Title: The Bet
Summary: Buffy is the outcast at Sunnydale High. She's liked 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:. chinnymcchinnerson, don't be sorry. I don't mind that you wrote a rewrite of this story. I wasn't trying to be mean, sorry. Also thanks to Kari and Aseret. You guys are so nice =)
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Buffy sat at the table with Spike and Jason in the small restaurant. She contently licked at her chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream as she watched Willow and Christian searching through the songs on the jukebox. Buffy looked over at Jason and when she saw that him and Spike had stopped talking, she started.
"Hey Jase, I was meaning to ask you something."
"What's up?" he asked, resting his arms on the table.
"You know how you said you were moving back to L.A soon?"
He nodded.
"When I asked my mom about it, she had no idea what I was talking about. Are you sure you weren't just dreaming? I know that you wouldn't make something like that up, but I'm just curious. I wanna get it straight," Buffy said.
"Its not a certain thing yet," Jason said. "He probably just didn't want to tell her about something that may not even happen."
"Oh. Then why'd you tell me?"
"Moment thing," he said.
"Oh." Buffy looked up when Willow and Christian returned from the jukebox. They had left with some song unknown to Buffy playing.
Willow looked from one face to the other before saying something. "And now I'd like to introduce a little thing called verbal communication."
"Why don't we go back to the cottage?" Spike asked.
"And do?" Buffy asked, snuggling up to him.
"Whatever you want," he said, kissing her lips gently.
"What you do behind closed doors should be left there. With a big huge lock on it," Jason said.
"You wouldn't be saying that if your girlfriend was here," Christian said. "We could find you a replacement."
"Thanks, but I prefer the living," Jason said, angered by what he said. He loved Chloe. No way he would cheat on her. Just like he knew she would never do it to him.
"Leave it," Spike said, interrupting the two. "Don't get worked up over nothing mate."
"Lets just go back to the cottage," Buffy said, standing. The mood between all of them had changed. Before it was all about friendship and having fun. But now there was this unspoken hate lingering in the air.
"You guys go," Jason said. "I'm gonna stick around here for a bit. I'll find my way back."
"Jase . . ." Willow said.
"No, I'm fine. I'll get a way back. Don't worry about me. I always have the aid of my cell phone incase I get helplessly lost."
Willow rose to stand up next to Christian. He wrapped his arm around her waist and she gently ruffled up the hair on top of Jason's head before leaving the restaurant. Buffy was more hesitant to leave him. If anything happened to him, she wouldn't be able to forgive herself. But he was sixteen, old enough to make his own choices. If he didn't want to go back, there was no way that they could force him. Sighing, she stood up, followed by Spike.
"He didn't mean it like how it sounded," Buffy said. "He was just saying that maybe you should move on, you know, find someone else."
"I don't want anyone else. I love Chloe. I do," he said, sounding as if he was trying to make himself believe it.
Buffy just nodded before taking Spike's hand and going out to the car. She slid into the front seat next to Spike and he waited for a second, to see if Jason had changed his mind, before taking off out of the parking lot.
"He'll be fine," Spike reassured. "He's a big boy. Capable of taking care of himself."
"I know. But he could be like . . . My brother. I just feel like I need to look out for him," Buffy said. "It sounds dumb, I know." She rested her head on the window, staring at the passing scenery as they drove along the road.
"No, it doesn't. Sounds like you."
Buffy smiled. "He didn't mean what he said Chris," she said, glancing back at him.
"Whatever," Chris shrugged. "I'm used to it."
Shortly after, they reached the cottage. Willow and Christian disappeared into the house, while Buffy and Spike decided to go down by the river that ran along the back. The hill was steep, and when Buffy could feel herself about to fall, Spike would catch her just before she did.
They had been through a lot together. They'd hurt each other a lot. But Buffy found herself trusting Spike more than any other person she knew. Even when she didn't want to, she couldn't help but trust him.
They reached the bottom of the hill, and the ground was beginning to get wetter. The water was only a few feet away from them, and the two climbed up onto the small dock (.:a/n:. you know those little wooden floating things . . .). Buffy sat down, took of her shoes/socks and let her legs dangle over the side. Spike sat down beside her and did the same.
The water was cool on her feet, but after a while, she got used to it and it got warmer. She looked over at Spike who was staring down into the river.
"There isn't anything down there I should be scared of is there?" Buffy asked, lifting her feet slightly.
"Nothing deadly," Spike said, smiling.
Buffy rested her head on his shoulder and let out a deep sigh. He turned his head, looking down at her and she brought her hand up and placed it on his face. He leaned in and kissed her softly on the lips. The kiss grew more passionate, and Spike started to place his hand on her hip when she pulled away from him and quickly pushed him into the water.
Doubling over with laughter, Buffy suddenly stopped when she realized that Spike hadn't come up for air yet. Panicked, she stood up and started to yell his name.
"Spike! Spike this isn't funny. Sp-." She was interrupted when someone pushed her from behind, knocking her into the water. Coming up for air, Buffy ran her fingers through her now soaked hair and looked up at the raft. "I'm gonna kill you," she said when she saw Spike standing there, laughing at her.
"Not so funny when you're the one in the water, is it luv?"
Buffy swam over to where he was and pulled herself back on. She stood up, her clothes dripping wet and playfully shoved him.
"You're so mean," she pouted.
"Me? You're the one who pushed me first pet. You deserved what you got."
"Look at me, I looked like a wet cat," Buffy said, shaking her arms, water dripping off of her.
"It is pretty funny."
Buffy just pushed past him and headed up to the cottage, slipping on the steep hill as she went. Once up top, she looked back down at him, still standing by the water before turning and heading inside to change.
Summary: Buffy is the outcast at Sunnydale High. She's liked 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:. chinnymcchinnerson, don't be sorry. I don't mind that you wrote a rewrite of this story. I wasn't trying to be mean, sorry. Also thanks to Kari and Aseret. You guys are so nice =)
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Buffy sat at the table with Spike and Jason in the small restaurant. She contently licked at her chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream as she watched Willow and Christian searching through the songs on the jukebox. Buffy looked over at Jason and when she saw that him and Spike had stopped talking, she started.
"Hey Jase, I was meaning to ask you something."
"What's up?" he asked, resting his arms on the table.
"You know how you said you were moving back to L.A soon?"
He nodded.
"When I asked my mom about it, she had no idea what I was talking about. Are you sure you weren't just dreaming? I know that you wouldn't make something like that up, but I'm just curious. I wanna get it straight," Buffy said.
"Its not a certain thing yet," Jason said. "He probably just didn't want to tell her about something that may not even happen."
"Oh. Then why'd you tell me?"
"Moment thing," he said.
"Oh." Buffy looked up when Willow and Christian returned from the jukebox. They had left with some song unknown to Buffy playing.
Willow looked from one face to the other before saying something. "And now I'd like to introduce a little thing called verbal communication."
"Why don't we go back to the cottage?" Spike asked.
"And do?" Buffy asked, snuggling up to him.
"Whatever you want," he said, kissing her lips gently.
"What you do behind closed doors should be left there. With a big huge lock on it," Jason said.
"You wouldn't be saying that if your girlfriend was here," Christian said. "We could find you a replacement."
"Thanks, but I prefer the living," Jason said, angered by what he said. He loved Chloe. No way he would cheat on her. Just like he knew she would never do it to him.
"Leave it," Spike said, interrupting the two. "Don't get worked up over nothing mate."
"Lets just go back to the cottage," Buffy said, standing. The mood between all of them had changed. Before it was all about friendship and having fun. But now there was this unspoken hate lingering in the air.
"You guys go," Jason said. "I'm gonna stick around here for a bit. I'll find my way back."
"Jase . . ." Willow said.
"No, I'm fine. I'll get a way back. Don't worry about me. I always have the aid of my cell phone incase I get helplessly lost."
Willow rose to stand up next to Christian. He wrapped his arm around her waist and she gently ruffled up the hair on top of Jason's head before leaving the restaurant. Buffy was more hesitant to leave him. If anything happened to him, she wouldn't be able to forgive herself. But he was sixteen, old enough to make his own choices. If he didn't want to go back, there was no way that they could force him. Sighing, she stood up, followed by Spike.
"He didn't mean it like how it sounded," Buffy said. "He was just saying that maybe you should move on, you know, find someone else."
"I don't want anyone else. I love Chloe. I do," he said, sounding as if he was trying to make himself believe it.
Buffy just nodded before taking Spike's hand and going out to the car. She slid into the front seat next to Spike and he waited for a second, to see if Jason had changed his mind, before taking off out of the parking lot.
"He'll be fine," Spike reassured. "He's a big boy. Capable of taking care of himself."
"I know. But he could be like . . . My brother. I just feel like I need to look out for him," Buffy said. "It sounds dumb, I know." She rested her head on the window, staring at the passing scenery as they drove along the road.
"No, it doesn't. Sounds like you."
Buffy smiled. "He didn't mean what he said Chris," she said, glancing back at him.
"Whatever," Chris shrugged. "I'm used to it."
Shortly after, they reached the cottage. Willow and Christian disappeared into the house, while Buffy and Spike decided to go down by the river that ran along the back. The hill was steep, and when Buffy could feel herself about to fall, Spike would catch her just before she did.
They had been through a lot together. They'd hurt each other a lot. But Buffy found herself trusting Spike more than any other person she knew. Even when she didn't want to, she couldn't help but trust him.
They reached the bottom of the hill, and the ground was beginning to get wetter. The water was only a few feet away from them, and the two climbed up onto the small dock (.:a/n:. you know those little wooden floating things . . .). Buffy sat down, took of her shoes/socks and let her legs dangle over the side. Spike sat down beside her and did the same.
The water was cool on her feet, but after a while, she got used to it and it got warmer. She looked over at Spike who was staring down into the river.
"There isn't anything down there I should be scared of is there?" Buffy asked, lifting her feet slightly.
"Nothing deadly," Spike said, smiling.
Buffy rested her head on his shoulder and let out a deep sigh. He turned his head, looking down at her and she brought her hand up and placed it on his face. He leaned in and kissed her softly on the lips. The kiss grew more passionate, and Spike started to place his hand on her hip when she pulled away from him and quickly pushed him into the water.
Doubling over with laughter, Buffy suddenly stopped when she realized that Spike hadn't come up for air yet. Panicked, she stood up and started to yell his name.
"Spike! Spike this isn't funny. Sp-." She was interrupted when someone pushed her from behind, knocking her into the water. Coming up for air, Buffy ran her fingers through her now soaked hair and looked up at the raft. "I'm gonna kill you," she said when she saw Spike standing there, laughing at her.
"Not so funny when you're the one in the water, is it luv?"
Buffy swam over to where he was and pulled herself back on. She stood up, her clothes dripping wet and playfully shoved him.
"You're so mean," she pouted.
"Me? You're the one who pushed me first pet. You deserved what you got."
"Look at me, I looked like a wet cat," Buffy said, shaking her arms, water dripping off of her.
"It is pretty funny."
Buffy just pushed past him and headed up to the cottage, slipping on the steep hill as she went. Once up top, she looked back down at him, still standing by the water before turning and heading inside to change.