Title: Scared Hearts
Summary: A/U Buffy is a bad girl, getting into trouble and hanging around with the "wrong crowd". Her mom sends her to a private school where she meets her two new best friends, Willow and Xander. Along with new friends, come new enemies. But, when she seems to take a liking to one of her enemies, how will that turn out? Will she choose friendship, or love?
Disclaimer: I don't own any of them. Well, cept the lame ass people I make up! Ha, anyways, yeah everyone from BtVS totally belongs to Joss Whedon.
.:A/N:. Thanks to everyone who reviewed. Keep em coming. Sorry for the wait, I've just been real busy with school and that.
~*~
Buffy walked into the Summers house. She'd just visited her mom in the hospital, and had decided to leave a bit early. Spike would be picking her up soon, and she wanted to be ready when he came. She was a bit nervous about talking to him, it would probably be awkward. But, it was something that had to be done; to solve whatever was going on with them.
*Ring Ring*
Buffy ran into the kitchen to get the phone, "Hello?"
'Buffy, its Willow. Xander and me are going to the Bronze tonight and I was wondering if you wanted to come? You know, get your mind off the fight.'
"Oh, um, well, er, I cant. I'd love to, really, its just I have plans. I'm sorry Will."
'Plans? With who?'
"Um, myself. I wanted some alone time, so I booked it and I cant cancel out now."
'Oh, okay, I understand. Um, well maybe I could call you later and you could come join us? I mean, only if you want to.'
"Sure thing. I'll call you when I'm ready. Bye Will."
'Bye.'
Buffy hung up the phone and ran upstairs to get ready for tonight.
~~**~~
*Ding Dong*
Buffy opened the door to see Spike standing there, a smile planted firmly on his face, "Ello Buffy."
"Hi," she said.
"All ready pet?"
"Yeah, just let me grab my coat and I'm set," Buffy said, taking her leather jacket off of the banister. "Where's this place at?"
"You'll see," he said as they walked out to his car.
~~**~~
Spike led the way into a semi big building. It was made of brick, and looked like it was once a factory of some sort. Buffy followed him quietly, curious why he'd picked here of all places to go, what was so special about it? It was just an old, ugly building.
"I know what you're thinking luv, what's so special bout here? Honestly, not a bloody thing. Just an old place I used to work at, thought it'd be a quiet spot to talk," Spike said, stopping in the middle of an open space. Looking up, the ceiling was fairly high, and there were skylights all across it. The moonlight shone in, giving it a kind of haunted look. There were two floors to it, but the second looked to be nothing but old boxes and machines.
"What was it?"
"Huh? Oh, a shoe factory. Yeah, laugh it up."
"I don't see it funny," Buffy said, shifting from one foot to the other. "So, we came here to . . ."
"Talk, right."
There was an awkward silence between the two, and Buffy seemed to take great interest in the ceiling while Spike choose to stare at the ground. Neither knew where to start, or even where to go once they started. It was hard to just strike up a serious conversation with the two; it always led to fighting or making out. They didn't want or need either of those.
"I don't know what to say," Buffy said, cracking the silence.
"Me either," Spike laughed.
"Its weird isn't it?" Buffy asked, looking up at him. "Being together after everything that's happened. I mean one minute we're all over each other and the next minute we're trying to kill . . . Its just so . . ."
"Hard?"
"I was going for complicated, but same thing."
"I know what you mean pet, maybe this talking wasn't the right thing to do," Spike said.
"I think it was. Cordelia, no matter how much I hate saying this, is right. Not about the talking Spike, about us. I don't know if she told you what she told me, but she said that we were right for one another, that we were just too scared to admit having feelings like this . . . Maybe me more so than you, but I . . . After the fight, after Druscilla . . . I realized that I was going to lose you. And I didn't want that. I don't want to lose you Spike, you mean . . . God, this is harder then I thought . . . You mean a lot to me."
Spike was silenced by her words. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest. He'd wanted to hear these words from her ever since he'd first kissed her, held her. He'd felt something he never had with anyone else, something he only wanted to feel with her. He thought that fight would have ended his chances of being with her, when really it seemed to open a new door, one he'd walk right through. "What are you saying luv, are you saying you want to be with me?"
"I-I-I think so," Buffy said, looking away. "Is that a bad thing?" She felt his hand take her chin in its grip and turn it so she met his gaze. He said nothing, but his eyes told her everything. She smiled at him and he smiled back as he leaned down to kiss her. But, she pulled away, backing up a few, "Maybe we shouldn't. You know how we get and . . . I just want to take things . . . Slower, enjoy things more, I understand if that means you want to . . ."
"Want to what?"
"Not be with me," she said, quietly.
"That's nonsense Buffy, I understand what you mean. Savor the times, all that," Spike said, taking her hand. "And I think it'd be better."
Buffy smiled, "Well, this is much weirder."
Spike laughed, "But nice."
She glanced at her watch, "I really have to get home. Willow wants me to go out with her . . . So . . ."
"Course, I'll take you there," Spike said.
The two walked out of the factory; hand in hand all the while they were both smiling on the inside and out.
*Ah, sue me, but I didn't know what to write! Anyways, I hope this is okay. If its not, and I'm sure it isn't. then, tell me and I'll. . . I don't know. I'm not good with the serious conversation, and I really had no clue how to write it, so I just . . . made with the ness. Is it okay? Oh, should I be mean and end the whole story here? At this crappy part??? Huh huh huh?*
Summary: A/U Buffy is a bad girl, getting into trouble and hanging around with the "wrong crowd". Her mom sends her to a private school where she meets her two new best friends, Willow and Xander. Along with new friends, come new enemies. But, when she seems to take a liking to one of her enemies, how will that turn out? Will she choose friendship, or love?
Disclaimer: I don't own any of them. Well, cept the lame ass people I make up! Ha, anyways, yeah everyone from BtVS totally belongs to Joss Whedon.
.:A/N:. Thanks to everyone who reviewed. Keep em coming. Sorry for the wait, I've just been real busy with school and that.
~*~
Buffy walked into the Summers house. She'd just visited her mom in the hospital, and had decided to leave a bit early. Spike would be picking her up soon, and she wanted to be ready when he came. She was a bit nervous about talking to him, it would probably be awkward. But, it was something that had to be done; to solve whatever was going on with them.
*Ring Ring*
Buffy ran into the kitchen to get the phone, "Hello?"
'Buffy, its Willow. Xander and me are going to the Bronze tonight and I was wondering if you wanted to come? You know, get your mind off the fight.'
"Oh, um, well, er, I cant. I'd love to, really, its just I have plans. I'm sorry Will."
'Plans? With who?'
"Um, myself. I wanted some alone time, so I booked it and I cant cancel out now."
'Oh, okay, I understand. Um, well maybe I could call you later and you could come join us? I mean, only if you want to.'
"Sure thing. I'll call you when I'm ready. Bye Will."
'Bye.'
Buffy hung up the phone and ran upstairs to get ready for tonight.
~~**~~
*Ding Dong*
Buffy opened the door to see Spike standing there, a smile planted firmly on his face, "Ello Buffy."
"Hi," she said.
"All ready pet?"
"Yeah, just let me grab my coat and I'm set," Buffy said, taking her leather jacket off of the banister. "Where's this place at?"
"You'll see," he said as they walked out to his car.
~~**~~
Spike led the way into a semi big building. It was made of brick, and looked like it was once a factory of some sort. Buffy followed him quietly, curious why he'd picked here of all places to go, what was so special about it? It was just an old, ugly building.
"I know what you're thinking luv, what's so special bout here? Honestly, not a bloody thing. Just an old place I used to work at, thought it'd be a quiet spot to talk," Spike said, stopping in the middle of an open space. Looking up, the ceiling was fairly high, and there were skylights all across it. The moonlight shone in, giving it a kind of haunted look. There were two floors to it, but the second looked to be nothing but old boxes and machines.
"What was it?"
"Huh? Oh, a shoe factory. Yeah, laugh it up."
"I don't see it funny," Buffy said, shifting from one foot to the other. "So, we came here to . . ."
"Talk, right."
There was an awkward silence between the two, and Buffy seemed to take great interest in the ceiling while Spike choose to stare at the ground. Neither knew where to start, or even where to go once they started. It was hard to just strike up a serious conversation with the two; it always led to fighting or making out. They didn't want or need either of those.
"I don't know what to say," Buffy said, cracking the silence.
"Me either," Spike laughed.
"Its weird isn't it?" Buffy asked, looking up at him. "Being together after everything that's happened. I mean one minute we're all over each other and the next minute we're trying to kill . . . Its just so . . ."
"Hard?"
"I was going for complicated, but same thing."
"I know what you mean pet, maybe this talking wasn't the right thing to do," Spike said.
"I think it was. Cordelia, no matter how much I hate saying this, is right. Not about the talking Spike, about us. I don't know if she told you what she told me, but she said that we were right for one another, that we were just too scared to admit having feelings like this . . . Maybe me more so than you, but I . . . After the fight, after Druscilla . . . I realized that I was going to lose you. And I didn't want that. I don't want to lose you Spike, you mean . . . God, this is harder then I thought . . . You mean a lot to me."
Spike was silenced by her words. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest. He'd wanted to hear these words from her ever since he'd first kissed her, held her. He'd felt something he never had with anyone else, something he only wanted to feel with her. He thought that fight would have ended his chances of being with her, when really it seemed to open a new door, one he'd walk right through. "What are you saying luv, are you saying you want to be with me?"
"I-I-I think so," Buffy said, looking away. "Is that a bad thing?" She felt his hand take her chin in its grip and turn it so she met his gaze. He said nothing, but his eyes told her everything. She smiled at him and he smiled back as he leaned down to kiss her. But, she pulled away, backing up a few, "Maybe we shouldn't. You know how we get and . . . I just want to take things . . . Slower, enjoy things more, I understand if that means you want to . . ."
"Want to what?"
"Not be with me," she said, quietly.
"That's nonsense Buffy, I understand what you mean. Savor the times, all that," Spike said, taking her hand. "And I think it'd be better."
Buffy smiled, "Well, this is much weirder."
Spike laughed, "But nice."
She glanced at her watch, "I really have to get home. Willow wants me to go out with her . . . So . . ."
"Course, I'll take you there," Spike said.
The two walked out of the factory; hand in hand all the while they were both smiling on the inside and out.
*Ah, sue me, but I didn't know what to write! Anyways, I hope this is okay. If its not, and I'm sure it isn't. then, tell me and I'll. . . I don't know. I'm not good with the serious conversation, and I really had no clue how to write it, so I just . . . made with the ness. Is it okay? Oh, should I be mean and end the whole story here? At this crappy part??? Huh huh huh?*