Daydreamer
Disclaimer: As I said before, I never repeat myself. Joss owns Buffy and Angel. I however claim the plot of this story. I only write this for others enjoyment yada yada yada. Don't sue me, please.
A/N: Thanks so much for the great reviews! I'll try to make this chapter a long one for ya ;) Oh, and I'll try to update as often as I can.
Christen 1- As soon as I know the title and am ready to put up the first chapter, I'll tell you.
SpIkEs AnGeL- Cookies are definitely of the good, and a SPIKEBOT mmmmmm. And there will not be B/A. Nope, can't put Buffy and Captain Forehead together.
I'm glad that you guys like it and here's the next chapter.
Peer Pressure
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Lunchtime, Cafeteria
Spike studied Buffy as she sat chatting away with her friends, occasionally poking at her atrocious looking slop that the school called food. He examined the way her eyes twinkled in amusement when her friends and her discussed certain topics, and how she got a longing expression when the redhead cuddled with her blue-haired boyfriend. Once or twice she even crinkled her nose up in the most adorable way. He turned back to his friends and rolled his eyes when he realized that the girls were chattering about Cosmo Girl. "Hey, what do you think of that Summers chit?" he asked casually.
Angel smiled, "Who, Buffy? She's pretty hot man."
One of the other guys who had been hanging around lately, Parker, added, "Oh yeah, wouldn't you love to have her legs wrapped around your waist, her screaming your name."
"Oh, you can't be talking about that dweeb, Buffy Summers, are you?" Harmony screeched. "She is like, the lamest person in the world."
Cordelia added, "When she first came here, I offered her a place amongst us, but she decided to hang out with the dork clan over there."
"Oh my god!" Dawn agreed. "I know, and what kind of person wears white tennis shoes with that skirt. It like, so goes against the latest edition of Cosmo."
Anya added, "Yes, and it is obvious that she does not spend enough money for her clothes." The others looked at her skeptically. "I know that you all think I'm a money happy freak, but it's important to look good, even if it is extensively pricey."
Drusilla moaned, "Hush now, it is not nice to speak of her. She's a naughty li'l girl, crazy thoughts dancing the cancan inside her head. Thinking things she shouldn't be thinking." Her lips curled back in a sneer, "He's swirling around in her thoughts, but she's unworthy. Li'l daisies always being crushed and dying."
Everyone at the table scooted away from her at the same time.
Spike stood up, "Well, that's all well and good, pet, but I have to do the bloody science project with her. So I should probably be gettin' on with it then." He walked away, duster billowing behind him.
A/N: Okay, hope you guys all like this chapter. I myself like the way this is going, but I'm not so sure what I want to happen in the next chapter.I'm always open for a few suggestions.
Disclaimer: As I said before, I never repeat myself. Joss owns Buffy and Angel. I however claim the plot of this story. I only write this for others enjoyment yada yada yada. Don't sue me, please.
A/N: Thanks so much for the great reviews! I'll try to make this chapter a long one for ya ;) Oh, and I'll try to update as often as I can.
Christen 1- As soon as I know the title and am ready to put up the first chapter, I'll tell you.
SpIkEs AnGeL- Cookies are definitely of the good, and a SPIKEBOT mmmmmm. And there will not be B/A. Nope, can't put Buffy and Captain Forehead together.
I'm glad that you guys like it and here's the next chapter.
Peer Pressure
~~~~@~~~~@~~~~@~~~~@~~~~@~~~~@~~~~
Lunchtime, Cafeteria
Spike studied Buffy as she sat chatting away with her friends, occasionally poking at her atrocious looking slop that the school called food. He examined the way her eyes twinkled in amusement when her friends and her discussed certain topics, and how she got a longing expression when the redhead cuddled with her blue-haired boyfriend. Once or twice she even crinkled her nose up in the most adorable way. He turned back to his friends and rolled his eyes when he realized that the girls were chattering about Cosmo Girl. "Hey, what do you think of that Summers chit?" he asked casually.
Angel smiled, "Who, Buffy? She's pretty hot man."
One of the other guys who had been hanging around lately, Parker, added, "Oh yeah, wouldn't you love to have her legs wrapped around your waist, her screaming your name."
"Oh, you can't be talking about that dweeb, Buffy Summers, are you?" Harmony screeched. "She is like, the lamest person in the world."
Cordelia added, "When she first came here, I offered her a place amongst us, but she decided to hang out with the dork clan over there."
"Oh my god!" Dawn agreed. "I know, and what kind of person wears white tennis shoes with that skirt. It like, so goes against the latest edition of Cosmo."
Anya added, "Yes, and it is obvious that she does not spend enough money for her clothes." The others looked at her skeptically. "I know that you all think I'm a money happy freak, but it's important to look good, even if it is extensively pricey."
Drusilla moaned, "Hush now, it is not nice to speak of her. She's a naughty li'l girl, crazy thoughts dancing the cancan inside her head. Thinking things she shouldn't be thinking." Her lips curled back in a sneer, "He's swirling around in her thoughts, but she's unworthy. Li'l daisies always being crushed and dying."
Everyone at the table scooted away from her at the same time.
Spike stood up, "Well, that's all well and good, pet, but I have to do the bloody science project with her. So I should probably be gettin' on with it then." He walked away, duster billowing behind him.
A/N: Okay, hope you guys all like this chapter. I myself like the way this is going, but I'm not so sure what I want to happen in the next chapter.I'm always open for a few suggestions.