Title: Because You Loved Me
Summary: Buffy Summers has the perfect life, great boyfriend, awesome friends and amazing parents. Her life is going great until someone new decides to join it. Will this new person cause her perfect life to crumble before her? Or make it better then imagined?
Disclaimer: I do not own them. Well, for this chapter I might own some people at the party. But that's it.
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"Buffy are you ready?" Joyce called up the stairs. "Its only for one weekend, that's two days, one night, how much do you need to pack?"
"I'm coming!" Buffy yelled, slamming her bedroom door. "I didn't pack a lot mom, only one bag. I was just saying good bye to Willow is all."
She slowly walked down the stairs, dragging her bag behind her. She wore her hair up in a high ponytail and had on a pair of black sweat pants with a black hoody that covered a white tank top. Joyce thought she looked like she just fell out of bed, which she probably did.
"Alright, your grandparents are waiting at their house. They invited some of their friends to the party if you don't mind. And you aren't wearing that to your party." Joyce said.
"I know. It's just for today. Party isn't till tomorrow. How many friends are we talking about? Are they all old people? Anyways, I think this whole thing is stupid. I mean it was only a dumb contest."
"Yeah, a contest that you won! Plus Buffy, its your sixteenth birthday, we have to have a big party, it's a tradition." Joyce said.
"But I kind of wanted to stay with my friends, have a party with them." Buffy said.
"And you will have one, when we get back. Now come on, hurry up."
Buffy sighed and followed her mother out to the car. She threw her bag in the trunk and sat behind her mother in the back seat. Her father turned the key and they started the drive to her grandparents.
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Buffy, Joyce and Hank walked up to the front door of her grandparents' house. They were about to knock when the door opened. Her grandmother, Helen stood there, a smile plastered on her face. Buffy smiled slightly and felt herself being squeezed, tight.
"Buffy! Oh my, let me see you." Helen said.
"Yes, nice to see you too." Buffy said, putting on a fake smile.
"Oh, come in, come in." Helen said and walked off into the house.
They followed her inside, setting their bags down on the floor in the hallway. Buffy's grandfather, Jack, came out of the kitchen.
"Hello Buffy." He said.
"Hey." Buffy said.
"Buffy, why don't you take your bags up to your room?" Hank asked.
"Okay." Buffy said.
She picked up her bag and headed up the stairs. She used to come to her grandparents house a lot when she was little because her parents were often away on business. So, because of this, she had got the spare bedroom. It was hers and she liked it a lot. It was kind of a small room, but big enough to fit in it a bed, dresser, beanbag chair and a wooden chest. The bed was off in the far left corner from the door and the dresser across from that. The beanbag chair was at the end of the bed, squished in-between that and the wall. The wooden chest sat next to the bed, it held all of Buffy's toys from when she was younger, along with some magazines and an alarm clock sat on top of it. Buffy threw her bag on the bed and walked over to the dresser. The dresser was also a desk, sort of thing. It had a few drawers that Buffy used for clothes rather then paper and had a rather uncomfortable wooden chair along with it. Pictures of her and her friends rested in the cracks of the mirror that was attached and a cluster of many things sat on top. She removed a picture of her beloved Angel and held it in her hands. She hated being away from him, even for such a short period of time. They were in love. Putting the picture back, she sat on her bed and stared at the door. Wasn't this fun?
'Knock.'
"Come in." Buffy said.
"Buffy, there are some people here I'd like you to meet." Hank said.
"Do I got to?"
"Yes, you got to." Hank said. "Now, come on, they aren't that bad. In fact, I believe he's your age."
"Fun." Buffy said and stood up. "Can we make it quick?"
"Cheer up. It's your birthday. These people are coming to see you."
"Sorry. Let me try again. Yay!" Buffy said sarcastically.
Hank smiled at her before wrapping his arm around her and walking down the stairs. Buffy was kind of excited that a person her age was here, and they weren't all old people. Well, her cousins would be there, but they aren't much fun.
"Buffy, this is a good friend of mine, Rupert Giles and his son, William." Hank said, stopping in the doorway of the living room.
"Hello Buffy. I've heard great things about you." Mr. Giles said, extending his hand.
Buffy put on another fake smile and shook his hand.
"Nice to meet you Mr. Giles." Buffy said.
"Please, call me Giles. William, say hello."
A blonde boy stood from the couch and took a few steps over to where Buffy was. He had the bluest of blue eyes and a quite nice body. Buffy noticed he was dressed in all black, same as Angel.
"Happy birthday luv." He said.
"Thanks William." Buffy said.
"Um, its Spike, by the way."
"Oh, well, thanks Spike." Buffy said.
"William that name is absurd." Giles said.
"Yeah, well, I don't care." Spike said, sitting back on the sofa.
"Giles, why don't you come in the kitchen? Joyce is probably waiting to talk to you. It's been years." Hank said and ushered his friend out of the room.
"So . . ." Buffy asked, sitting next to him.
"Sixteen?" Spike asked.
"Huh? Oh, yeah. Big day." Buffy sighed. "How old are you?"
"Seventeen."
"So you know how I feel then?"
"No, not bloody likely." "Alright, well, I think I'm going to go back up to my room and stare at the door some more. See you later." Buffy said.
Spike watched as Buffy walked out of the room and disappeared up the stairs. Maybe this weekend wont be as boring as he thought.
~ Heh, nobody reviewed but I wanted to put up! So, I did ~
Summary: Buffy Summers has the perfect life, great boyfriend, awesome friends and amazing parents. Her life is going great until someone new decides to join it. Will this new person cause her perfect life to crumble before her? Or make it better then imagined?
Disclaimer: I do not own them. Well, for this chapter I might own some people at the party. But that's it.
~*~
"Buffy are you ready?" Joyce called up the stairs. "Its only for one weekend, that's two days, one night, how much do you need to pack?"
"I'm coming!" Buffy yelled, slamming her bedroom door. "I didn't pack a lot mom, only one bag. I was just saying good bye to Willow is all."
She slowly walked down the stairs, dragging her bag behind her. She wore her hair up in a high ponytail and had on a pair of black sweat pants with a black hoody that covered a white tank top. Joyce thought she looked like she just fell out of bed, which she probably did.
"Alright, your grandparents are waiting at their house. They invited some of their friends to the party if you don't mind. And you aren't wearing that to your party." Joyce said.
"I know. It's just for today. Party isn't till tomorrow. How many friends are we talking about? Are they all old people? Anyways, I think this whole thing is stupid. I mean it was only a dumb contest."
"Yeah, a contest that you won! Plus Buffy, its your sixteenth birthday, we have to have a big party, it's a tradition." Joyce said.
"But I kind of wanted to stay with my friends, have a party with them." Buffy said.
"And you will have one, when we get back. Now come on, hurry up."
Buffy sighed and followed her mother out to the car. She threw her bag in the trunk and sat behind her mother in the back seat. Her father turned the key and they started the drive to her grandparents.
~*~
Buffy, Joyce and Hank walked up to the front door of her grandparents' house. They were about to knock when the door opened. Her grandmother, Helen stood there, a smile plastered on her face. Buffy smiled slightly and felt herself being squeezed, tight.
"Buffy! Oh my, let me see you." Helen said.
"Yes, nice to see you too." Buffy said, putting on a fake smile.
"Oh, come in, come in." Helen said and walked off into the house.
They followed her inside, setting their bags down on the floor in the hallway. Buffy's grandfather, Jack, came out of the kitchen.
"Hello Buffy." He said.
"Hey." Buffy said.
"Buffy, why don't you take your bags up to your room?" Hank asked.
"Okay." Buffy said.
She picked up her bag and headed up the stairs. She used to come to her grandparents house a lot when she was little because her parents were often away on business. So, because of this, she had got the spare bedroom. It was hers and she liked it a lot. It was kind of a small room, but big enough to fit in it a bed, dresser, beanbag chair and a wooden chest. The bed was off in the far left corner from the door and the dresser across from that. The beanbag chair was at the end of the bed, squished in-between that and the wall. The wooden chest sat next to the bed, it held all of Buffy's toys from when she was younger, along with some magazines and an alarm clock sat on top of it. Buffy threw her bag on the bed and walked over to the dresser. The dresser was also a desk, sort of thing. It had a few drawers that Buffy used for clothes rather then paper and had a rather uncomfortable wooden chair along with it. Pictures of her and her friends rested in the cracks of the mirror that was attached and a cluster of many things sat on top. She removed a picture of her beloved Angel and held it in her hands. She hated being away from him, even for such a short period of time. They were in love. Putting the picture back, she sat on her bed and stared at the door. Wasn't this fun?
'Knock.'
"Come in." Buffy said.
"Buffy, there are some people here I'd like you to meet." Hank said.
"Do I got to?"
"Yes, you got to." Hank said. "Now, come on, they aren't that bad. In fact, I believe he's your age."
"Fun." Buffy said and stood up. "Can we make it quick?"
"Cheer up. It's your birthday. These people are coming to see you."
"Sorry. Let me try again. Yay!" Buffy said sarcastically.
Hank smiled at her before wrapping his arm around her and walking down the stairs. Buffy was kind of excited that a person her age was here, and they weren't all old people. Well, her cousins would be there, but they aren't much fun.
"Buffy, this is a good friend of mine, Rupert Giles and his son, William." Hank said, stopping in the doorway of the living room.
"Hello Buffy. I've heard great things about you." Mr. Giles said, extending his hand.
Buffy put on another fake smile and shook his hand.
"Nice to meet you Mr. Giles." Buffy said.
"Please, call me Giles. William, say hello."
A blonde boy stood from the couch and took a few steps over to where Buffy was. He had the bluest of blue eyes and a quite nice body. Buffy noticed he was dressed in all black, same as Angel.
"Happy birthday luv." He said.
"Thanks William." Buffy said.
"Um, its Spike, by the way."
"Oh, well, thanks Spike." Buffy said.
"William that name is absurd." Giles said.
"Yeah, well, I don't care." Spike said, sitting back on the sofa.
"Giles, why don't you come in the kitchen? Joyce is probably waiting to talk to you. It's been years." Hank said and ushered his friend out of the room.
"So . . ." Buffy asked, sitting next to him.
"Sixteen?" Spike asked.
"Huh? Oh, yeah. Big day." Buffy sighed. "How old are you?"
"Seventeen."
"So you know how I feel then?"
"No, not bloody likely." "Alright, well, I think I'm going to go back up to my room and stare at the door some more. See you later." Buffy said.
Spike watched as Buffy walked out of the room and disappeared up the stairs. Maybe this weekend wont be as boring as he thought.
~ Heh, nobody reviewed but I wanted to put up! So, I did ~