Two enemies meet on a peculiar moment.
Chapter 8
William and Dru were sitting on the porch of her house. They had been kissing and cuddling, Dru loved it. William was so not like Angel.
"I love you, Will."
He looked at her, amazed. She could understand it, she hadn't said it to him yet. She wasn't that fast anymore about showing her emotions.
"I was waiting for you to say that, luv. I love you too, so much!"
He took her in his arms and hugged her tight, he wasn't about to let go.
"You know, one of my friends made up a name for you." She laughed.
"Oh yeah?" He said as he planted small kisses along her jawline.
"He called you Spike."
He stopped the kissing and wrinkled his nose.
"Spike? Why Spike?"
"Because you like to follow me like a puppy." She laughed. "But you're a nice, big and protective puppy. It's an honour to have a nickname, you know."
"Do you have a nickname?"
"Luv or pet, it depends in what mood my boyfriend is in."
He laughed. "When he's with you, he's always in a good mood, luv." He looked briefly at his watch. "I'm sorry, pet, it's getting late. My aunt wants me home in time and I've scared her a few times already."
"See you tomorrow?"
"Of course. . . love you."
"Love you too. . . Spike."
He stuck out his tongue as he went to his car. He had borrowed the car of his uncle so he could drive home. He saw a girl walking along the street and found it strange she was walking on her own at this hour. Before he had a chance to think it through, he stopped.
"Miss, are you alright? Can I help you with something?"
"I'm. . . I'm lost."
She turned to face him and suddenly he recognised her. Buffy! The cheerleader didn't look too good. Her dress was dirty and her make-up smeared, probably from wiping tears away. He couldn't help but feel sorry for her.
"Let me give you a lift, cheerleader."
"No! Angel doesn't like you. If he knew I spoke to you he'd freak."
"So he'd rather have a dead girlfriend. Come on, luv, get in the car."
Despite his words, his voice was gentle and she obliged. She sat silently next to him.
"Where to?"
"Rodello Drive."
"You're in luck, I actually know the way to that street."
"Hm."
She was staring out the window and refused to look at him. He didn't think much of it until he heard her obvious attempts to avoid crying.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing."
"You'll fell better when you tell someone."
"Yeah, anyone but you."
"Geez cheerleader, still got that stick up your arse? I'm the one trying to help you, remember? It wouldn't hurt you to be friendly."
"Yes, it would." Came the quiet answer.
"What?"
"I mean, not physically, but when Angel gets upset he is harsh to everyone, especially me. He calls me dumb or stupid, great bod no brains. . ."
"I'm sorry to hear that."
"Yeah right. You'll get a good laugh out of this together with your friends."
"I don't laugh at somebody else's pain, luv."
He stopped at Rodello Drive.
"Your house?"
"Over there."
They reached the house and he stopped the car.
"Thanks for the ride. I owe you."
"Juts buy me a beer some time, when your boyfriend isn't looking."
Buffy got worked up before she realised it was meant as a joke and smiled.
"Sure."
He hesitated a second and then put his hand lightly on hers.
"Are you going to be okay?"
"Yeah, no worries."
"Good. See you at school."
"See ya."
She watched as he disappeared and broke in tears. How could someone be so nice while other men were such jerks?
Chapter 8
William and Dru were sitting on the porch of her house. They had been kissing and cuddling, Dru loved it. William was so not like Angel.
"I love you, Will."
He looked at her, amazed. She could understand it, she hadn't said it to him yet. She wasn't that fast anymore about showing her emotions.
"I was waiting for you to say that, luv. I love you too, so much!"
He took her in his arms and hugged her tight, he wasn't about to let go.
"You know, one of my friends made up a name for you." She laughed.
"Oh yeah?" He said as he planted small kisses along her jawline.
"He called you Spike."
He stopped the kissing and wrinkled his nose.
"Spike? Why Spike?"
"Because you like to follow me like a puppy." She laughed. "But you're a nice, big and protective puppy. It's an honour to have a nickname, you know."
"Do you have a nickname?"
"Luv or pet, it depends in what mood my boyfriend is in."
He laughed. "When he's with you, he's always in a good mood, luv." He looked briefly at his watch. "I'm sorry, pet, it's getting late. My aunt wants me home in time and I've scared her a few times already."
"See you tomorrow?"
"Of course. . . love you."
"Love you too. . . Spike."
He stuck out his tongue as he went to his car. He had borrowed the car of his uncle so he could drive home. He saw a girl walking along the street and found it strange she was walking on her own at this hour. Before he had a chance to think it through, he stopped.
"Miss, are you alright? Can I help you with something?"
"I'm. . . I'm lost."
She turned to face him and suddenly he recognised her. Buffy! The cheerleader didn't look too good. Her dress was dirty and her make-up smeared, probably from wiping tears away. He couldn't help but feel sorry for her.
"Let me give you a lift, cheerleader."
"No! Angel doesn't like you. If he knew I spoke to you he'd freak."
"So he'd rather have a dead girlfriend. Come on, luv, get in the car."
Despite his words, his voice was gentle and she obliged. She sat silently next to him.
"Where to?"
"Rodello Drive."
"You're in luck, I actually know the way to that street."
"Hm."
She was staring out the window and refused to look at him. He didn't think much of it until he heard her obvious attempts to avoid crying.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing."
"You'll fell better when you tell someone."
"Yeah, anyone but you."
"Geez cheerleader, still got that stick up your arse? I'm the one trying to help you, remember? It wouldn't hurt you to be friendly."
"Yes, it would." Came the quiet answer.
"What?"
"I mean, not physically, but when Angel gets upset he is harsh to everyone, especially me. He calls me dumb or stupid, great bod no brains. . ."
"I'm sorry to hear that."
"Yeah right. You'll get a good laugh out of this together with your friends."
"I don't laugh at somebody else's pain, luv."
He stopped at Rodello Drive.
"Your house?"
"Over there."
They reached the house and he stopped the car.
"Thanks for the ride. I owe you."
"Juts buy me a beer some time, when your boyfriend isn't looking."
Buffy got worked up before she realised it was meant as a joke and smiled.
"Sure."
He hesitated a second and then put his hand lightly on hers.
"Are you going to be okay?"
"Yeah, no worries."
"Good. See you at school."
"See ya."
She watched as he disappeared and broke in tears. How could someone be so nice while other men were such jerks?