A/N: Hey guys. I know there have been some problem with names and all so I
just want to apologize for that. When I first write my fanfics I use the
names that are on my website additions. Just in case there are any major
problems so far my main characters are Sage (buffy), Logan (spike), Oz
(oz), Natasha (Cor.), Kristen (willow), Amilee (Dru). Oh and Kira is Ayna,
Ian is Ethan, Eve is Joyce, and I don't have a name for Giles yet. Anyhoo
on with my story, and thanks for the reviews they make me so happy and want
to write more. Sorry for the delay, if it makes you feel any better I don't
have any C's in school and probably have over a 3.0! yay good grades for
abby! I made it up for you by adding more than one entry though. Anyhoo
bleh taking up way too much spance with my rambling. HOPE YOU LIKE! AND
TELL ME! LOL! REVIEW!
Disclaimer: I own nothing everything is Joss's yup. I think that's it. Please don't sue me I have no money.
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The rest of the day, for the most part went about without a hitch well.. no buildings burnt down anyways. Spike attending all of his classes (for the first time in his entire high school career) in hopes that Buffy would be in a few of them, sadly for his part she wasn't.
"You are starting to go into obsessive mode man" Oz commented watching as his friend gazed into the sea of teenagers at '7 Miles Under' for the 10th time during their pool match.
"Why isn't she here? Ian's club is the most popular hangout in this god-forsaken town. The only other place to go is that coffee, poetry place in 5th street."
"Maybe Buffy likes hippie houses.. How much do you know about this girl anyways?"
Spike glared at him, 'maybe he's right... I've known her for what, not even a day.' He glanced at the clock and made another shot, completely missing the 8 ball. "Didn't know it was so early she could still come." Oz rolled his eyes and hit the last ball into the left pocket winning the game.
"Your avoiding my question, and I just won" he stated in bewilderment, "I never win.."
"I'm not avoiding your question.. no I don't know that much about her 'sides her name and that she moved here because her parents are divorced which isn't that bad because considering how long we have known each other. If she comes then I can talk to her and learn more."
"Know what this reminds me of?"
"No what?"
"Amilee."
"This is nothing like Amilee, I was young and impressionable, oh and you weren't even there."
"You told me enough about it to know that you got your heart stomped on." Oz put his hands up in mock surrender when his friend looked like he was about to shove the cue into his head "But hey not my place, whatever."
"Right it really isn't." Spike grumbled and sulked off for a smoke. Oz was right on one part, he was falling way too fast for a girl he barely knew. This was different though, Buffy wasn't crazy, she wasn't a gothic whore. She wasn't... what? He growled angrily and continued to mope until he used up his cigarette and discovered he was fresh out. "Bloody hell. Fine guess that is my cue to go back inside."
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Hmmm... Let's see here. Dimmed lights, dark walls with graffiti on them, dance floor with teenagers air humping each other on it, bar, couches. Not that bad, at least my mom is dating a club owner/bartender instead of a plumber or something.
I push my way through the mass amounts of people crowding around the bar area 'Jeesh, is there a sign somewhere that says "Block Buffy?", probably.'
"Hi Ian. Nice club." I address my mom's boyfriend as politely as I could. It wasn't that he was a bad guy or anything. Truthfully I didn't think my mom did that bad of a job for an old guy he was pretty cute. He did kind of remind me of the brother in 'Le Divorcé' though, the one with the dark brown hair and eyes.
"Thanks. There needs to be something on the south wall though. See how it is all bare and the rest has graffiti and stuff on it? Your mom said that you liked to paint want to fix it up?"
"Sure. I'd love to" 'okay that's kind of odd when the adult is sucking up to the kid... okay awkward silence.'
"Hey Ian. Two of my regulars and make them a double." A familiar accented voice said behind me.
"Your regular being, what? Kool-Aid?" I said turning around smiling when Spike glowered and handed me a foul smelling alcoholic beverage. Eww bourbon.
"Not quite." he says gulping down his drink and I hand him mine.
"No thanks, beyond popular belief under aged drinking does not make you cool, plus I don't really trust you."
"Oh?" He arches an eyebrow at that. 'Does he take some kind of drug that makes him so sexy? How am I supposed to act like I don't like him with that smirk, and those eyes, and the gothic look that fits him completely because he is so muscular but not to the point where it is gross like that one guy-"
"Thinking about something interesting?" My face flushes and I look like I just got caught with my hand in the cookie jar.
"Just that I am being very hypocritical because when people loiter in front of a bar annoys me and look what I am doing now."
"Want to dance? It will get you away from the annoying loitering area."
"Would really rather not. Don't want your girlfriend kicking my ass, not like she could but I am trying to go at least a week without getting grounded." I walk away to the couch and chair area and sit down on the love seat. 'Follow, follow' I silently plead.
"Girlfriend?" 'Ooo I win you followed me.'
"Yea the one that called me a bitch for asking where the office was... 'He's mine', ringing an bells?"
"You mean when you were gawking at me?"
"I wasn't GAWKING!" I say horrified " I was just bewildered that you would wear all black when it is 80 degrees out."
"85, is that hot? Guess I got used to California weather finally."
"Must have." I say sarcastically, for some reason I am in a really pissed off mood and push past him and practically stomp away opening the back door into the alley. I wait a little bit to see if he will follow me again. 'What is my malfunction? What is his? He was flirting with me! He has a girlfriend you moron! A really pretty and probably popular girlfriend, something you will never be with your social record. He's taken Buffy; get over hit and stop getting all pissy about it! Now go in there and apologize you acted like a total bitch.' After giving my self a little reality check I sigh 'great.'
Disclaimer: I own nothing everything is Joss's yup. I think that's it. Please don't sue me I have no money.
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The rest of the day, for the most part went about without a hitch well.. no buildings burnt down anyways. Spike attending all of his classes (for the first time in his entire high school career) in hopes that Buffy would be in a few of them, sadly for his part she wasn't.
"You are starting to go into obsessive mode man" Oz commented watching as his friend gazed into the sea of teenagers at '7 Miles Under' for the 10th time during their pool match.
"Why isn't she here? Ian's club is the most popular hangout in this god-forsaken town. The only other place to go is that coffee, poetry place in 5th street."
"Maybe Buffy likes hippie houses.. How much do you know about this girl anyways?"
Spike glared at him, 'maybe he's right... I've known her for what, not even a day.' He glanced at the clock and made another shot, completely missing the 8 ball. "Didn't know it was so early she could still come." Oz rolled his eyes and hit the last ball into the left pocket winning the game.
"Your avoiding my question, and I just won" he stated in bewilderment, "I never win.."
"I'm not avoiding your question.. no I don't know that much about her 'sides her name and that she moved here because her parents are divorced which isn't that bad because considering how long we have known each other. If she comes then I can talk to her and learn more."
"Know what this reminds me of?"
"No what?"
"Amilee."
"This is nothing like Amilee, I was young and impressionable, oh and you weren't even there."
"You told me enough about it to know that you got your heart stomped on." Oz put his hands up in mock surrender when his friend looked like he was about to shove the cue into his head "But hey not my place, whatever."
"Right it really isn't." Spike grumbled and sulked off for a smoke. Oz was right on one part, he was falling way too fast for a girl he barely knew. This was different though, Buffy wasn't crazy, she wasn't a gothic whore. She wasn't... what? He growled angrily and continued to mope until he used up his cigarette and discovered he was fresh out. "Bloody hell. Fine guess that is my cue to go back inside."
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Hmmm... Let's see here. Dimmed lights, dark walls with graffiti on them, dance floor with teenagers air humping each other on it, bar, couches. Not that bad, at least my mom is dating a club owner/bartender instead of a plumber or something.
I push my way through the mass amounts of people crowding around the bar area 'Jeesh, is there a sign somewhere that says "Block Buffy?", probably.'
"Hi Ian. Nice club." I address my mom's boyfriend as politely as I could. It wasn't that he was a bad guy or anything. Truthfully I didn't think my mom did that bad of a job for an old guy he was pretty cute. He did kind of remind me of the brother in 'Le Divorcé' though, the one with the dark brown hair and eyes.
"Thanks. There needs to be something on the south wall though. See how it is all bare and the rest has graffiti and stuff on it? Your mom said that you liked to paint want to fix it up?"
"Sure. I'd love to" 'okay that's kind of odd when the adult is sucking up to the kid... okay awkward silence.'
"Hey Ian. Two of my regulars and make them a double." A familiar accented voice said behind me.
"Your regular being, what? Kool-Aid?" I said turning around smiling when Spike glowered and handed me a foul smelling alcoholic beverage. Eww bourbon.
"Not quite." he says gulping down his drink and I hand him mine.
"No thanks, beyond popular belief under aged drinking does not make you cool, plus I don't really trust you."
"Oh?" He arches an eyebrow at that. 'Does he take some kind of drug that makes him so sexy? How am I supposed to act like I don't like him with that smirk, and those eyes, and the gothic look that fits him completely because he is so muscular but not to the point where it is gross like that one guy-"
"Thinking about something interesting?" My face flushes and I look like I just got caught with my hand in the cookie jar.
"Just that I am being very hypocritical because when people loiter in front of a bar annoys me and look what I am doing now."
"Want to dance? It will get you away from the annoying loitering area."
"Would really rather not. Don't want your girlfriend kicking my ass, not like she could but I am trying to go at least a week without getting grounded." I walk away to the couch and chair area and sit down on the love seat. 'Follow, follow' I silently plead.
"Girlfriend?" 'Ooo I win you followed me.'
"Yea the one that called me a bitch for asking where the office was... 'He's mine', ringing an bells?"
"You mean when you were gawking at me?"
"I wasn't GAWKING!" I say horrified " I was just bewildered that you would wear all black when it is 80 degrees out."
"85, is that hot? Guess I got used to California weather finally."
"Must have." I say sarcastically, for some reason I am in a really pissed off mood and push past him and practically stomp away opening the back door into the alley. I wait a little bit to see if he will follow me again. 'What is my malfunction? What is his? He was flirting with me! He has a girlfriend you moron! A really pretty and probably popular girlfriend, something you will never be with your social record. He's taken Buffy; get over hit and stop getting all pissy about it! Now go in there and apologize you acted like a total bitch.' After giving my self a little reality check I sigh 'great.'