Disclaimer: Don't own it. Wish I did.

Distribution: Want...take...have.

Summary: Buffy's new to Sunnydale, looking for friends...and more.

"So Buff, how was your first day? Are you just loving the coolness that is Sunnydale?" Buffy and Xander were sitting by the fountain outside the school, waiting for Willow, who had stopped by the library.

"It's really not that bad, Xand. I think I may actually like it here," said Buffy, thinking of the handsome boy from her chemistry class. "So what do you people do for fun around here?"

"Bronzing."

"Bronzing? You bronze things for fun?" Buffy was confused.

"The Bronze. It's a club...pretty much the only cool place in Sunnydale. Will and I go there a lot. There's dancing and food and stuff. We're going tonight; you should come."

"Okay, I will. So...does Angel go to the Bronze?"
Later that night, Buffy stood in front of her closet, mentally reviewing and rejecting every outfit she owned. She held a shiny black dress up to the mirror.

"Hi! I'm an enormous slut!"

Next came a blue floral dress: "Hello! Would you like a copy of The Watchtower?" She sighed, "I used to be so good at this."

She finally settled on a gold, sleeveless dress that just brushed her knees. Zipping up her boots, she headed out the door, secretly hoping she'd see Angel.

As Angel walked into the Bronze, he scanned the crowd, looking for the blonde goddess he'd seen in class today. By asking around, he'd learned that her name was Buffy Summers, that she was from LA, and that most of the guys in the school already had their eyes on her.

"Hey, Peaches! Over here, mate."

"Spike, I told you never to call me that. And what are you doing here? Aren't you supposed to be out robbing a bank or something?" Spike, Angel's longtime friend, had been kicked out of school last year, and was currently living in an apartment with his also-rebellious sister, Faith.

Spike ignored Angel's comment. His eyes widened as he looked over Angel's shoulder at the girl who had just walked into the Bronze. "Bloody hell, mate, get a load of that. That is one hell of a woman."

Angel turned to see the girl he'd been thinking about all day walking over to a table where Xander and Willow were seated. She looked absolutely gorgeous, he completely agreed with Spike. He glanced over at Spike and saw him eyeing Buffy lustily.

"That's Buffy. Don't get any ideas, either, Spike. She's not your type."

"Anything that looks good is my type, Peaches. What?! You wanna keep her all to yourself or something? Come on, man, share the wealth. After I'm done with her, you can have her...how's that sound?" Spike was known for treating women terribly, and Angel wasn't about to let him anywhere near Buffy.

"Don't talk about her like that Spike. You're disgusting, you know that! Stay away from her, I'm serious!"

"Fine, whatever you say. I'm outta here," said a very pissed off Spike.

As Spike walked off, Angel decided he couldn't wait any longer. He started preparing himself to go over and introduce himself to the girl he couldn't get out of his mind.

Buffy was only half paying attention to Xander's conversation. She was more focused on Angel. When she'd walked in, she'd spotted him talking to a guy with peroxide blonde hair, who had leered at her as she'd walked past them. Now that the boy had stormed out, Buffy was silently willing Angel to come over to her table.

"Buffy, earth to Buffy?" Willow was waving a hand in front of Buffy's face.

"Sorry, Will...I was elsewhere."

"Elsewhere, with Angel, you mean?" Willow grinned knowingly.

"Am I that transparent? Sorry guys, no more thinking about boys. I'm totally focused...what were you talking about Xander?"

"I was just saying that –"

"Oh, my God! He's coming over here. Will, does my hair look okay?" Buffy instantly forgot anything Xander was talking about as she saw Angel headed over to her table.

TBC..sorry this one's so short...we have company coming and I have to get ready. Thanks to all those who reviewed!