Chapter 6

"Buffy, come on out!", Cordelia cried. "Lets see how it looks!"

"NO!", said a voice from behind the fitting room door.

"Why not?", Cordelia whined. " The outfit probably look great on you, but I won't see IF YOU DON'T COME OUT! You said we could do anything I wanted today! "

"But I didn't know you were talking about a make-over on me!"

" Buffy Summers! If you don't come out right now out of that fitting room when I count to 3, I'm going to break the door down. 1...2...-"

Buffy sighed and walked out, dragging her feet. "I know, I know, it looks silly and awful. These kind of clothes are just not me.", she said.

Cordelia just stared at her with her mouth dropped wide open. Buffy stood there, with her hair down, golden even under the florescent light. She was wearing the outfit, Cordy had picked out for her. It was a trendy white little skirt, topped with a light blue, prettily stitched, spaghetti strap shirt, and she looked drop-dead gorgeous in it. "OMIGOD! Buffy, you look totally great. I wouldn't have recognized who you were, if I hadn't been standing by your fitting room door.", she exclaimed.

" You think so? It doesn't look weird? ", Buffy asked, looking self-consciously at herself in the mirror.

"No, way! You look like a total babe!", Cordelia said. Buffy stared at her. "Not that you weren't before, but lets face it. The baggy clothes and sweaters you wore, hid your figure, and why do you always put your hair up? If I had hair like yours, I certainly would be showing it off."

"I dunno. I don't think about these stuff a lot.", Buffy shrugged.

" Well I'm here to help you. Oh, and a piece of advice. Don't wear those glasses anymore. Why do you want to hide your eyes, behind that thick awful-looking thing, you call glasses."

"But contacts itch.", Buffy complained.

"Deal with it. Look at those jeans over there. Come on, there's more clothes to try on!", Cordelia dragged Buffy.

Soon later, Buffy and Cordelia came out of the store with 4 bagful of clothes. "I've never bought so much clothes in a day.", Buffy said.

"Ooo, there's Abercrombie & Fitch! Lets go!", Cordelia cried. Buffy groaned and followed behind.

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"Yeah, I'll be there. Okay, bye later.", Faith hung up the phone. She had just gotten off the phone with Spike, and was getting ready for a big party that someone at the school was having. She walked into her closet, choosing a short leather skirt and a red halter top. She carefully added on thick eyeliner and dark lipstick and walked out with her jean jacket and her keys. She went downstairs, but only to be caught by her mother.

"Faith! Where are going, at this time of night?", Joyce asked, stopping her daughter.

"A party. I'll be back late.", Faith started to walk again, but her mother blocked her.

"Oh no, you're not. Do you not remember anything about the talk last night?", Joyce asked sternly.

"Yeah, partying will get me nowhere, blah blah blah. But come on, mom.", Faith said. Cordelia appeared at that moment.

Joyce and Faith were still arguing, oblivious to Cordelia, who coughed trying to get their attention.

"Faith, this is a serious matter we're talking about-", Faith cut in.

"Yeah right. Mom, I don't care!"

Cordelia was getting a bit impatient, coughed again.

" If you want to get held back or go to summer school, keep this up then."

" Fine. I'll do that. You ruin everything for everyone!"

Cordelia, who was now annoyed, cried "Aunt Joyce, Faith!"

"What ?", they both yelled in unison, turning to her.

"I am here to present the whole new Buffy.", Cordelia announced. " She is more sophisticated and mature, and a much more better dresser, than she was this morning. She got totally glamed up when we were at the mall, by me.", Cordelia talked on.

"Get on with it!", Faith said.

"Okay, geez. Bad crowd. Anyway here is the new and improved Buffy Summers." Buffy slowly walked down the stairs. Joyce and Faith was shocked, when she was in view. Buffy was in a classy, black twirly dress that was knee length. Her golden locks was half up, and her feet were in a pair of matching black shoes. Her makeup, which was done by Cordy, was perfect. The simple mascara, eyeliner, and lip gloss was great on her and she was wearing her contacts, instead of her usual glasses.

"What did she do to you?", Faith finally said.

"Well, uh,-", Buffy began.

"Buffy, honey, I think you look gorgeous.", Joyce spoke. Cordelia smirked, proud of her work. " Wow, I can't even recognize you."

Buffy blushed.

"You look like one of those preppy snobs at school!", Faith exclaimed.

Cordelia glared at her. "God, shut up Faith. You're just jealous, Buffy is more pretty and stylish then you."

Faith, who was going to say something back, was held back by Joyce who gave her a look.

"Buffy, you look so beautiful. Too bad you don't have anywhere to wear it today….Hey wait. Faith, didn't you say there was a party you were going to today?"

Faith's eyes grew wide. "There is no where in hell, I'm taking her."

" You can only go, if you take your sister.", Joyce said.

Faith glared at her mother. She didn't want to take Buffy, but she couldn't just ditch her friends. She had no choice but to. "Fine. I'll take her!", she grumbled.

"Its okay mom, really-", Buffy began.

"Go on Buffy, have some fun.", Joyce smiled at her. "You, too Cordelia. Go with them.", she turned to her niece.

"No, its okay. I think I'm just going to go to sleep. I feel kinda tired."

"But Cordy-"

"No, go on Buffy.", Cordelia insisted.

"But you sure-"

"Girl, go get your freak on.", Cordy said, grinning. Buffy laughed.

"Come on.", Faith said impatiently, and walked out of the house.

Buffy kissed the oldest Summer's cheek and followed after Faith.

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Angel and Spike walked into the crowded, white, two-story house, that had people all over the place drinking, dancing, making out, or just hanging out and talking. Angel spotted Darla in the corner with her friends and said to Spike, "There's Darla. I'm going to catch you later."

Spike saw Angel leave him, and sighed. Parties weren't any fun for him anymore, ever since his breakup with Dru. He got a beer and saw Oz who was heading toward him.

"Hey Spike, I was looking for you.", Oz said grinning. " There's another party at Riley's, Gunn and me are heading. You want to go?"

"Nah, that's okay. I'm waiting for Faith to show up and she would kill me if I ditched her.", Spike said apologetically .

"Okay, I'll see you later then." Oz disappeared into the crowd of people.

After a while, Spike walked off to get more to drink, and saw Faith appear, with a blonde beauty on her side he didn't recognize. " Faith, want to introduce me to your little friend?", he smirked, winking at the blushing blonde. She absolutely gorgeous in a classy short black dress, and her golden hair flowing down her tan shoulders. She looked a bit familiar though… Her hazel eyes, looked straight at him, then it hit him. He'd recognize those eyes anywhere, with that smile.

" Buffy?", he said incredulity, almost dropping his alcoholic drink. "God, is that you?"

" Yeah, its me.", Buffy said, meekly. Spike was dressed in his usual black attire and his white-blonde hair was gelled up. 'Wow, look at those abs….', Buffy thought to herself, looking at Spike's chest that was covered by a tight black shirt. 'Wait, what the hell am I thinking? I hate Spike. He's a rude bastard.', Buffy said silently to herself. 'Yeah, a rude bastard with a nice body..', the voice said in the back of her head.

Faith rolled her eyes at the both of them. "Eyeballs back in, Spike"

" What- what happened to you?", Spike asked Buffy.

"Oh, uh-", Buffy was cut off by Faith.

"My cousin , Cordelia, did a make-over on her.", Faith said in disgust. "I can't wait until she leaves. She's like a breathing, living Barbie doll, except her hair is brown, and she's as dumb as a rock."

'She did a good job though..', Spike thought.

" Faith, shut up. You don't even know Cordy.", Buffy said, defending her cousin.

"Oh no, I said something bad about Cordelia Chase. Someone just shoot me right now.", Faith said sarcastically.

"I'll be glad to.", Buffy muttered, loud enough for Faith to hear.

" You're just as bad, now. You dress like her, and you're even beginning to talk like her."

"Like you dress any better. You don't ever wear anything other than something that screams 'Skanky Ho'", Buffy argued back, instantly regretting it.

Faith's blood boiled inside her, and ,without thinking, slapped Buffy across her cheek. Buffy, not really sure what happened, touched the red mark that marked her face. She could feel hot tears run down her face, and ran out of the room.

Spike, at that moment who saw everything, ran after her. "Buffy!", he called. No one responded. He ran outside in the cold, and saw a figure sitting on the sidewalk making muffled sounds.

"Buffy, luv, is that you?", he asked, coming closer to her.

"Go away!", Buffy said. Spike ignored her and sat next to her.

Buffy stared at the ground, and didn't look at Spike.

" Are you okay? I'm sure Faith didn't mean to…do that.", Spike said, picking out his words carefully.

Buffy gave a cruel and harsh laugh. "Yeah right. Just say it Spike. She slapped me. Slapped me, her own sister."

Spike at that moment didn't know what to say. He was shocked at Faith's actions, and didn't expect her do something like that.

"I hate her. I just really hate her.", she said bitterly. " I hate everything about her. I wish she was never born. I hate the way she argues with mom, constantly, I hate the way she treats me, I hate her."

" I don't think you really hate her luv.", Spike spoke softly. "You're mad and angry at her. But you don't hate her."

"Yes, I do. How would you know how I felt? You and I aren't exactly best of friends."

"Yeah, I know, but you're her sister. It takes something more than something like that, to rip apart sisters."

Buffy stared at him. "We're not really sisters. We might have the same blood and come from the same mother, but we don't act like sisters."

Spike didn't say anything more. He noticed that she was shivering from the cold, he took off his duster and put it over her.

Buffy looked into his eyes, and saw how blue and deep they were, almost getting lost in them. After holding the gaze after a while, she turned back down to the gravel ground. Spike stared at her, and silently-yet hesitantly- put his arm around her, giving her comfort. And Buffy let him.

A/N: Review and tell me what you think! I worked hard on this chapter, and its my longest yet. Pretty please review!! Srry if I sound selfish!

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