Summary: Buffy is the minister's daughter. There is a guy, Spike that is staying at her house. Buffy starts to like this new British bad boy and soon they find themselves in love.

Buffy walked in the door of the church. Her father was the minister and she spent a lot of her time there throughout her life. She made her way up to the front to her father. "Hey dad." "Oh hello Buffy." "What you doing?" "Oh, I'm just practicing my speech." She looked over her fathers shoulder at the paper he was holding. "Uh dad. That's not a speech. Looks more like a form for.we're fostering a kid? Again." Buffy complained as she followed her father to one of the pews. "I thought you're mother would have told you." "Well she didn't and I want to know. Do I have to share my room?" "No sweetie. This one's a guy. There is no way he'd be sharing your room. He'll be sharing with Nick." Nick was Buffy's older brother. He was rarely ever home. Always out to parties and breaking rules. Buffy wasn't like that. Buffy always listened to her parents. Even though deep down there was the real Buffy, the wild Buffy trying to get out. But yet she followed in their footsteps and for Nick, it seemed like the footsteps weren't his size. "Oh well.what did he do?" Buffy asked with wonder in her eyes. "Well, he's not exactly. He's been in trouble with the law and his parents are dead. He's been living with his grandmother and she can't take care of him anymore. She needs care herself." "Great another Nick, that's all we need." Buffy said as she got up and walked out of the church.

The smell of freshly baked cookies filled the air as Buffy walked into the kitchen. Her mother stood by the sink, washing dishes. "Hey mom." Buffy said as she grabbed a cookie off the cookie sheet. "Hi. I guess your father told you about William." "The foster kid? Ya. When's he coming?" You could hear a car pull up outside and two deep voices. "Right now." Her mother answered brushing the crumbs off her as she removed the apron. "C'mon Buffy." "Why?" "Well it's not polite to sit in here eating cookies. Nicks not home so you'll have to carry his bags up to his room for him." A sigh came from Buffy's mouth and she followed her mother outside.

"Hi. I'm Hank, this is my wife Joyce and my daughter Buffy." Hank Summers introduced as the family stood in front of a man and a younger boy, about Buffy's age, 16. "He's not a big talker." The man said. Buffy saw him look at her and she smiled, he returned it. She noticed he had two bags and she reached out to grab them. "Hey hey luv. Not polite to just grab things." He smiled when he saw her tense up. "Just a joke pet. Go ahead." She blushed and picked the bag up. "Buffy show William to his room." Her father said. "Okay." Buffy started walking and William followed her.

"So, you're the minister's daughter?" William asked as they walked up the steps to his room. "Ya I am. And you're." She was at a lose of words. "I'm just a guy named Spike." "I thought your name was William." Buffy said as she threw his bag on one of the beds. "It is. But I like being called Spike better." He flopped on the bed. "Tired after a long ride." "I'll go." Buffy said as she started to walk out the door. "No, stay. First time in a new house is scary for a guy." "I'm sure you'll live." "Please stay luv." "Fine." She sat on the bed across from him, her brothers. "So I'm taking it this isn't your room." He looked around. The walls were covered with posters of rock bands and girls. The beds each had black covers on them with blue pillows. "Its my brothers. Nick. He's 18." "He a goody goody?" "I don't know. What's a goody goody?" "A minister's daughter." He meant it as a joke but she didn't find it that funny. "I should go help my mom with dinner. Bye." "Oh c'mon luv, I didn't mean anything by it." He yelled after her as she disappeared into the hallway.

Please review because I want to know if I should stop it here.or not.