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)
~~**~~
Spike had offered to drive Buffy and Willow to her house, but she had told him they wanted to walk. They needed some time to talk without interruptions like Dean, or Spike.
"So, details," Willow said, looking over at her friend.
"There's not much to tell. I mean, last night we talked and we decided we wanted to at least try. We just have this connection, its bizarre. And today, I thought for sure it was over. Everyone gave us these looks. His friends were smiling though, when we walked by. I don't see what was funny about him leaving them for me. Or more them leaving him cause of me. But his friends are jerks, so it could have been a number of things." She was silent for a minute. "So, what about you and Christian? Actual new news. How did a simple dance become so much more?"
"We did more than dance," Willow said, bumping into her friend's shoulder. "But we clicked, like you said. There's just something about him. I can't get him off my mind. I've never gave into a guy like this before."
"Gave in? You're not giving in; you're falling in love. It's not something that you should think negative about."
"Who are you and where is the real Buffy?"
"What?"
"Since when are you all for love? You've always been the negative one. I've been the one telling you that there's someone waiting for you."
"I guess . . . I don't know . . . I changed my opinions and outlooks on things. Things like love."
"Good. That's a good thing. Its good to be positive."
"I suppose," Buffy said. "But it cramps my style."
"Your old style. You have a new style now. And that calls for a new wardrobe to reflect it. We're going shopping," Willow said, walking up the Summers driveway. "My brother will drive us."
"Not to ruin the moment, but we don't have a car. And who says I want to change my look just because I've changed my attitude?"
"You know you want to. I'm Willow. I can see it all over your face. Now, the car issue. We'll . . . walk."
"Walk?" she sighed.
"It'll be fun. And it's not as long as you think."
"What about money? We cant just take things."
"You've got your bankcard, correct?" Buffy nodded. "Then problem solved."
~~**~~
"Oh this would look so perfect on you Buffy," Willow said, holding up a white v-neck capsleeve shirt.
"You think?" Buffy asked, raising an eyebrow. "Its white. The total opposite of me."
"But you think its cute, don't you?"
"Sort of. . . Okay, yeah, yeah I do think it's cute. Am I a bad person?"
Willow laughed. "Cause you like a shirt?"
"Cause I'm changed my look for a guy."
"This isn't about Spike. This is about you and your new attitude. Well in some ways it is. But only because you've been all positive outlooky since you've gotten with him. Not in a sexual way . . . Unless you have and didn't tell me."
"Of course I didn't Will. And I was positive before Spike . . . I just didn't show it."
"Riiiiight. Now go try this on. I'll be looking for a pair of jeans while you're doing so," Willow said before walking away.
A few minutes later, after Buffy had thoroughly examined the shirt she was wearing, she stepped out of the dressing room to find her friend. She liked the shirt; she thought it fit every part of her just right. Like it was made for her body.
She spotted Willow checking the price tag of a pair of pants and quietly as possible, yelled her name. Willow turned her head and started over in her friend's direction, a pair of jeans resting on her arm.
"Buffy that looks amazing. You're getting it right? Please tell me yes."
"I . . . Yes. I'm getting it only if I can find something to wear with it."
"Try these," she said, handing her a pair of dark denim five pocket jeans. "I think it's a match made in heaven."
Buffy disappeared into the small room and seconds later reappeared. She walked over to her friend and smiled.
"Am I blind or is this totally cute?"
"I can't believe you just said totally and cute in the same sentence," Willow said. "You're right though. There's no way in hell I'm letting you leave this store without those clothes. Hopefully we'll find clothes as good as these in the other stores."
"Hopefully," Buffy said, walking with her friend to the cash. 'Its hard to believe after so long of wearing depressing clothes, I'm finally being re- introduced to colour. I just hope Spike likes it as much as I do.'
~~**~~
When the day was over, Buffy, with the help of Willow, had found a few new outfits. Ones that didn't scream "Freak" or "Depressed" but shouted "Sexy" and "Happy". And she was happy. She was finally letting herself be the girl she used to be. She had finally reunited with her old friend. There wasn't anything else she wanted.
"Want me to stay the night?" Willow asked as the two sat down on the sofa. "I'm not inviting myself. Unless you want me to."
"I think that'd be a perfect way to end a perfect day," Buffy said.
"I don't think there's been one second that you haven't smiled today. I'm glad to see you happy Buff. You deserve it."
"Thanks. Now, how about we change, get some ice cream and talk about Christian some more."
"Is there anything else to tell?" Willow asked. "I think I've spilled every single detail possible. And I mean every."
"You're probably right. Change of plans. We get changed; get some ice cream and talk about . . . How to get your brother an apartment," Buffy laughed.
"Sounds like a fun time."
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)
~~**~~
Spike had offered to drive Buffy and Willow to her house, but she had told him they wanted to walk. They needed some time to talk without interruptions like Dean, or Spike.
"So, details," Willow said, looking over at her friend.
"There's not much to tell. I mean, last night we talked and we decided we wanted to at least try. We just have this connection, its bizarre. And today, I thought for sure it was over. Everyone gave us these looks. His friends were smiling though, when we walked by. I don't see what was funny about him leaving them for me. Or more them leaving him cause of me. But his friends are jerks, so it could have been a number of things." She was silent for a minute. "So, what about you and Christian? Actual new news. How did a simple dance become so much more?"
"We did more than dance," Willow said, bumping into her friend's shoulder. "But we clicked, like you said. There's just something about him. I can't get him off my mind. I've never gave into a guy like this before."
"Gave in? You're not giving in; you're falling in love. It's not something that you should think negative about."
"Who are you and where is the real Buffy?"
"What?"
"Since when are you all for love? You've always been the negative one. I've been the one telling you that there's someone waiting for you."
"I guess . . . I don't know . . . I changed my opinions and outlooks on things. Things like love."
"Good. That's a good thing. Its good to be positive."
"I suppose," Buffy said. "But it cramps my style."
"Your old style. You have a new style now. And that calls for a new wardrobe to reflect it. We're going shopping," Willow said, walking up the Summers driveway. "My brother will drive us."
"Not to ruin the moment, but we don't have a car. And who says I want to change my look just because I've changed my attitude?"
"You know you want to. I'm Willow. I can see it all over your face. Now, the car issue. We'll . . . walk."
"Walk?" she sighed.
"It'll be fun. And it's not as long as you think."
"What about money? We cant just take things."
"You've got your bankcard, correct?" Buffy nodded. "Then problem solved."
~~**~~
"Oh this would look so perfect on you Buffy," Willow said, holding up a white v-neck capsleeve shirt.
"You think?" Buffy asked, raising an eyebrow. "Its white. The total opposite of me."
"But you think its cute, don't you?"
"Sort of. . . Okay, yeah, yeah I do think it's cute. Am I a bad person?"
Willow laughed. "Cause you like a shirt?"
"Cause I'm changed my look for a guy."
"This isn't about Spike. This is about you and your new attitude. Well in some ways it is. But only because you've been all positive outlooky since you've gotten with him. Not in a sexual way . . . Unless you have and didn't tell me."
"Of course I didn't Will. And I was positive before Spike . . . I just didn't show it."
"Riiiiight. Now go try this on. I'll be looking for a pair of jeans while you're doing so," Willow said before walking away.
A few minutes later, after Buffy had thoroughly examined the shirt she was wearing, she stepped out of the dressing room to find her friend. She liked the shirt; she thought it fit every part of her just right. Like it was made for her body.
She spotted Willow checking the price tag of a pair of pants and quietly as possible, yelled her name. Willow turned her head and started over in her friend's direction, a pair of jeans resting on her arm.
"Buffy that looks amazing. You're getting it right? Please tell me yes."
"I . . . Yes. I'm getting it only if I can find something to wear with it."
"Try these," she said, handing her a pair of dark denim five pocket jeans. "I think it's a match made in heaven."
Buffy disappeared into the small room and seconds later reappeared. She walked over to her friend and smiled.
"Am I blind or is this totally cute?"
"I can't believe you just said totally and cute in the same sentence," Willow said. "You're right though. There's no way in hell I'm letting you leave this store without those clothes. Hopefully we'll find clothes as good as these in the other stores."
"Hopefully," Buffy said, walking with her friend to the cash. 'Its hard to believe after so long of wearing depressing clothes, I'm finally being re- introduced to colour. I just hope Spike likes it as much as I do.'
~~**~~
When the day was over, Buffy, with the help of Willow, had found a few new outfits. Ones that didn't scream "Freak" or "Depressed" but shouted "Sexy" and "Happy". And she was happy. She was finally letting herself be the girl she used to be. She had finally reunited with her old friend. There wasn't anything else she wanted.
"Want me to stay the night?" Willow asked as the two sat down on the sofa. "I'm not inviting myself. Unless you want me to."
"I think that'd be a perfect way to end a perfect day," Buffy said.
"I don't think there's been one second that you haven't smiled today. I'm glad to see you happy Buff. You deserve it."
"Thanks. Now, how about we change, get some ice cream and talk about Christian some more."
"Is there anything else to tell?" Willow asked. "I think I've spilled every single detail possible. And I mean every."
"You're probably right. Change of plans. We get changed; get some ice cream and talk about . . . How to get your brother an apartment," Buffy laughed.
"Sounds like a fun time."