Title: The Bet
Summary: Buffy is the outcast at Sunnydale High. She's like by no one, except for her best friend Willow. Once upon a time Buffy used to be friends with the most popular guy in school, Spike Giles. But that was before he got his spotlight. Since then the two have barely spoken, and cant stand the sight of one another. Until Spike makes a bet with his friends that he can get Buffy to fall for him. What he doesn't plan, is that old feelings are brought back and he starts to fall for his childhood friend. The future of the existence of the two's relationship all relies on if Spike can keep the bet a secret. Will things turn out the way he wants? Or will he lose everything that makes him truly feel happy again?
Disclaimer: They all belong to Joss. Cept for Dean (and people like him), he's mine =o)
.:a/n:. I had put up the sequel to one of my other stories, True Love, but I took it down. I thought about it last night, and it seemed okay, but I realize I want to keep this story going. At least for as long as you like it. And please, have patience; they'll get back together. It just wouldn't be real if they got back together the second after he kissed her.
Thank you all for your reviews, I love 'em!
~~**~~
Buffy was in her room on her computer reading over the email Spike had sent her before. 'He told me he loved me. He said that we would work. How could he do this to me? How could he hurt me so much?' She rested her elbows on the desk and buried her face in her hands, a few tears escaping. The sound that she had received and email filled her ears, causing her to lift her head. 'What now? Did he take some pictures of him and Cordy and decide to cause me some more pain?' Buffy thought. She didn't plan on opening the email, but curiosity got to her and she found herself reading.
~ Buffy,
This worked the first time, so I figured, why not try again? I've tried talking to you, but you wont listen. You only let me get out a few words and already you've accused me of things. I know it looked bad luv, but it wasn't what you think. I didn't kiss Cordelia, she kissed me. And yeah, there is a difference. She sent me an email, which I thought to be from you, telling me to meet her there. I thought you wanted to talk. So I went. But when I got there, you weren't there, she was. I love you Buffy, and I'm sorry, I am. And I wont stop these attempts at getting you back until I do. We just started out, we deserve another chance. Ever since we stopped being friends, my life has only gone downhill. I miss your friendship Buffy, but this time around, I want it to be more. You probably wont forgive me, you've built walls, and I don't blame you luv, you've been through so much. But I know those things, that's what special. That poof 'Shane' doesn't know anything about you. He doesn't know when you lost your first and last tooth; he doesn't know why you cried when you lost Mr. Gordo (he doesn't even know Mr. Gordo exists), he wasn't there when you got your first of many A's and he wasn't there when you needed help spelling 'couch'. I was. That may not mean much to you pet, but it does to me. We have something many people would die for. And I know it takes more than a few sweet words to win you back. So I should stop typing, and start acting on my words.
Spike ~
Buffy could feel the wet liquid on her cheeks. She hadn't even known she'd started to cry. She was too caught up in Spike's letter. 'Why am I so confused? Is it stupid for me to want to get back with him after what he did? Or is it stupid for me to still be mad after him over something so little? Cordelia is the type of person to plan something like this . . . Maybe he wasn't lying when he said she kissed him, maybe she did plan this whole thing. Should I stop rebuilding my walls, and let Spike in?'
~~**~~
The doorbell rang and Spike stood up lazily to go answer it. He wasn't in the mood for company; he was trying to think of ways to get Buffy back. To make her understand that he loved her with all his heart. 'I'm bloody crazy,' he thought, shaking his head as he opened the door.
Buffy stood there, her clothes soaked from the newly falling rain. He looked her over, confused. He pinched his arm. 'I must be dreaming. Is Buffy really here?'
"I got your email," she said.
"My . . . My email, right. C-Come on in," he stuttered, moving aside so she could enter. "You're soaked."
"Nice observation Mr. Obvious."
"Follow me, I'll get you some clothes luv," Spike said, starting up the stairs.
Buffy followed him, glancing around as she walked. It had been years since she'd been in his house, but it hadn't changed. He opened the door to his room and the two went inside. The walls were a dark blue, the shelves filled with sports trophies, the walls covered in posters of cars and girls.
"Uh . . ." he said, searching through his drawer for a shirt. "Here." He passed her a black, button down shirt and she held it, waiting for him to leave. "Right, I'll just . . . Be downstairs."
~~**~~
Buffy looked up as Spike handed her a mug of hot chocolate. "Thank you," she said politely.
"You're welcome luv," he said, sitting down next to her on the sofa.
"Like I was saying before, I got your email. And I guess I can forgive you. It was all a trap, to pull you away from me. But I'm not going to let that happen anytime soon."
"You mean it?"
"Yeah, I do."
"I love you Buffy," he said, taking her hand and kissing her forehead.
"I love you too."
Summary: Buffy is the outcast at Sunnydale High. She's like by no one, except for her best friend Willow. Once upon a time Buffy used to be friends with the most popular guy in school, Spike Giles. But that was before he got his spotlight. Since then the two have barely spoken, and cant stand the sight of one another. Until Spike makes a bet with his friends that he can get Buffy to fall for him. What he doesn't plan, is that old feelings are brought back and he starts to fall for his childhood friend. The future of the existence of the two's relationship all relies on if Spike can keep the bet a secret. Will things turn out the way he wants? Or will he lose everything that makes him truly feel happy again?
Disclaimer: They all belong to Joss. Cept for Dean (and people like him), he's mine =o)
.:a/n:. I had put up the sequel to one of my other stories, True Love, but I took it down. I thought about it last night, and it seemed okay, but I realize I want to keep this story going. At least for as long as you like it. And please, have patience; they'll get back together. It just wouldn't be real if they got back together the second after he kissed her.
Thank you all for your reviews, I love 'em!
~~**~~
Buffy was in her room on her computer reading over the email Spike had sent her before. 'He told me he loved me. He said that we would work. How could he do this to me? How could he hurt me so much?' She rested her elbows on the desk and buried her face in her hands, a few tears escaping. The sound that she had received and email filled her ears, causing her to lift her head. 'What now? Did he take some pictures of him and Cordy and decide to cause me some more pain?' Buffy thought. She didn't plan on opening the email, but curiosity got to her and she found herself reading.
~ Buffy,
This worked the first time, so I figured, why not try again? I've tried talking to you, but you wont listen. You only let me get out a few words and already you've accused me of things. I know it looked bad luv, but it wasn't what you think. I didn't kiss Cordelia, she kissed me. And yeah, there is a difference. She sent me an email, which I thought to be from you, telling me to meet her there. I thought you wanted to talk. So I went. But when I got there, you weren't there, she was. I love you Buffy, and I'm sorry, I am. And I wont stop these attempts at getting you back until I do. We just started out, we deserve another chance. Ever since we stopped being friends, my life has only gone downhill. I miss your friendship Buffy, but this time around, I want it to be more. You probably wont forgive me, you've built walls, and I don't blame you luv, you've been through so much. But I know those things, that's what special. That poof 'Shane' doesn't know anything about you. He doesn't know when you lost your first and last tooth; he doesn't know why you cried when you lost Mr. Gordo (he doesn't even know Mr. Gordo exists), he wasn't there when you got your first of many A's and he wasn't there when you needed help spelling 'couch'. I was. That may not mean much to you pet, but it does to me. We have something many people would die for. And I know it takes more than a few sweet words to win you back. So I should stop typing, and start acting on my words.
Spike ~
Buffy could feel the wet liquid on her cheeks. She hadn't even known she'd started to cry. She was too caught up in Spike's letter. 'Why am I so confused? Is it stupid for me to want to get back with him after what he did? Or is it stupid for me to still be mad after him over something so little? Cordelia is the type of person to plan something like this . . . Maybe he wasn't lying when he said she kissed him, maybe she did plan this whole thing. Should I stop rebuilding my walls, and let Spike in?'
~~**~~
The doorbell rang and Spike stood up lazily to go answer it. He wasn't in the mood for company; he was trying to think of ways to get Buffy back. To make her understand that he loved her with all his heart. 'I'm bloody crazy,' he thought, shaking his head as he opened the door.
Buffy stood there, her clothes soaked from the newly falling rain. He looked her over, confused. He pinched his arm. 'I must be dreaming. Is Buffy really here?'
"I got your email," she said.
"My . . . My email, right. C-Come on in," he stuttered, moving aside so she could enter. "You're soaked."
"Nice observation Mr. Obvious."
"Follow me, I'll get you some clothes luv," Spike said, starting up the stairs.
Buffy followed him, glancing around as she walked. It had been years since she'd been in his house, but it hadn't changed. He opened the door to his room and the two went inside. The walls were a dark blue, the shelves filled with sports trophies, the walls covered in posters of cars and girls.
"Uh . . ." he said, searching through his drawer for a shirt. "Here." He passed her a black, button down shirt and she held it, waiting for him to leave. "Right, I'll just . . . Be downstairs."
~~**~~
Buffy looked up as Spike handed her a mug of hot chocolate. "Thank you," she said politely.
"You're welcome luv," he said, sitting down next to her on the sofa.
"Like I was saying before, I got your email. And I guess I can forgive you. It was all a trap, to pull you away from me. But I'm not going to let that happen anytime soon."
"You mean it?"
"Yeah, I do."
"I love you Buffy," he said, taking her hand and kissing her forehead.
"I love you too."