SoRRY! I couldn't Help myself. I'm such a hopeless romantic! Gives you a
better look at Spike and How he feels about Buffy. Drags on alittle. Hope
you like, and if you do (or if you don't) let me know.. okay? Thanks!
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Luckily the literature teacher was of the male population, because everyone who wasn't spent the entire class gawking at Spike. Does he attract this much attention everywhere he goes? I asked him
"Why, are you jealous?" He scrutinized me.
"NO. Of course not, you don't like that kind of attention anyways. Maybe if there were some guys...." He gave me a warning look and then suddenly became shy.
"What's your name?" He shifted his weight and glanced down sheepishly before looking at me again. O-okay this is different...
"Why?"
"Why what?"
"Why do you want to know?"
"So I have something to call you."
"Ah, I don't really care what you call me. In any case I'm Buffy, what's yours?" I hold my hand out to shake his like it is first time I met him.
"Spike." He kisses the top of my hand. Umm.. AWW! Sheesh girl, pull yourself together!
"Spike? Were your parents by chance hippies?"
"You're insulting my nickname?"
"How did you get the nickname 'Spike'?" He raises him eyebrows.
"OH-Oh my gosh! Why don't you just call yourself Viagra? Gross! Ack! Eww! Disturbing to a new level!" He laughs as my face turns a bright shade of red. Bad thoughts Buffy! You barely know the guy! Just because he is shamefully attractive and funny and nice and. STOP! "I'm not calling you that! What's your name?"
"Spike. Damn Buffy, it's the hair. What were you thinking of?"
I glare at him "Why do people like you? URGH! I am so getting you back for that. Beware." As nice as his lopsided grin is I don't like it at my expense. "I'm going to art, goodbye."
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Spike thought about what 'I'm getting you back for that' meant up until lunch. He even contemplated apologizing, but then thought better of it. 'What is that little chint doing to me?' He took yet cigarette out of his pocket and leaned back in the bench he was perched at. He wondered what period Buffy had lunch. Spike was about the scan the area for her when he saw a blue haired head coming toward him.
Oz's hair has been every color of the rainbow at least once since Spike had known him, including pink. There was also the time when he decided to shave his head bald. He had been Spike's best friend since he had moved here to America with his parents his freshman year.
"Hey man. She's one piece of work you got there." Oz sat down next to him and handed him a piece of paper.
"What's this? What are you talking about?" Oz wasn't one to write notes so it had to be from one of his groupies. He groaned. He didn't want to deal with this right now. He opened up the note and read out loud "William, congratulations on becoming a member of the homo- er- heterosexual team." He laughed it was written in the center of a blue ribbon that was surrounded by rainbows, fairies, and even a picture of 2 guys having sex.
"Read the back."
"You really shouldn't give your locker number away. Everyone seems to know it. Love, Buffy"
"To your locker then..." Oz got up and walked with him as he headed toward the building wondering himself what was going on.
"When did you talk to Buffy?"
"She's in my art class. That girl is funny, too bad I already have a girlfriend." Spike shot him an evil glare that shouted 'stay away' showing that he didn't approve of him thinking of her that way. Oz looked at him a little confused he had never gotten that look from his friend before "Do you like her?"
"Yeah I do." He said it a little harder than he intended to. "Wonder what she was talking about with my locker..." Spike opened his expecting to be intact and it was just a plow to freak him out.
"Ohmygod!" Oz burst into laughter, as Spike stood there shocked.
It's Raining Men
Hallelujah!
It's Raining Men
Amen
I'm gonna go out. Let myself get completely soak
It's Raining Men
Hallelujah!
It's Raining Men
Amen
A whole years worth of PLAYGIRLS fell out of his locker while pictures from it were pasted all over the inside. To top off the gag 'The Weather Girls' started blaring from a cd player when he opened it. Despite himself Spike smiled "she did all this when?"
"Sometime within the hour between art and now. Damn!" Oz picked at one of the pictures on the door "how are you going to get these off?"
"Not sure. Put my stuff in your locker, okay?"
He found her sitting alone under one of the trees in the outskirts of the quad. 'Damn she is cute. And she wears reading glasses too?' He sat down next to her and took Mid Summer's Night Dream and her glasses and set it to the side. No longer mad, just wanting to find out more about her. 'How did she manage to catch me in her web o quickly?'
"So how are you?" She asked smiling innocently.
"How did you get all those magazines here? Were they yours?" He tried to sound mad but failed miserably.
"I don't live that far away from the school, and no they were my mom's" she laughed at the disgusted look he had on his face. "So you came over here to kick my ass?" 'Hardly' he thought.
"Your mom's?"
"Yup, I'm assuming it was a hard divorce or something."
"How long have they been divorced?" He pushed a stray lock of blonde and red hair behind her ear and lightly ran his fingers down the side of her face. Buffy tried to ignore the small gesture but it felt like a swarm of butterflies took flight in her chest. 'What happened to the jigglo this morning? And the guy one Oz told me about?'
"Since I was 8, my dad had an affair with his secretary. I stayed with him because A) the courts ruled in his favor and B) I was too young to really understand and didn't want to leave my friends. Hey kids are supposed to be selfish though."
"I'm sorry. My real mum died when I was really young. Then my dad married an American and we moved here."
"I'm sorry." 'Why is he opening up to me?'
Spike shrugged "It was a long while ago. Besides I like Anya, she has been my mom for a near 10 years."
"Why did you just tell me that?"
"You won't judge me. Where did you live before you moved here?"
"You sure I wont? New York."
"Yeah." He leaned down to kiss her but she jumped to her feet oblivious. 'Shit.'
"The bell is about to ring and thanks to the map Oz gave me I learned that my next class is all the way at the other end of the school."
"And that is?"
"Chemistry."
"I have History."
"Well I'm sure we will bump into each other later then."
"I know where you locker is too luv." She laughed as she ran across the yard. 'Damn I'm caught, and the little bint doesn't even realize it.'
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Luckily the literature teacher was of the male population, because everyone who wasn't spent the entire class gawking at Spike. Does he attract this much attention everywhere he goes? I asked him
"Why, are you jealous?" He scrutinized me.
"NO. Of course not, you don't like that kind of attention anyways. Maybe if there were some guys...." He gave me a warning look and then suddenly became shy.
"What's your name?" He shifted his weight and glanced down sheepishly before looking at me again. O-okay this is different...
"Why?"
"Why what?"
"Why do you want to know?"
"So I have something to call you."
"Ah, I don't really care what you call me. In any case I'm Buffy, what's yours?" I hold my hand out to shake his like it is first time I met him.
"Spike." He kisses the top of my hand. Umm.. AWW! Sheesh girl, pull yourself together!
"Spike? Were your parents by chance hippies?"
"You're insulting my nickname?"
"How did you get the nickname 'Spike'?" He raises him eyebrows.
"OH-Oh my gosh! Why don't you just call yourself Viagra? Gross! Ack! Eww! Disturbing to a new level!" He laughs as my face turns a bright shade of red. Bad thoughts Buffy! You barely know the guy! Just because he is shamefully attractive and funny and nice and. STOP! "I'm not calling you that! What's your name?"
"Spike. Damn Buffy, it's the hair. What were you thinking of?"
I glare at him "Why do people like you? URGH! I am so getting you back for that. Beware." As nice as his lopsided grin is I don't like it at my expense. "I'm going to art, goodbye."
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Spike thought about what 'I'm getting you back for that' meant up until lunch. He even contemplated apologizing, but then thought better of it. 'What is that little chint doing to me?' He took yet cigarette out of his pocket and leaned back in the bench he was perched at. He wondered what period Buffy had lunch. Spike was about the scan the area for her when he saw a blue haired head coming toward him.
Oz's hair has been every color of the rainbow at least once since Spike had known him, including pink. There was also the time when he decided to shave his head bald. He had been Spike's best friend since he had moved here to America with his parents his freshman year.
"Hey man. She's one piece of work you got there." Oz sat down next to him and handed him a piece of paper.
"What's this? What are you talking about?" Oz wasn't one to write notes so it had to be from one of his groupies. He groaned. He didn't want to deal with this right now. He opened up the note and read out loud "William, congratulations on becoming a member of the homo- er- heterosexual team." He laughed it was written in the center of a blue ribbon that was surrounded by rainbows, fairies, and even a picture of 2 guys having sex.
"Read the back."
"You really shouldn't give your locker number away. Everyone seems to know it. Love, Buffy"
"To your locker then..." Oz got up and walked with him as he headed toward the building wondering himself what was going on.
"When did you talk to Buffy?"
"She's in my art class. That girl is funny, too bad I already have a girlfriend." Spike shot him an evil glare that shouted 'stay away' showing that he didn't approve of him thinking of her that way. Oz looked at him a little confused he had never gotten that look from his friend before "Do you like her?"
"Yeah I do." He said it a little harder than he intended to. "Wonder what she was talking about with my locker..." Spike opened his expecting to be intact and it was just a plow to freak him out.
"Ohmygod!" Oz burst into laughter, as Spike stood there shocked.
It's Raining Men
Hallelujah!
It's Raining Men
Amen
I'm gonna go out. Let myself get completely soak
It's Raining Men
Hallelujah!
It's Raining Men
Amen
A whole years worth of PLAYGIRLS fell out of his locker while pictures from it were pasted all over the inside. To top off the gag 'The Weather Girls' started blaring from a cd player when he opened it. Despite himself Spike smiled "she did all this when?"
"Sometime within the hour between art and now. Damn!" Oz picked at one of the pictures on the door "how are you going to get these off?"
"Not sure. Put my stuff in your locker, okay?"
He found her sitting alone under one of the trees in the outskirts of the quad. 'Damn she is cute. And she wears reading glasses too?' He sat down next to her and took Mid Summer's Night Dream and her glasses and set it to the side. No longer mad, just wanting to find out more about her. 'How did she manage to catch me in her web o quickly?'
"So how are you?" She asked smiling innocently.
"How did you get all those magazines here? Were they yours?" He tried to sound mad but failed miserably.
"I don't live that far away from the school, and no they were my mom's" she laughed at the disgusted look he had on his face. "So you came over here to kick my ass?" 'Hardly' he thought.
"Your mom's?"
"Yup, I'm assuming it was a hard divorce or something."
"How long have they been divorced?" He pushed a stray lock of blonde and red hair behind her ear and lightly ran his fingers down the side of her face. Buffy tried to ignore the small gesture but it felt like a swarm of butterflies took flight in her chest. 'What happened to the jigglo this morning? And the guy one Oz told me about?'
"Since I was 8, my dad had an affair with his secretary. I stayed with him because A) the courts ruled in his favor and B) I was too young to really understand and didn't want to leave my friends. Hey kids are supposed to be selfish though."
"I'm sorry. My real mum died when I was really young. Then my dad married an American and we moved here."
"I'm sorry." 'Why is he opening up to me?'
Spike shrugged "It was a long while ago. Besides I like Anya, she has been my mom for a near 10 years."
"Why did you just tell me that?"
"You won't judge me. Where did you live before you moved here?"
"You sure I wont? New York."
"Yeah." He leaned down to kiss her but she jumped to her feet oblivious. 'Shit.'
"The bell is about to ring and thanks to the map Oz gave me I learned that my next class is all the way at the other end of the school."
"And that is?"
"Chemistry."
"I have History."
"Well I'm sure we will bump into each other later then."
"I know where you locker is too luv." She laughed as she ran across the yard. 'Damn I'm caught, and the little bint doesn't even realize it.'