"Girls," Hank said, walking into the living room. His two daughters were sitting on the sofa, watching something on television. They looked up when he entered, directing their attention to him. "How was your first day?"

They both shrugged and returned to the T.V.

"Okay," Buffy said.

"Just okay? Did you make any new friends?" he asked, sitting down in a chair.

"No one other than Spike and Angel. We were kinda busy getting lost," Buffy said.

"Maybe tomorrow," he said, standing up. "I'll be downstairs in my office if you need me."

"Pretty sure we wont," Faith mumbled as her father left the room. Frustrated, she threw the remote down on the floor and stood up. "I want to go out. I want to hit something."

Buffy laughed. "We could always go to the library."

"No, I don't want to hit Giles. I want to hit someone who'll give me a fair fight," she said, and then looked at Buffy asking a question without speaking.

"Oh no," she said, standing. "I am not up for getting beaten. Sorry, but just not in my planner."

"C'mon B," Faith said, following her into the kitchen. "You know that we're equal fighters."

"Yes, but even then, we can still cause each other damage. I have plans with Riley tonight and I don't want to be all achey."

"You mean extra achey," Faith said.

"Excuse me?" Buffy said, surprised. "Me and Riley aren't . . . Well we're not . . ."

"You can't even say it."

"I can too," Buffy said.

Faith just smiled at her before disappearing. "Sure you can B!"
Buffy sat at a table at the Bronze, Riley across from her. He was talking to her about something, what, she wasn't quite sure. She had zoned out sometime around the beginning, and was only smiling every few seconds to make it look as if she was listening.

". . Don't you think so?"

Buffy looked up from the table, the expression on her face the same as that of a deer caught in the headlights. She didn't know what to say; she didn't know what he was asking.

"Yes?" she said, more of a question than an answer.

He smiled. "So I really am that boring?"

"No, you're not boring," she said sympathetically. "Its me, really. I'm kind of. . Confused about some things. ."

"Do you want to talk?" he asked. "I'm probably better at listening then I am at making conversation."

She smiled. "Thanks, but I'm fine. Its more stuff that I'd rather not share."

"Cause its about me, isn't it?"

"No, its not. . Really. Its just stuff that's private," she said. "Stuff I only tell myself."

He nodded. "Well, in that case, since our conversation isn't going too great, how about we dance?"

"Okay," she said, taking his hand.
"Look at them," Faith said to Angel.

The two sat at a table in the Bronze, watching Buffy and Riley dance. They'd came there together, more so as a date then friends. But it was the type of date they didn't publicly show.

"Do you think they're happy?" she asked.

"Yeah," he said.

"I don't," she said. He looked at her funny, and she only returned it. "Why are you looking at me like that? C'mon, you don't actually think that he's her type? B's into the baddies. Its just not her style to be boning some goodie."

"I never thought Buffy was into. . Baddies," he said.

"You don't know B like I know B. All her past boyfriends were the baddest," she said. "I guess she went good."

"Is that a bad thing?" Angel asked, confused.

"You tell me."

"Hey guys," Buffy said, coming up to them, Riley by her side. "When'd you get here?"

"A little while ago," Angel said.

"Oh," she said, taking a seat next to Faith. "You on a date?"

Faith elbowed her in the side and Buffy kicked her in the shin as a defense. The two both let out screams and exchanged evil glares while Riley and Angel watched, confused.

"Sorry," Buffy said, straightening out her skirt. "Twin thing."

Everyone fell silent, and Buffy looked around the club. She perked up when saw Spike coming inside, but felt somewhat disappointed when she saw Druscilla behind him.

"Oh, look, Spike," she said, breaking the silence, and waving at him to come over.

He hesitated a minute, but grabbed Dru's arm and walked over to the table.

"Spike, hey," Buffy said. "Didn't know you were coming."

"Me either," he said. "Dru 'peared at my door, and drug me out 'ere."

"Where is she?" Faith asked, looking around.

Spike turned around, looking for her but stopped and sighed. "Bloody hell. She's run off."

"Do you wanna sit?" Buffy asked.

"Not sure I'm wanted," he said, looking at Riley.

"You're-. ." Riley started, but Buffy cut him off.

"Of course you are, sit," she said, patting the stool next to her.

"Angel, lets dance," Faith said, pulling on the sleeve of his shirt and he followed her away from the table.

"I'm going to get a drink," Riley said. "Buffy?"

"I'm fine, thanks."

He nodded and disappeared.

"Poof," Spike mumbled under his breath.

"Excuse me?" Buffy said, giggling. "Did you just call my boyfriend a 'poof'?"

"Yeah, I did," he said. "You sure know how to pick 'em."

"Oh and like Druscilla is a great catch," she said, defensively. "At least my boyfriend's sane."

"What makes you so sure of that luv?"

She laughed. "Why are we fighting over such stupid things?"

"Not a bloody clue," he said.

She looked over at Faith and Angel, then back to Spike. "Wanna dance?"

He was surprised by her question, but didn't show it. "What about boyfriend over there?"

"So? I'm dancing with a friend," she said, standing. "Are you coming? Or are you going to make me embarrass myself by dancing alone?"

He smiled and stood up. He followed her over to where Angel and Faith were dancing. At first, it was odd. He wasn't sure where exactly to put his hands. He didn't know where she wanted him to put them.

Just as Buffy started to move close to Spike, the song ended, and a slow song came on. She smiled and walked into his arms, wrapping hers around his neck. He waited a minute, before wrapping his arms around her waist.

Faith looked over at the two and smiled. "Now that is what I call happy."

Angel looked down at her. "Spike and Buffy?"

"Like you can't tell," she said.

He didn't answer her. He was scared to. What was up with them? First him and Faith, now Spike and Buffy? They're all practically related, that couldn't have been right. But yet it didn't seem to matter, just how wrong it was. They were drawn to each other.

Spike looked down at Buffy. All he could see was the top of her head, her blonde hair. He let out a sigh. These feelings were so wrong. Being so close to her, made him weak. No girl had ever made him feel that way.

"You gonna tell me something or just stare at my head?" Buffy asked, looking up at him.

"I-. . Um-. . I-. ."

She laughed. "Spike, speechless, didn't think it to be possible."

"Ha ha," he said sarcastically. "I just didn't 'ave anywhere's else to put my eyes."

"Whatever," Buffy said, smiling.

She rested her head back on his chest and closed her eyes. Dancing with him, being in his arms made her feel safe and loved. She knew it was wrong to feel like this, firstly because they're close to related, and secondly because they were both taken. But she knew that inside she couldn't deny her feelings towards Spike, she just had to keep them under raps for as long as she could. She was going for forever.

The song ended, and the four returned to their table. Riley sat there, looking not too pleased. Buffy sat down, trying to avoid his gaze. She didn't want to explain to him how it was just an innocent dance between two friends. Mainly because it wasn't.

"Want to dance?" Riley asked her.

"No thanks," she said. "I'm all danced out."

Faith looked from one to the other. She could see the anger rising in Riley and smiled. 'Way to go B,' she thought. 'Maybe his head'll explode. This is the hell mouth after all.'

"It's getting late," Riley said, standing. "I'm going. Do you want a ride?"

"No thanks, I'll go home with them," she said.

He nodded and walked over to her. He leaned in for a kiss on the lips, but Buffy turned her face sideways so that he only got her cheek. He pretended as if that is what he intended to do and walked away.

"That's my B," Faith said. "I knew you weren't into good ones."

"Faith," she said. "That isn't true at all."

"Whatever," she said.

"It isn't. I like Riley," she said. "I just don't know if I love him."

"I knew it," Faith said. "You're not happy."

"Can we not talk about this here?" Buffy asked, looking from Spike to Angel and back to Faith.

"Oh c'mon. You know me, big mouth, I'll just end up tellin' them."

"Not if I kill you first," Buffy threatened. "Do you want us to leave?" Angel asked.

"No, sorry," Buffy said. "But I-. ."

"Faith, Buffy," a voice said from behind them.

Buffy turned around, recognizing the British voice to be their watcher, Giles. When she turned, she saw that she was correct.

"Giles, what are you doing here?" she asked.

"Ey, aren't you our librarian?" Spike asked.

"Well, yes-. . I am," Giles said.

"Could you excuse us for just one sec?" Buffy said, sliding off her stool and walking over to a corner. "What are you doing?"

"I came to find you," he said.

"Well you did," she said. "What do you want?"

"We have trouble," he said. "I need you and Faith to come back to the library at once."

"But-. ."

"This is nothing to joke about Buffy," he said. "Slaying must come before everything, including your social life."

She sighed and looked over at her friends, before looking back at him. "Okay, we'll be there in ten."

"Do you have a drive?" he asked.

"We're fine Giles, just get out of here before they suspect something," she said before walking over to her friends.

"What'd he want luv?" Spike asked.

"Oh you know, something about an overdue book. Guess he really loves his books," Buffy said, laughing slightly. She pretended to look down at her watch, one that she didn't have. "Oh god, Faith we should go."

"Why?" Faith asked.

"Dawn needed us to. . get her from her friend's house, remember?"

"B, you're los-. . Oh right," Faith said, catching on. "We should go get her."

"Do you need us to drive you?" Angel asked.

"No!" Buffy yelled. "We need the exercise, thanks. We'll see you guys at home."

Buffy waited for Faith to grab her jacket before the two ran out of the club.