Over the next few weeks I spent a fair bit of time with Faith, Kit, Oz,
Xander, Zach and Spike. We went out most Fridays to The Bronze and just
hung out listening to the music. Mom didn't really mind that I went out as
long as I wasn't home too late. I occasionally saw them during the week as
well but most of the time I was working at mom's gallery.
Working at the gallery was great. I had good fun there; the girl I worked with named Luce who was really good to me and we got along like fire. I usually just had to take an inventory of any shipments that came in or I stood at the register and handled payments. Mom and Luce usually dealt with customer queries because I didn't know enough about paintings but I was learning fast.
Spike and I were becoming really close and on Saturday we were going to the park for a picnic. I needed to find something to wear so that's how on Friday I happened to be standing in front of my wardrobe with its contents dumped across the floor.
I had no idea what to wear. I needed something that went with my tanned complexion and that wasn't too dressy but still looked nice enough. Also, it had to be suitable for a park.
Just then, interrupting my planning, mom knocked and came in with the phone in her outstretched hand.
"For you."
"Thanks mom!"
I took the phone and after I said hello I nearly dropped the phone in shock. I thought it was going to be one of the girls or Spike maybe but not Angel; anyone but Angel.
"Hey Buffy, don't hang up please. I realise that I was cruel when you came to see me and I phoned to apologise."
My eyes welled up with tears as I thought about the day that I went to go see him. He was so rude to me. But now he wanted to apologise. Could I accept it?
"No Angel, you were right, I was foolish and stupid that day. I shouldn't have come, I was hurt is all, and we used to be such good friends I thought you might be able to talk. But I was wrong and I see that now."
"I was so hurt when you moved away."
"And you think I wasn't Angel? You were my other best friend next to Willow and so that meant I was going to have lost both of my best friends. All you did was act selfish and run away hurt."
"I'm sorry."
"I tried calling you but after a while I gave up, and yes, I got over it. I made new friends and so did you."
"I shouldn't have acted the way I did that time though."
"No, you had every right to, I shouldn't have shown up the way I did. I'm sorry. But I'm ok now, I don't need you. Go back to living your life and forget about me. It's ok. I'm fine."
"But I want to become friends again... I'm ready."
"But I'm not, Angel; let's just not go there again. Goodbye"
With that I hung up and lay down on my bed for a good cry. He had hurt me so much that I just didn't want to deal with him anymore.
My life had been fun and busy. I was moving on, old wounds were healing and new doors were opening. Sure, life at school wasn't great because I was still by myself but I had other friends now and I was better.
Gently I touched the bump on my forearm and realised that cutting my arm had helped me get to a new and better life. Maybe even the worst things happen for reasons that may not seem evident at the time. I had met Spike and my life got better. The past is behind me and Angel is part of the past, not the future.
Saturday morning started off beautifully. The sun was shining and the vast blue sky smiled over the world making everyone cheerful. Even I had forgotten about the phone call and my thoughts of the night before. I dressed for my day out with Spike in white denim shorts and a midnight blue tank top.
I was sitting out on the deck with a glass of orange juice when Spike came. He was, as usual, dressed all in black however his trademark leather duster was absent. I motioned for him to sit down while I went to get my things. Shortly after that we walked over to the park that was just down the road from where I lived chatting freely.
The time we spent at the park was fantastic. Spike bought us some burgers to eat and then we played Frisbee which I wasn't really that good at so we stopped and Spike sat down on the grass.
"So, Buffy, what did you get up to last night?" Spike asked casually as he pulled me down next to him. He didn't know about the phone call and I didn't really want to tell him, but there's something about Spike that makes you want to bare all.
"I'd rather not talk about it," I told him, suppressing the fact that I actually did.
Spike sat up in surprise: "What happened, what's wrong?" He didn't actually think that his simple question would have that effect.
"I got a phone call from an old friend." I said, quietly.
Since Spike knew nothing about Angel I had to start from the beginning and by the end I was in tears.
"It's ok Buffy, I know it must be hard, but you're right, there's no point bringing up the dead once again. Move on."
"Thank-you Spike, you always seem to know what to say to me. That's what I had been thinking myself but it's good to hear it from someone else too."
I looked at him and he had a half smile on his face that I'd never seen before. He leaned forward so slightly and I knew what was coming; he was going to kiss me. Half way through that thought his lips touched mine and I didn't know what to do. He brushed his lips so gently over mine that I barely knew they were there before he pulled back; then he tucked a few strands of hair behind my ear and looked shyly away.
Inside, I was screaming and shouting and squealing and jumping around, Spike kissed me!
A/N: Sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry!!! Please forgive me for not updating and for this chapter being so short. I dunno if it's good or not. Anyways, anyone who is reading PLEASE review I beg you. Don't just read and then not review. I love reviews. They are so important to me. Tell me what you thought please. I hope to get a minimum of 10 reviews before I update again okay?
Thankyou again to those who reviewed my last chapter: Lozzi1403, Wicked- angel3, Sarah, Elizance, spuffy-fan1, Spikesgirl2626, Billie Joe's stalker DarkRoses217, chantel and spikesqueen.
Working at the gallery was great. I had good fun there; the girl I worked with named Luce who was really good to me and we got along like fire. I usually just had to take an inventory of any shipments that came in or I stood at the register and handled payments. Mom and Luce usually dealt with customer queries because I didn't know enough about paintings but I was learning fast.
Spike and I were becoming really close and on Saturday we were going to the park for a picnic. I needed to find something to wear so that's how on Friday I happened to be standing in front of my wardrobe with its contents dumped across the floor.
I had no idea what to wear. I needed something that went with my tanned complexion and that wasn't too dressy but still looked nice enough. Also, it had to be suitable for a park.
Just then, interrupting my planning, mom knocked and came in with the phone in her outstretched hand.
"For you."
"Thanks mom!"
I took the phone and after I said hello I nearly dropped the phone in shock. I thought it was going to be one of the girls or Spike maybe but not Angel; anyone but Angel.
"Hey Buffy, don't hang up please. I realise that I was cruel when you came to see me and I phoned to apologise."
My eyes welled up with tears as I thought about the day that I went to go see him. He was so rude to me. But now he wanted to apologise. Could I accept it?
"No Angel, you were right, I was foolish and stupid that day. I shouldn't have come, I was hurt is all, and we used to be such good friends I thought you might be able to talk. But I was wrong and I see that now."
"I was so hurt when you moved away."
"And you think I wasn't Angel? You were my other best friend next to Willow and so that meant I was going to have lost both of my best friends. All you did was act selfish and run away hurt."
"I'm sorry."
"I tried calling you but after a while I gave up, and yes, I got over it. I made new friends and so did you."
"I shouldn't have acted the way I did that time though."
"No, you had every right to, I shouldn't have shown up the way I did. I'm sorry. But I'm ok now, I don't need you. Go back to living your life and forget about me. It's ok. I'm fine."
"But I want to become friends again... I'm ready."
"But I'm not, Angel; let's just not go there again. Goodbye"
With that I hung up and lay down on my bed for a good cry. He had hurt me so much that I just didn't want to deal with him anymore.
My life had been fun and busy. I was moving on, old wounds were healing and new doors were opening. Sure, life at school wasn't great because I was still by myself but I had other friends now and I was better.
Gently I touched the bump on my forearm and realised that cutting my arm had helped me get to a new and better life. Maybe even the worst things happen for reasons that may not seem evident at the time. I had met Spike and my life got better. The past is behind me and Angel is part of the past, not the future.
Saturday morning started off beautifully. The sun was shining and the vast blue sky smiled over the world making everyone cheerful. Even I had forgotten about the phone call and my thoughts of the night before. I dressed for my day out with Spike in white denim shorts and a midnight blue tank top.
I was sitting out on the deck with a glass of orange juice when Spike came. He was, as usual, dressed all in black however his trademark leather duster was absent. I motioned for him to sit down while I went to get my things. Shortly after that we walked over to the park that was just down the road from where I lived chatting freely.
The time we spent at the park was fantastic. Spike bought us some burgers to eat and then we played Frisbee which I wasn't really that good at so we stopped and Spike sat down on the grass.
"So, Buffy, what did you get up to last night?" Spike asked casually as he pulled me down next to him. He didn't know about the phone call and I didn't really want to tell him, but there's something about Spike that makes you want to bare all.
"I'd rather not talk about it," I told him, suppressing the fact that I actually did.
Spike sat up in surprise: "What happened, what's wrong?" He didn't actually think that his simple question would have that effect.
"I got a phone call from an old friend." I said, quietly.
Since Spike knew nothing about Angel I had to start from the beginning and by the end I was in tears.
"It's ok Buffy, I know it must be hard, but you're right, there's no point bringing up the dead once again. Move on."
"Thank-you Spike, you always seem to know what to say to me. That's what I had been thinking myself but it's good to hear it from someone else too."
I looked at him and he had a half smile on his face that I'd never seen before. He leaned forward so slightly and I knew what was coming; he was going to kiss me. Half way through that thought his lips touched mine and I didn't know what to do. He brushed his lips so gently over mine that I barely knew they were there before he pulled back; then he tucked a few strands of hair behind my ear and looked shyly away.
Inside, I was screaming and shouting and squealing and jumping around, Spike kissed me!
A/N: Sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry!!! Please forgive me for not updating and for this chapter being so short. I dunno if it's good or not. Anyways, anyone who is reading PLEASE review I beg you. Don't just read and then not review. I love reviews. They are so important to me. Tell me what you thought please. I hope to get a minimum of 10 reviews before I update again okay?
Thankyou again to those who reviewed my last chapter: Lozzi1403, Wicked- angel3, Sarah, Elizance, spuffy-fan1, Spikesgirl2626, Billie Joe's stalker DarkRoses217, chantel and spikesqueen.