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:. Do you guys want me to stop this story? Cause I will if you do. I mean I like writing it and stuff, but I don't have to post it or write anymore if you guys don't want it and think its going downhill. You can check out chinnymcchinnerson story that's a rewrite of this if you want something different. Or if you have any suggestions, or want to take over this story and make it better, feel free to tell me in a review.
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The weekend came and Buffy, Spike, Willow, Christian and Jason were all on their way to the cottage. Buffy looked over at Spike and smiled when he took her hand in his.
"So your mum's lettin' you go pet," Spike said. "She knows I'm going right?"
Buffy laughed. "Yes. She thinks very highly of you William. You know that."
"What is this crap?" Jason asked from the back.
"It's the Sex Pistols," Buffy said. "Spike's music."
"The Sex Pistols?" he laughed.
"Don't diss them till you've heard 'em," Spike said.
"I've heard enough. Hey Buff, can ya turn on the radio?" Jason asked. "Please."
Buffy reached out her hand to turn it off, but Spike hit her gently. "My car, my music. You don't like it, hit the road."
"He has a point," Buffy said. "Just plug your ears and think of a happy place. Or talk to the two lovebirds."
Jason looked over at Willow and Christian who were shamelessly making out right beside him. He leaned back in his seat and looked out the window, closing his eyes. 'A happy place,' he thought. 'L.A.'
"So how long is this drive anyway?" Buffy asked. "Do you even know where we're going? It looks like the middle of nowhere to me."
"What'd you expect? Hollywood? O' course it's the middle of no where pet, it's the sticks."
"Sticks?" She let out a small giggle and he looked over at her and smiled. "I didn't know you spoke camper."
"I wasn't always a stuck up kid, y'know," Spike said. "I spent a great deal of my time up here."
"So I remember." She rested her head on the window. It was warm from the sun, but not so hot she had to pull away. Closing her eyes, she felt herself drift off into a sleep.
~~**~~
When Buffy woke up, the car was coming to a stop. Looking out her window, she saw a log cabin just a few feet away from them surrounded by trees. There was a river running along the back of it, just down a steep hill. She had been here before. A few years ago, one summer with Spike and his family. They had invited him down, and she could remember how happy she was. The smell of his mother's pancakes when they woke up, and his dad always outside working. It was one of the best summer's of her life.
"We're here guys," Buffy said, opening the door and getting out. She walked over to the cottage and stood just before the steps started, her hands stuck in her back pocket. "Its just like I remember it."
"That a good thing luv?" Spike asked, coming up behind her and sliding his arms around her waist.
"Very good thing."
"How many bedrooms does this thing have? Looks kinda small," Jason said, walking up beside them.
"Two. But there's a pull out sofa that one of us can take," Spike said, taking Buffy's hand.
The two walked up the stairs and inside. The kitchen was to your right. There wasn't much in there, except for an oven, a fridge, a counter and a small table that seated four.
The biggest bedroom was to the left, with a king sized bed covered in white sheets and a beige comforter. It only had one small dresser beside it, a mirror attached to it. The carpet that covered the floor was a beigey brown colour and had definitely seen many years.
Beside that was the second bedroom. It used to be Spike's. The walls were a dark blue, and even though he had no siblings, he slept in a bunk bed. The carpet was the same that was in his parents' bedroom, beige and old. There was a dresser next to the bed, and on top of it were a pile of comics.
Buffy smiled as they walked past the bedrooms and into the open area. To the right was the living room. Consisting of two sofas, and two shares. Both old furniture from his parents' old apartment. To the left, was the bigger dinning room. A long brown table with six chairs.
"Small, but quaint," Willow said, walking inside, hand in hand with Christian. "I like it."
"'S not bad," Christian said.
"Now. About rooms," Buffy said. "I think its only fair that since this is Spike's cottage, he gets the big bedroom. And since I'm his girlfriend, I get it too. The bunk bed room. . . Hmm . . ."
"We can share with Jason," Willow said. "Me and Christian really only need one bed. And the bottom looks big enough for both of us."
"Not that we need much room for two," Christian said, leaning down and kissing her.
"Thanks, but I like sleep," Jason said. "You said something about a pullout sofa? Sounds like home to me."
"You sure?" Willow asked.
"Positive. You two lovers can have the room all to yourself. No complaints."
"Shall we unpack?" Buffy asked. "Then we can get to the fun stuff."
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.:a/n:. I was gonna write more. But since I don't know if you guys want it or not, I just put this much up.
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:. Do you guys want me to stop this story? Cause I will if you do. I mean I like writing it and stuff, but I don't have to post it or write anymore if you guys don't want it and think its going downhill. You can check out chinnymcchinnerson story that's a rewrite of this if you want something different. Or if you have any suggestions, or want to take over this story and make it better, feel free to tell me in a review.
~~**~~
The weekend came and Buffy, Spike, Willow, Christian and Jason were all on their way to the cottage. Buffy looked over at Spike and smiled when he took her hand in his.
"So your mum's lettin' you go pet," Spike said. "She knows I'm going right?"
Buffy laughed. "Yes. She thinks very highly of you William. You know that."
"What is this crap?" Jason asked from the back.
"It's the Sex Pistols," Buffy said. "Spike's music."
"The Sex Pistols?" he laughed.
"Don't diss them till you've heard 'em," Spike said.
"I've heard enough. Hey Buff, can ya turn on the radio?" Jason asked. "Please."
Buffy reached out her hand to turn it off, but Spike hit her gently. "My car, my music. You don't like it, hit the road."
"He has a point," Buffy said. "Just plug your ears and think of a happy place. Or talk to the two lovebirds."
Jason looked over at Willow and Christian who were shamelessly making out right beside him. He leaned back in his seat and looked out the window, closing his eyes. 'A happy place,' he thought. 'L.A.'
"So how long is this drive anyway?" Buffy asked. "Do you even know where we're going? It looks like the middle of nowhere to me."
"What'd you expect? Hollywood? O' course it's the middle of no where pet, it's the sticks."
"Sticks?" She let out a small giggle and he looked over at her and smiled. "I didn't know you spoke camper."
"I wasn't always a stuck up kid, y'know," Spike said. "I spent a great deal of my time up here."
"So I remember." She rested her head on the window. It was warm from the sun, but not so hot she had to pull away. Closing her eyes, she felt herself drift off into a sleep.
~~**~~
When Buffy woke up, the car was coming to a stop. Looking out her window, she saw a log cabin just a few feet away from them surrounded by trees. There was a river running along the back of it, just down a steep hill. She had been here before. A few years ago, one summer with Spike and his family. They had invited him down, and she could remember how happy she was. The smell of his mother's pancakes when they woke up, and his dad always outside working. It was one of the best summer's of her life.
"We're here guys," Buffy said, opening the door and getting out. She walked over to the cottage and stood just before the steps started, her hands stuck in her back pocket. "Its just like I remember it."
"That a good thing luv?" Spike asked, coming up behind her and sliding his arms around her waist.
"Very good thing."
"How many bedrooms does this thing have? Looks kinda small," Jason said, walking up beside them.
"Two. But there's a pull out sofa that one of us can take," Spike said, taking Buffy's hand.
The two walked up the stairs and inside. The kitchen was to your right. There wasn't much in there, except for an oven, a fridge, a counter and a small table that seated four.
The biggest bedroom was to the left, with a king sized bed covered in white sheets and a beige comforter. It only had one small dresser beside it, a mirror attached to it. The carpet that covered the floor was a beigey brown colour and had definitely seen many years.
Beside that was the second bedroom. It used to be Spike's. The walls were a dark blue, and even though he had no siblings, he slept in a bunk bed. The carpet was the same that was in his parents' bedroom, beige and old. There was a dresser next to the bed, and on top of it were a pile of comics.
Buffy smiled as they walked past the bedrooms and into the open area. To the right was the living room. Consisting of two sofas, and two shares. Both old furniture from his parents' old apartment. To the left, was the bigger dinning room. A long brown table with six chairs.
"Small, but quaint," Willow said, walking inside, hand in hand with Christian. "I like it."
"'S not bad," Christian said.
"Now. About rooms," Buffy said. "I think its only fair that since this is Spike's cottage, he gets the big bedroom. And since I'm his girlfriend, I get it too. The bunk bed room. . . Hmm . . ."
"We can share with Jason," Willow said. "Me and Christian really only need one bed. And the bottom looks big enough for both of us."
"Not that we need much room for two," Christian said, leaning down and kissing her.
"Thanks, but I like sleep," Jason said. "You said something about a pullout sofa? Sounds like home to me."
"You sure?" Willow asked.
"Positive. You two lovers can have the room all to yourself. No complaints."
"Shall we unpack?" Buffy asked. "Then we can get to the fun stuff."
~~**~~
.:a/n:. I was gonna write more. But since I don't know if you guys want it or not, I just put this much up.