Chapter One: Waffle House Miracle
(Present Time Again, September 28th)
It was finally Buffy's birthday. That morning, Buffy, Cordelia and Willow had skipped school to pack for the move. They couldn't take much, only one bag apiece. First, they had gone to Buffy's house. Buffy had packed her most favorite items and her most favorite clothes, knowing that she wouldn't be able to go shopping for much in a long time.
She had brought Mr. Gordo, her stuffed pig, her diary, her CD player and CDs, and a picture of her and her mother. She had known she couldn't pack many clothes, so she wore the only pair of jeans she would bring. She had brought light T-shirts and tank tops, a single sweatshirt, and her pajamas. She had also packed her make-up/jewelry box. She had thrown them all in her Nike duffel bag.
Then they had walked over to Willow's house, which was only a few houses down from Buffy's, to pack her belongings. She had chosen some basic clothes, her witchcraft books and some expensive witchy things that she had bought in the past.
Next was Cordy's. Of course, she had refused to part with most of her expensive apparel and make-up and general appearance products, including her shower, hair, and nail accessories and, of course, her jewelry. They had hidden their packed bags underneath the front porch of Cordy's house.
At seven o'clock, while Cordy's parents were at Wednesday night Church service, Buffy, Willow, and Cordelia grabbed their bags and caught a ride with a classmate to the bus station.
"Three tickets to LA," Buffy asked the ticket master. He handed her three bus tickets in exchange for her cash.
"The bus will be leaving in 15 minutes, ma'am, so you may want to go ahead and board." He pointed in the direction of the bus. Buffy nodded politely.
"Willow, Cordy - it's not too late to turn back. You can stay. Because you know, my life happens to, on occasion, suck beyond the telling of it. You may not wanna get the Buffy-esque agony that comes along with." Willow looked over at Buffy.
"Oh, and let our best have the time of her life away from home? Yeah right! Besides, it's not like I wanna stay with my parents either! I mean, it's definitely no Buffy-esque agony there, but my parents hate that I'm not of the Jewish persuasion anymore. They can't stand that I'm all into Wicca and stuff."
"Yeah well, Wiccan stuff is kinda creepy, Willow," Cordelia admitted, "but, we love you anyway. As for you Buff. You know I've been dying to live in LA, and hey! Why not throw in my two best friends to go with me?"
Buffy laughed. "Thank God for that. I'd hate to leave you two behind." She hugged her best friends.
"And I'd hate to be left behind! That already happens enough when I'm right next to both of you guys," Willow said, referring to her lack of 'in the loop'-ness. Everyone giggled.
(After they arrive in LA)
"Oooh!" Willow squealed as they walked the streets of LA. "Waffle House! I love Waffle House. It's so waffley and yet nothing like a house." Letting Willow have the choice of dinner that night, the three girls walked inside and sat down in one of the booths.
The waitress came up to them and asked what they wanted. Buffy ordered a waffle and a coffee, Cordy ordered a water (not really liking the whole Waffle House idea), and Willow ordered eggs and grits.
Just then three guys walked in. They all had a similar look to them, but had their own unique appearance. The first one was tall and had dark brown hair and brown eyes. Then there was the one with bleached blonde hair and a tough look to him. He was wearing dark blue jeans, a black button up shirt (unbuttoned), and a black leather duster. He had 'big' and 'bad' written all over his black finger nails. The other one, who seemed tamer than the former had spikey hair and a light complexion. He was wearing a shirt that said "Dingoes Ate My Baby". How animalistic, Willow thought. Although she would admit that she definitely found him attractive.
Buffy looked where Willow's eyes lead, and she saw the threesome walking in. She looked back at Willow and realized that she wasn't looking at the entire bunch, just the short one with spikey hair. "Does something strike Willow's fancy?" Buffy giggled.
Willow looked at Buffy, blushing profusely. Cordy looked over to the boy. "You should go talk to him! I mean, he's obviously not my taste," Cordy said with a close to gross expression, "but I'm sure he's okay for you. It's not like he can shoot you down and then the whole town knows because, hey, we're new here and no one knows us. Nor do they care if you get shot down. Not that you would or anything. Nope. No shooting down of any kind."
Willow scoffed. "Yeah right. When I'm with a boy, it's hard for me to say anything cool, or witty, or at all. I can usually make a few vowel sounds, and then I have to go away." The three girls giggled, knowing it was true.
Buffy looked back over at the boys, and then hastily whispered, "Oh, well that's ok. Because two of them are headed this way."
"Hello ladies. My name's Xander, and this is my brother Oz." The girls said hello back. "Oh, and that's Spike, our other brother, over there." He gestured back to the table where they had been sitting. Spike was taking a draw from a cigarette, his feet crossed and resting on top of the bench opposite to him, his legs stretched out under the table. Xander continued, "We noticed that you were carrying duffel bags, are you new to LA?"
"Uhh… umm…" Willow tried to speak.
"Yeah, actually. We're from Sunnydale. It's like two hours away. The place sucks. So we decided to come here," Cordy explained to the two guys standing awkwardly next to their table.
"Ahh. I see. So, do you need a place to stay?" Xander asked.
"Actually, we do!" Cordy exclaimed. She felt Buffy kick her underneath the table, giving her a we-don't-know-these-guys-we-shouldn't-be-talking-to-them look. "What? We do…"
Buffy sighed.
Unphased, and most likely not realizing the silent conversation between the girls, Xander continued, "Well we have an extra room at our house and we kinda need some extra money, so we could rent it out to you or something." Oz looked over at Xander oddly.
Willow finally recovered from male presence, and replied, "I guess we could go check it out?" Cordy nodded her head. Reluctantly, Buffy agreed.
"Well… it is big enough for all three of us," Buffy admitted as they looked around the brother's extra rooms. She looked over at the bleach blonde, who called himself Spike. He hadn't said a word since they'd met. Actually he hadn't spoken at all. She found him strangely attractive. He definitely wasn't her type though. Her last boyfriend, Scott, was the total opposite. Scott was young and naive, had naturally brown hair, and was, well, dull. He had actually dumped her because she wasn't "peppy" enough. Spike was definitely interesting, though. And alluring.
Willow and Cordy agreed that the room was large enough for the three girls to live in. The entire room was empty of furniture, so they'd have to run to Goodwill and get some cheap ones, but otherwise, it wasn't too bad. The carpet seemed almost new and it was clean. And the windows had blinds on them. The closet was decent sized, and there was an attached bathroom.
"So, you girls goin' to stay 'ere or not?" Spike asked.
All three girls twirled around to look at him. "You're British?" they all asked at the same time.
Spike chuckled. "Yah."
"But Xander and Oz aren't, and you three are supposed to be brothers, right?" Buffy asked, obviously confused.
"Our parents divorced when I was 2 and Xander was 3. Jenny, our mum, kept Xander here in the States, and my da, Rupert, took me back to England with him. Little did any of us know, but Mum was already pregnant with Oz 'ere. So he grew up in the States as well."
The girls let out their 'ooh's.
"So how come you came back to LA?" Willow asked curiously.
"Well, pet, I hadn't seen my brothers in years, and I wanted to attend UCLA. So I left England and high-tailed over."
Buffy found herself looking at Spike even after he had stopped talking. She traced over his cheek bones with her eyes. Too bad he wasn't her type, right?
(Present Time Again, September 28th)
It was finally Buffy's birthday. That morning, Buffy, Cordelia and Willow had skipped school to pack for the move. They couldn't take much, only one bag apiece. First, they had gone to Buffy's house. Buffy had packed her most favorite items and her most favorite clothes, knowing that she wouldn't be able to go shopping for much in a long time.
She had brought Mr. Gordo, her stuffed pig, her diary, her CD player and CDs, and a picture of her and her mother. She had known she couldn't pack many clothes, so she wore the only pair of jeans she would bring. She had brought light T-shirts and tank tops, a single sweatshirt, and her pajamas. She had also packed her make-up/jewelry box. She had thrown them all in her Nike duffel bag.
Then they had walked over to Willow's house, which was only a few houses down from Buffy's, to pack her belongings. She had chosen some basic clothes, her witchcraft books and some expensive witchy things that she had bought in the past.
Next was Cordy's. Of course, she had refused to part with most of her expensive apparel and make-up and general appearance products, including her shower, hair, and nail accessories and, of course, her jewelry. They had hidden their packed bags underneath the front porch of Cordy's house.
At seven o'clock, while Cordy's parents were at Wednesday night Church service, Buffy, Willow, and Cordelia grabbed their bags and caught a ride with a classmate to the bus station.
"Three tickets to LA," Buffy asked the ticket master. He handed her three bus tickets in exchange for her cash.
"The bus will be leaving in 15 minutes, ma'am, so you may want to go ahead and board." He pointed in the direction of the bus. Buffy nodded politely.
"Willow, Cordy - it's not too late to turn back. You can stay. Because you know, my life happens to, on occasion, suck beyond the telling of it. You may not wanna get the Buffy-esque agony that comes along with." Willow looked over at Buffy.
"Oh, and let our best have the time of her life away from home? Yeah right! Besides, it's not like I wanna stay with my parents either! I mean, it's definitely no Buffy-esque agony there, but my parents hate that I'm not of the Jewish persuasion anymore. They can't stand that I'm all into Wicca and stuff."
"Yeah well, Wiccan stuff is kinda creepy, Willow," Cordelia admitted, "but, we love you anyway. As for you Buff. You know I've been dying to live in LA, and hey! Why not throw in my two best friends to go with me?"
Buffy laughed. "Thank God for that. I'd hate to leave you two behind." She hugged her best friends.
"And I'd hate to be left behind! That already happens enough when I'm right next to both of you guys," Willow said, referring to her lack of 'in the loop'-ness. Everyone giggled.
(After they arrive in LA)
"Oooh!" Willow squealed as they walked the streets of LA. "Waffle House! I love Waffle House. It's so waffley and yet nothing like a house." Letting Willow have the choice of dinner that night, the three girls walked inside and sat down in one of the booths.
The waitress came up to them and asked what they wanted. Buffy ordered a waffle and a coffee, Cordy ordered a water (not really liking the whole Waffle House idea), and Willow ordered eggs and grits.
Just then three guys walked in. They all had a similar look to them, but had their own unique appearance. The first one was tall and had dark brown hair and brown eyes. Then there was the one with bleached blonde hair and a tough look to him. He was wearing dark blue jeans, a black button up shirt (unbuttoned), and a black leather duster. He had 'big' and 'bad' written all over his black finger nails. The other one, who seemed tamer than the former had spikey hair and a light complexion. He was wearing a shirt that said "Dingoes Ate My Baby". How animalistic, Willow thought. Although she would admit that she definitely found him attractive.
Buffy looked where Willow's eyes lead, and she saw the threesome walking in. She looked back at Willow and realized that she wasn't looking at the entire bunch, just the short one with spikey hair. "Does something strike Willow's fancy?" Buffy giggled.
Willow looked at Buffy, blushing profusely. Cordy looked over to the boy. "You should go talk to him! I mean, he's obviously not my taste," Cordy said with a close to gross expression, "but I'm sure he's okay for you. It's not like he can shoot you down and then the whole town knows because, hey, we're new here and no one knows us. Nor do they care if you get shot down. Not that you would or anything. Nope. No shooting down of any kind."
Willow scoffed. "Yeah right. When I'm with a boy, it's hard for me to say anything cool, or witty, or at all. I can usually make a few vowel sounds, and then I have to go away." The three girls giggled, knowing it was true.
Buffy looked back over at the boys, and then hastily whispered, "Oh, well that's ok. Because two of them are headed this way."
"Hello ladies. My name's Xander, and this is my brother Oz." The girls said hello back. "Oh, and that's Spike, our other brother, over there." He gestured back to the table where they had been sitting. Spike was taking a draw from a cigarette, his feet crossed and resting on top of the bench opposite to him, his legs stretched out under the table. Xander continued, "We noticed that you were carrying duffel bags, are you new to LA?"
"Uhh… umm…" Willow tried to speak.
"Yeah, actually. We're from Sunnydale. It's like two hours away. The place sucks. So we decided to come here," Cordy explained to the two guys standing awkwardly next to their table.
"Ahh. I see. So, do you need a place to stay?" Xander asked.
"Actually, we do!" Cordy exclaimed. She felt Buffy kick her underneath the table, giving her a we-don't-know-these-guys-we-shouldn't-be-talking-to-them look. "What? We do…"
Buffy sighed.
Unphased, and most likely not realizing the silent conversation between the girls, Xander continued, "Well we have an extra room at our house and we kinda need some extra money, so we could rent it out to you or something." Oz looked over at Xander oddly.
Willow finally recovered from male presence, and replied, "I guess we could go check it out?" Cordy nodded her head. Reluctantly, Buffy agreed.
"Well… it is big enough for all three of us," Buffy admitted as they looked around the brother's extra rooms. She looked over at the bleach blonde, who called himself Spike. He hadn't said a word since they'd met. Actually he hadn't spoken at all. She found him strangely attractive. He definitely wasn't her type though. Her last boyfriend, Scott, was the total opposite. Scott was young and naive, had naturally brown hair, and was, well, dull. He had actually dumped her because she wasn't "peppy" enough. Spike was definitely interesting, though. And alluring.
Willow and Cordy agreed that the room was large enough for the three girls to live in. The entire room was empty of furniture, so they'd have to run to Goodwill and get some cheap ones, but otherwise, it wasn't too bad. The carpet seemed almost new and it was clean. And the windows had blinds on them. The closet was decent sized, and there was an attached bathroom.
"So, you girls goin' to stay 'ere or not?" Spike asked.
All three girls twirled around to look at him. "You're British?" they all asked at the same time.
Spike chuckled. "Yah."
"But Xander and Oz aren't, and you three are supposed to be brothers, right?" Buffy asked, obviously confused.
"Our parents divorced when I was 2 and Xander was 3. Jenny, our mum, kept Xander here in the States, and my da, Rupert, took me back to England with him. Little did any of us know, but Mum was already pregnant with Oz 'ere. So he grew up in the States as well."
The girls let out their 'ooh's.
"So how come you came back to LA?" Willow asked curiously.
"Well, pet, I hadn't seen my brothers in years, and I wanted to attend UCLA. So I left England and high-tailed over."
Buffy found herself looking at Spike even after he had stopped talking. She traced over his cheek bones with her eyes. Too bad he wasn't her type, right?