Spike quickly reached for the cold knob, and the flow of water cease almost instanteously.
"Did I just hear what I thought I did?" the vampire thought.
He listened carefully and heard nothing but silence. Spike's mouth curved into a small smile.
"So he finally realizes he loves me," he whispered to himself.
The silence was soon broken by a rhythmic banging upstairs. Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang. BANG.
BANG. BANG. BANG. Spike sighed and cursed to himself. How could he believe Giles could say
no to her? How could he be so utterly stupid? He lowered his arm down to the knob and
gripped it when his thoughts were interrupted by a quick shuffle of footsteps moving
downstairs.
"That's odd," Spike thought.
The shuffle was followed by a much slower paced pair of feet. Ba-donk. Ba-donk. Ba-donk. The vampier swiftly removed himself from the tub and grabbed the first item of clothing he could find. He ran out of the bathroom(almost falling due to a fair amount of water on the tiled floor) and met Giles at the foot of the stairs.
"Where's Buffy?" Spike breathed out.
Giles gave him a strange look before answering him with, "Buffy left. I gather you heard."
"Yeah," Spike said, a bit embarassed at how desperate he seemed.
Why did the watcher look so bewildered?
"Um, um, Spike," Giles said with an air of uncertainity.
"Yes?" the vampire retorted hopefully.
Giles was at a loss for words. "White isn't really your color," he told Spike who was clothed in his fluffy white bathrobe.
"Well, um, it was...I was in a hurry."
"Apparently. It's amazing how you managed to put it on backwards," the watcher said holding back a laugh.
"Yeah, I meant to do that," Spike lied.
Giles smiled and suddenly the vampire forgot what a fool he had made of himself.
"Do I really mean that much to you?" Giles asked.
Buffy cried all the way home, and let's face it. Who cares?
Buffy: "Hey! People care about me!"
So you admit you were crying then?
Buffy: "Yeah. Why?"
clears throat As I was saying before that bitch interrupted me. covers Buffy's mouth Buffy is doomed to be alone no matter how many people she sleeps with. Of course, she'll never realize this because she has the I.Q. of a ham sandwich so this is what she did. She ran out of her house over to Willow's; and on the way, she tripped.
Buffy: "I did not!"
Andrew: "Twice. I saw you."
Jonathan: "I can't believe you were looking at her when we were making out!"
Andrew: "It's not my fault. She screamed like a little girl."
Buffy: "I did not scream like a little girl."
Jonathan: laughs "Yeah. I heard her too, but I didn't look. I'm so not watching the Dr. Who marathon with you this weekend."
Andrew: "But-but my parents are going to be gone, and we were going to..."
Buffy: "Uh, ew. That's just wrong."
Jonathan: "Oh, shut up! You sleep with dead guys. come on, baby, Enterprise is about to come on."
Andrew and Jonathan exit.
Buffy: "And the point of this scene was?"
It explains to the world what happened to your nose.
Buffy: "Oh, ok"
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"So, um, she slap you?" Spike asked.
"Yes."
"Did it hurt?"
Giles stared. "Hell yes, it hurt. She's slapped you before."
"That makes me feel somewhat better," the vampire admitted.
"I'm glad. I justed wanted you to know that Buffy's out of the picture. Well, obviously I'll still see her.."
Spike raised an eyebrow.
"We're over romantically, that's what I meant to say."
"Who's over?" the vampire inquired.
"Buffy and I," Giles replied.
"Oh, just making sure. Didn't want to...I'm going to bed."
"I guess he's mad at me," the watcher thought. "Sweet dreams," he said.
"I never said I was going to sleep," Spike told him.
"Huh?"
"How could I possible close my eyes with you lying next to me?"