Meet the Friends.
Two weeks past and Buffy's friends returned from their holidays. All came back with tans and stories about there adventures. But Buffy had stories of her own to tell this year. Most involving Spike. Well, all involving Spike.
"So? When are we gonna meet him?" Kendra asked one day after Buffy had finished telling the story of the trip to the zoo. Buffy went silent.
"Why don't you bring him to the Bronze tonight?" Willow suggested. "Then we can all meet him.
"Ok," Buffy squeaked. "I have to go. home now to. check up on Dawn. See you all later," she ran home. She had to find something for him to where that wasn't black.
~~~~~
"Spike!" She yelled as she started sprinting up the stairs. "Spike!" She started banging on his bedroom door.
"Hello Luv," Spike greeted her, wrapping his arms around her waist. Buffy pulled him off her and forced her way into his room.
"We have to find you something to wear," she announced. Spike gave her a puzzled look.
"Why? I have clothes on." She looked him up and down; black, black and more black!
"My friends want to meet you tonight. So, you have to wear something non- black," Buffy explained.
Spike opened his wardrobe and looked through his clothes. "The only thing I have that's not black is this," he pulled out a Manchester United shirt. Buffy looked at him like he'd just suggested going out naked.
"You can't wear a soccer shirt to the Bronze!" She barged him out the way and started to search through his clothes.
"That's my private property!" He yelled, but it was to late; she had found the pictures.
Neatly hidden between some jeans, Buffy had found a dozen or so photo's of herself, all from the last two weeks.
Spike looked at the floor. "I wanted to remember the good times."
Buffy turned round to face him. He was ready for a slap round the face or being told he was a pervert. Instead he felt Buffy's arms slip around his neck.
"I'm not mad at you silly," she said. "Just shocked that you care so much."
He looked into her eyes. There it was again, that scary melting feeling. "You remember what I said about not loving you yet?" Buffy nodded sadly. "Just ignore that." They kissed.
"You mean-" They kissed again.
"I love you."
~~~~~
Spike sat at the back of the Bronze, fidgeting.
"Spike sit still!" Buffy ordered. She peered around crowds, trying to spot her friends. She had eventually found a dark blue shirt for Spike to wear, she even had a dress in the same shade for herself.
Just then, her friends appeared. They spotted Buffy automatically and came over.
"Guys, this is Spike." Buffy introduced. "Spike this is Xander and Kendra, Cordelia, Angel, Willow and you know Tara."
Spike could feel all of Buffy's friends look him up and down, as if they were judging him. He was a bit knocked back by there clothes. All the couples had matching outfits, just like Buffy and himself. Cordelia and Angel both were wearing red. Xander and Kendra purple and Willow and Tara were both wearing yellow.
"Want a drink, Luv," Spike asked. He felt that they wanted to talk with out him being there. Buffy smiled and nodded.
"What'd you think?" Buffy asked once Spike had gone out of hearing range.
"Definitely cute," Willow said. The other girls all agreed. Angel and Xander just stood there.
"I don't like him," Xander said finally.
"Me either," Angel added. All the girls looked at them horrified.
"Why?" Buffy inquired. Spike hadn't said one word to them and they hated him! But then again, Xander and Angel hated all her boyfriends, just because she'd turned both of them down.
"There's something about him." Angel couldn't work out what it was about Spike but he just got a bad vibe. "I just can't put my finger on it."
"Well, be nice." Cordelia said as Spike came back with his and Buffy's drinks. They all took there normal seats round a table; except Buffy sat down on Spike's lap.
The others looked surprised. Buffy had left out the tiny detail that herself and Spike were a couple. Tara had guessed, she had heard Spike sneak into Buffy's room almost every night since she had returned from France.
~~~~~
"That didn't go too bad," Spike shrugged when they were in the car driving home. Buffy spun her head round and glared at him.
"What do you mean?" She asked.
"Well, your friends seemed to like me."
"Sure they did." Buffy reassured, her smile faded. "Xander and Angel hated you."
Spike gave her a 'duh' look. "Of course they hated me, Pet. They're jealous that I got something they can never have." He took one arm off the steering wheel and put it round Buffy's shoulders.
"I did turn them both down," Buffy thought out loud. "And they did start hating you after you said one word."
"You hated me before I'd even got that far," Spike shrugged. "Now look at us."
Buffy nodded. "They can just get over it."
Two weeks past and Buffy's friends returned from their holidays. All came back with tans and stories about there adventures. But Buffy had stories of her own to tell this year. Most involving Spike. Well, all involving Spike.
"So? When are we gonna meet him?" Kendra asked one day after Buffy had finished telling the story of the trip to the zoo. Buffy went silent.
"Why don't you bring him to the Bronze tonight?" Willow suggested. "Then we can all meet him.
"Ok," Buffy squeaked. "I have to go. home now to. check up on Dawn. See you all later," she ran home. She had to find something for him to where that wasn't black.
~~~~~
"Spike!" She yelled as she started sprinting up the stairs. "Spike!" She started banging on his bedroom door.
"Hello Luv," Spike greeted her, wrapping his arms around her waist. Buffy pulled him off her and forced her way into his room.
"We have to find you something to wear," she announced. Spike gave her a puzzled look.
"Why? I have clothes on." She looked him up and down; black, black and more black!
"My friends want to meet you tonight. So, you have to wear something non- black," Buffy explained.
Spike opened his wardrobe and looked through his clothes. "The only thing I have that's not black is this," he pulled out a Manchester United shirt. Buffy looked at him like he'd just suggested going out naked.
"You can't wear a soccer shirt to the Bronze!" She barged him out the way and started to search through his clothes.
"That's my private property!" He yelled, but it was to late; she had found the pictures.
Neatly hidden between some jeans, Buffy had found a dozen or so photo's of herself, all from the last two weeks.
Spike looked at the floor. "I wanted to remember the good times."
Buffy turned round to face him. He was ready for a slap round the face or being told he was a pervert. Instead he felt Buffy's arms slip around his neck.
"I'm not mad at you silly," she said. "Just shocked that you care so much."
He looked into her eyes. There it was again, that scary melting feeling. "You remember what I said about not loving you yet?" Buffy nodded sadly. "Just ignore that." They kissed.
"You mean-" They kissed again.
"I love you."
~~~~~
Spike sat at the back of the Bronze, fidgeting.
"Spike sit still!" Buffy ordered. She peered around crowds, trying to spot her friends. She had eventually found a dark blue shirt for Spike to wear, she even had a dress in the same shade for herself.
Just then, her friends appeared. They spotted Buffy automatically and came over.
"Guys, this is Spike." Buffy introduced. "Spike this is Xander and Kendra, Cordelia, Angel, Willow and you know Tara."
Spike could feel all of Buffy's friends look him up and down, as if they were judging him. He was a bit knocked back by there clothes. All the couples had matching outfits, just like Buffy and himself. Cordelia and Angel both were wearing red. Xander and Kendra purple and Willow and Tara were both wearing yellow.
"Want a drink, Luv," Spike asked. He felt that they wanted to talk with out him being there. Buffy smiled and nodded.
"What'd you think?" Buffy asked once Spike had gone out of hearing range.
"Definitely cute," Willow said. The other girls all agreed. Angel and Xander just stood there.
"I don't like him," Xander said finally.
"Me either," Angel added. All the girls looked at them horrified.
"Why?" Buffy inquired. Spike hadn't said one word to them and they hated him! But then again, Xander and Angel hated all her boyfriends, just because she'd turned both of them down.
"There's something about him." Angel couldn't work out what it was about Spike but he just got a bad vibe. "I just can't put my finger on it."
"Well, be nice." Cordelia said as Spike came back with his and Buffy's drinks. They all took there normal seats round a table; except Buffy sat down on Spike's lap.
The others looked surprised. Buffy had left out the tiny detail that herself and Spike were a couple. Tara had guessed, she had heard Spike sneak into Buffy's room almost every night since she had returned from France.
~~~~~
"That didn't go too bad," Spike shrugged when they were in the car driving home. Buffy spun her head round and glared at him.
"What do you mean?" She asked.
"Well, your friends seemed to like me."
"Sure they did." Buffy reassured, her smile faded. "Xander and Angel hated you."
Spike gave her a 'duh' look. "Of course they hated me, Pet. They're jealous that I got something they can never have." He took one arm off the steering wheel and put it round Buffy's shoulders.
"I did turn them both down," Buffy thought out loud. "And they did start hating you after you said one word."
"You hated me before I'd even got that far," Spike shrugged. "Now look at us."
Buffy nodded. "They can just get over it."