SO THAT I KNOW THAT I HAVE UR SUPPORT! SORRY IF THIS ROMANCE IZ GOING SUPER SLOW 4 U, BUT I THINK OF SxF's AS DELICATE MATTERS....BUT I TOLD YA EARLIER THAT I ALREADY HAVE COMPLETED SxF's IF U REALLY GIVE A DAMN, LMAO. PLEEEEEEEASE R&R PLEEEEEEEASE??? W/ SUGAR & LOTSA LOTSA LOTSA CHOCOLATE ON TOP??? (Yep....I'm a chocoholic, lol). Luv yaz lots!!! ^,~
3 Kendra Luehr
"Oh....goodmorning, sir. Is Spike home?"
Mr. Spiegel raised an eyebrow as he leaned against the door frame to his apartment, demanding, "Now why on earth does a beautiful young woman such as yourself wanna visit my worthless lummox of a son on a nice Saturday morning such as this?"
Faye frowned, immediately taking a strong disliking towards this man. "I'd like to check up on him, if it's ok with you, sir. As soon as I ask him a few questions I'll leave.....I promise."
Mr. Spiegel shook his head, replying, "I would letcha, but Spike's visiting his mother a little ways up the highway. If ya count about 10 houses on the right side of the road, you'll find it no problem."
"Oh, but I don't want to intrude upon-"
"It wouldn't bother them none," Mr. Spiegel assured her, giving an indifferent shrug of his shoulders. "If my indecent loser of a son back-talks you for visitin', you have my permission to smack the little ass wipe shitless."
Faye winced due to Spike's father's harshness towards his son, acknowledging feebly, "Oh...well thank you, sir. I really appreciate you letting me see him....it'll really put my troubled mind at ease."
Receiving only a disinterested grunt in response, Faye turned away from the ill-mannered man and began to head on down the concrete steps of the apartment complex in a state of disarray.
"Why does Mr. Spiegel seem hate his son as if he's some type of dreaded disease?," she wondered, approaching the Wong's new car that they had surprisingly agreed to lend her for the day. "No wonder Spike hates sympathy so much! He never gets it, so therefore he truly believes that he doesn't deserve any!!!"
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"....I'm sorry, mom....I really tried this time, I swear! I'm getting a D again in math, but I promise that I'll try harder! Maybe if I can get a tutor-"
"Spike?"
The young man froze in an instant, clutching the bouquet of roses in his hand like a taut vice as whomever had addressed him took another tentative step forward.
"It's me......Faye. I was just-"
"Go away," Spike cut in miserably, his shoulders trembling along with his body in quaking motions as he shook his head back and forth in despair. "How DARE you interrupt the only time that I have to visit with my mother?! GO AWAY!!!"
Cringing due to his sudden outburst, Faye bowed her head and nodded, glancing over towards the small, humble grave in front of him before murmuring softly, "I'm sorry about your loss, Spike........I know how much it hurts."
He grunted in response, absolutely refusing to turn around and acknowledge her unnerving presence. Casting his gaze up towards the heavens, he demanded gruffly, "Well I suppose that you only came here to see if your ass is outta hot water yet, huh?"
"What?! No!," Faye argued, absolutely outraged by the sudden accusation. "I-I came here to check up on you, Spike! I'm WORRIED about you, OKAY?! Ever since last night.......I...I felt as if your problems were my own....and that we needed to handle them together. I guess what I'm trying to say is....I'm here for you, Spike......you're my friend."
Spike's shoulders suddenly lost their tension as his head dropped forward so that his chin was resting snugly against his broad chest, a heavy sigh escaping his lips as he apologized ruefully, "I'm sorry for snapping at you.....it-it's just that I kinda wanna be alone right now, ya know? And since y-you killed the woman that I loved...well...you would think that I'd be out of my mind with rage, but surprisingly........I'm not."
Faye blinked. "What? I don't underst-"
"Let me finish," Spike urged, finally turning around so that he was facing her. "Randall called me earlier today to let me know that he wouldn't report the murder since Julia not only was already claimed to be missing, but also because of the fact that he would be arrested as well as you since he was the one that kidnapped her in the first place. You're safe, Faye........no more worries."
Faye gazed upon his handsome face in hopes of interpreting what he was currently feeling, but the look that it bestowed was completely unreadable.
His warm, mismatched eyes burned into hers like fiery embers as the wind lightly played with his moss-green locks, Faye's heart beating wildly within her bosom as she realized that for the very first time in her entire life, she was actually at a complete and utter loss for words.
Gently dropping the bouquet of roses upon his mother's grave, Spike asked with indifference, "Did my father willingly let you visit me?"
"W-what do you mean?," Faye demanded, raising an eyebrow. "I don't understand what you're asking me."
Sighing, Spike averted his gaze down to his dirty sneakers, inquiring softly, "Did he call me names and tell you that visiting me was a waste of your life? He....he tends to do that."
Faye swallowed. "N-no.......he did not."
"Liar," Spike grumbled, shaking his head in disgust as he reached into his pocket for a desperately needed cigarette. "Stop trying to protect me from the truth.......I can handle it."
"I don't want to hurt you," Faye admitted in a voice barely above a whisper, a deep blush spreading rapidly across her cheeks like a wild fire the moment that he sent her a look full of piqued curiosity. "I-I'm sorry, Spike, but I can honestly say that I hate your father! He has absolutely NO right to treat you so poorly!!!"
Spike chuckled. "Well join the club....I hate him, too."
"That's not how a father-son relationship should be!," Faye insisted, her shimmering jade eyes filling up with a deep concern that he could not quite understand. "You should really try talking to him."
"Thanks for the tip, Dr. Laura, but we're just fine," Spike teased, taking in a contented draw from his cigarette before breathing a silvery cloud back out through his slightly parted lips, a large shroud of grayness immediately forming about his head like a translucent wreath.
"I'm serious," Faye replied firmly, her eyes narrowing. "As I said before, I'm here for you, Spike.....you're not alone in this seemingly never-ending battle called life. I'm always willing to lend an ear."
That did it. Spike immediately turned away from her and stubbornly faced the horizon, his shoulders heaving as he bowed his head and trembled, his breathing coming in and out in uneven gasps as Faye worriedly rushed over to his side.
"Are you alright?!," she shrieked, fretfully seizing him by the arm and spinning him around so that he was facing her once more.
Looking at her briefly, Spike quivered, returning weakly, "Y-you act as if you care, but that can't be true cuz NO ONE cares about me! Please......don't lead me on, Faye! I CAN'T TAKE IT!!!"
She gasped, absolutely outraged. "Spike, I am not leading you on! I meant every word that I said! Why on earth would I lie to you?!!"
"I dunno....maybe for the exact same reasons that Julia and my father had," he replied dryly, his russet-colored irises reflecting a dull, pained sheen as he carelessly flicked his cigarette down onto the ground and stomped on it. "They both pretended to love me unconditionally, and then, when I least expected it, they dumped me flat on my face. How can you expect me to trust YOU when I can't even trust THEM?!!"
"Oh, Spike," Faye murmured, gently pulling him into her arms, where he went surprisingly willingly. "Live in the present....not in the past. Forget about all of those horrible things."
"I can't," he admitted weakly, burying his face into the crook of her neck like a frightened child. "I can't."
A rosy blush traveled swiftly across Faye's cheeks as she felt Spike's warm, raspy breath caress her flesh and his strong arms press her tightly against his being, their sudden closeness leaving her stunned with a dazed, uncomfortable paralysis.
After briefly contemplating what to do about her sudden predicament, Faye finally announced, "Uh.....I, uh.....I've got to go........E-Ed said that she wanted me to take her to the movies."
"Oh.....ok, yeah," Spike agreed, suddenly embarrassed by his unexplained actions as he abruptly released his hold about her waist. "Sorry about that.......when I talk about personal things I tend to get kinda clingy."
"It's not problem," Faye assured him, forcing a small, meek smile. "I didn't mind lending myself to you for comfort."
"I didn't mind, either," Spike teased, grinning a devilish smile.
Blushing the color of a ripe tomato, Faye stammered uneasily, "Oh...well...uh.....b-bye."
"See ya," he returned softly, chuckling due to her apparent insecurity as he watched her dazedly head on over towards her car.
"What's WRONG with me?!," Faye wondered hotly as she fumbled with the car keys to the Dodge Intrepid. "Why did I feel so helpless?! My GOD, sometimes I can be SO stupid! I-I know for a fact that I don't like Spike...erm...like that, so why the hell did I break into a friggin' sweat?! ARG! DAMN HIM!!!"
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"Oh, boy, oh, BOY! Look at Ed's ticket, Faye-Faye! Look what it says on it: The Summer of Troubles!," the young adolescent exclaimed blithely, beaming her trademark grin as she looked over her movie ticket with pleasure. "PG-13, green, mean, bean!"
"Mine says the same thing, honey," Faye insisted, smirking as she held up her ticket for her step-sister to see.
Edward laughed loudly. "Silly Faye-Faye! Tickets can't talk!"
Faye smiled, then took the young adolescent by the hand and tugged her on over towards the ticket man, announcing, "You've got quite an imagination there, Ed. Some of the things that come out of your mouth are absolutely unreal."
Edward giggled foolishly, then made her body go limp like a noodle so that Faye was forced to drag her the rest of the distance between them and the rather impatient ticket man.
After Faye had handed him their tickets, he returned their stubs with an air of indifference, grumbling moodily, "Enjoy the show."
"Thank you," Faye acknowledged, forcing a small smile as she yanked Edward on over towards the door with a large sign above it that read: THE SUMMER OF TROUBLES: PG-13.
"This is it," Faye announced, smiling down jubilantly at her step-sister. "I hope you like this movie, Ed......it's supposed to be really good."
"Yes, yes, YES!," the young adolescent agreed cheerily as she nodded her head up and down with exuberance. "Ed likes summer, so therefore Ed will automatically like it! Splish splash, Ed's takin' a bath!!!"
Faye laughed, but before she could respond, her cell phone rang within her pocket, thus causing her to instantly draw it out and up to her ear in expectance. "Hello?"
"Hey," came the deep, sultry, familiar reply. "Is this Faye?"
She swallowed. "Uh.....yeah.....who wants to know?"
"Spike," the voice replied bluntly. "You know.....the asshole?"
Faye giggled, returning, "Oh.....now I remember you. How did you end up getting my cell number, anyway?"
"Mikaya," Spike replied, grinning from ear-to-ear. "I just thought that I'd call you up to annoy you and ask about the movie and whatnot."
"Oh....well we're just about to go inside the theatre," Faye announced, trying her best to ignore Edward's demanding tugs on her arm. "I'll tell you about the movie later, ok? As of now we really need to go, so I'll-"
"No, wait," Spike cut in, his voice reflecting a slight hint of urgency. "I, uh.....I was wondering if maybe you'd like to come to my band practice tomorrow. Vicious and I could use a few fans to cheer us on."
Faye smiled. "That sounds great.....I'd love to go! Bands are sooo exciting!"
"Yeah.....exciting," Spike mocked, letting out a light chuckle. "We're the drummers, so we'll be off to the far right."
"Jerk!," Faye shrieked without warning, shocking him to the extreme. "I've always wanted to be a drummer! Why do you get all the luck?!"
Spike grinned, replying smugly, "Guess cuz I've just got what it takes and you don't."
"Yeah, yeah, whatever, Spike.....and just so you know, I'm going to bring Mikaya, too, whether you like it or not," Faye announced, smirking as she gently pushed Edward off of her leg. "Besides that, we've really gotta go now, so I'll talk to ya later, ok?"
"Ok....see ya," Spike agreed, a faint smile tracing his thin lips.
"Bye," Faye returned, sighing light-heartedly as she hung up in a single flourish.
"Faye-Faye, can we go now, puh-leeeeease?," Edward begged, seizing her step-sister by the wrist and beginning to yank her on over towards the theatre door with impatience. "Ed's missing the groovy movie! Hurr-eeee!!!"
"Ok, ok," Faye agreed absently, far too distracted to think about anything else at the moment besides her phone call as she mindlessly followed along in the blithe girl's footsteps.
"I don't know why, but I'm starting to really like that guy," Faye realized, a small smile subconsciously forming along her rosy lips as Edward began to hum "The Brady Bunch" theme song with exuberance. "He's not an all-out asshole to me, anymore......I finally have his respect. I-I don't really understand why, but my heart.......it screams every time he is near."
A/N: WOOT! Hmmm, does Faye-Faye have what I THINK she has??? ~Taps lower lip in thought~ Could it be~gasp!~A CRUSH on Spike-person??? Lmao...I'm sure that THAT'S an obvious, ryte? lol....but who WOULDN'T have a crush on a drummer??? lol....~siiiiigh~drummers. Lmao, sorry....dudes w/ instruments make me go WOOT! ^______^ N-e-who, I hope that this chappie wuzn't 2 slow 4 u. I STILL NEED RUCK, d, ANH D-AO, AND ZIM_THE_GOTH_CHICK 2 PLEEEEAZE EMAIL ME ASAP SO THAT I CAN GO AHEAD & PUT U UP W/ THE OTHER BARRACUDAS IN THE NEXT CHAPPIE!!! IMPORTANT!!! O.O LOL. N-e-who, PLEEEEASE R&R THIS SO THAT I KNOW THAT I HAVE UR SUPPORT! SORRY IF THIS ROMANCE IZ GOING SUPER SLOW 4 U, BUT I THINK OF SxF's AS DELICATE MATTERS....BUT I TOLD YA EARLIER THAT I ALREADY HAVE COMPLETED SxF's IF U REALLY GIVE A DAMN, LMAO. PLEEEEEEEASE R&R PLEEEEEEEASE??? W/ SUGAR & LOTSA LOTSA LOTSA CHOCOLATE ON TOP??? (Yep....I'm a chocoholic, lol). Luv yaz lots!!! ^,~
3 Kendra Luehr