Okay, yeah it's been awhile since I've updated on this one. Sorry about the
long my readers! School's been insane so I never had the time. Well here
goes chapter 2!
Spike's POV
Thanks Faye... Thank you for being here for me. For everything you've ever been to me. It took awhile for me to spot crying, but once I got my tears under control I found myself lifting my head from her shoulder, glancing into her eyes. Her eyes, beautiful green emeralds that were brimming with tears. I furrow my brow in confusion for a moment but then I realize it. She's crying for me, for my misery.
"Faye..." I whisper quietly, and while my own eyes are still wet, I reach up to brush her tears away. "Please... Don't cry for me, I don't deserve it..." I tried to smile, but only found myself wanting to cry more.
"Spike..." She whispered in return. "I want to cry for you... you're sad, and that makes me sad." She gave me a tiny, watery smile and stood on her toes to kiss my cheek. Gently she took my hand and squeezed it. Then, with another small smile, she let go of my hand and headed up the small stairs into the hall that led to her room. So there I stood, now alone, thinking of this amazing woman who had been right under my nose for so long, but I had never noticed.
"Damn I feel stupid..." I muttered to the empty air around me as I fell backwards onto the couch to sort things out in peace.
Faye's POV
As soon as I was sure Spike wouldn't hear me, I burst into tears and ran for my bedroom. After slamming the door and being sure it was locked I flung myself onto my bed and cried for seemed like days, though it was only a mere hour or so. When my eyes were finally dry, I could smell a meal coming from the kitchen. "Jet must have cooled off enough to cook for us. Unless Spike's cooking." I gave a shudder, remembering the last time Spike cooked, actually tried to cook and failed miserably.
Sliding my door open and checking for any dogs I might step on, I made her way towards the living room, a mirror held in front of my face making sure Jet and Spike wouldn't be able to tell I was crying so heavily.
As I neared the living room, I could hear Ed singing more of her nonsense and smiled happily for the first time in awhile. Stepping down the stairs I found a delicious looking meal awaiting me. "I take it Jet cooked?" I asked Ed, who was the only person in the softly lit room. "And why is it so dark in here?"
"Spike-person cooked Faye-Faye! Jet-person never came back. Ed is waiting for her meal. Spike-person and Faye-Faye get to eat ALL BY THEMSELVES!" She finished in her opera tone. I had to laugh.
"Then is it safe to eat?"
"Ha ha ha, Faye, yes it's edible." I raised my gaze to the doorway to see Spike coming in with a tray filled with food. He gave a couple of bags to Ed and told her to scram, which she did in a hurry. Then his deep gaze locked with my own and I felt my heart flutter. This should be interesting. I thought to myself before slipping onto the couch. I thought for a second I had felt Spike's eyes watching me stretch into a comfortable position and blushed in spite of myself.
"Well, what's on the menu?" I asked softly, still feeling very sorry for the Lunk-Head. I felt me heart flutter again when he smiled and sat down, pulling the cover off the tray.
"Bell peppers and beef. This time though, we could afford the beef."
Well what do you guys think so far? This is definitely less cluttered than the last chapter! Review please. I'm waiting to get up to 12 before I work one the next chapter. Thanks!
~Aurora
Spike's POV
Thanks Faye... Thank you for being here for me. For everything you've ever been to me. It took awhile for me to spot crying, but once I got my tears under control I found myself lifting my head from her shoulder, glancing into her eyes. Her eyes, beautiful green emeralds that were brimming with tears. I furrow my brow in confusion for a moment but then I realize it. She's crying for me, for my misery.
"Faye..." I whisper quietly, and while my own eyes are still wet, I reach up to brush her tears away. "Please... Don't cry for me, I don't deserve it..." I tried to smile, but only found myself wanting to cry more.
"Spike..." She whispered in return. "I want to cry for you... you're sad, and that makes me sad." She gave me a tiny, watery smile and stood on her toes to kiss my cheek. Gently she took my hand and squeezed it. Then, with another small smile, she let go of my hand and headed up the small stairs into the hall that led to her room. So there I stood, now alone, thinking of this amazing woman who had been right under my nose for so long, but I had never noticed.
"Damn I feel stupid..." I muttered to the empty air around me as I fell backwards onto the couch to sort things out in peace.
Faye's POV
As soon as I was sure Spike wouldn't hear me, I burst into tears and ran for my bedroom. After slamming the door and being sure it was locked I flung myself onto my bed and cried for seemed like days, though it was only a mere hour or so. When my eyes were finally dry, I could smell a meal coming from the kitchen. "Jet must have cooled off enough to cook for us. Unless Spike's cooking." I gave a shudder, remembering the last time Spike cooked, actually tried to cook and failed miserably.
Sliding my door open and checking for any dogs I might step on, I made her way towards the living room, a mirror held in front of my face making sure Jet and Spike wouldn't be able to tell I was crying so heavily.
As I neared the living room, I could hear Ed singing more of her nonsense and smiled happily for the first time in awhile. Stepping down the stairs I found a delicious looking meal awaiting me. "I take it Jet cooked?" I asked Ed, who was the only person in the softly lit room. "And why is it so dark in here?"
"Spike-person cooked Faye-Faye! Jet-person never came back. Ed is waiting for her meal. Spike-person and Faye-Faye get to eat ALL BY THEMSELVES!" She finished in her opera tone. I had to laugh.
"Then is it safe to eat?"
"Ha ha ha, Faye, yes it's edible." I raised my gaze to the doorway to see Spike coming in with a tray filled with food. He gave a couple of bags to Ed and told her to scram, which she did in a hurry. Then his deep gaze locked with my own and I felt my heart flutter. This should be interesting. I thought to myself before slipping onto the couch. I thought for a second I had felt Spike's eyes watching me stretch into a comfortable position and blushed in spite of myself.
"Well, what's on the menu?" I asked softly, still feeling very sorry for the Lunk-Head. I felt me heart flutter again when he smiled and sat down, pulling the cover off the tray.
"Bell peppers and beef. This time though, we could afford the beef."
Well what do you guys think so far? This is definitely less cluttered than the last chapter! Review please. I'm waiting to get up to 12 before I work one the next chapter. Thanks!
~Aurora