A/N: PLZ,PLZ,PLZ REVIEW

Chapter 3

Those next few days passed quickly enough. Buffy spent her time going to class, and working on her British literature assignment. Every so often, she couldn't help herself, and she would once again re-read the poem. Thinking about the kind of person that would write a poem like that. She imagined it was a man, but that was all that she was suere of. Everything else was simply speculation. She imagined a kind person, someone who obviously felt a lot of love. She assumed that the poem was written for a specific person and she thought that whoever she was, she was very lucky. Judging by the words, Buffy couldn't help but think that he must be a wonderful man. But there was something more, something that was uncertain. She just couldn't figure it out. On Saturday afternoon, she spent her time packing a week's worth of things to take with her, things she assumed she would need. General things, clothes and shampoo. The essentials. Subconciously, she also packed clothes that would make people notice her, the things she knew she looked good in. After she was done, she settled down for an early night, the poem clasped in her hand.

As soon as dawn came on Sunday morning, Buffy was ready to leave. She was rushing around making sure that she had everything and that Willow and Tara were prepared for the trip. Willow was still nervous and tried several times to change Buffy's mind. Telling her they could all go somewhere else for spring break, but Buffy was determined, and unwavering. She was going to Sunnydale, and she was going to find that poet. As she checked her bag one last time she called over her shoulder

"Guys, are you ready to go, make sure you have everything?"

"Yes Buffy, we're all set" Tara called back

Willow came into the living room carrying a duffel bag

"Are you sure about this Buff?"

Buffy rolled her eyes as she answered the same question she had answered several times in the last few days

"Willow, i'm sure, i'm going to Sunnydale"

Resigned Willow nodded mutely, and went to get Tara. The two came back into the main hallway, where Buffy was waiting with the door open. Tara smiled, actually happy about the trip, seeing Buffy's enthusiasm about the whole thing.

They packed their things into the trunk of Buffy's car. Buffy got into the driver's seat, Willow next to her and Tara in the seat behind. As soon as they all had their seatbelts on, Buffy pulled the car away, heading for the highway. The first 45minutes of the journey were made in relative silence. Each of the girls still tired, and thinking about what they were hoping to happen on the trip. Willow and Tara really only wanted to spend time together. Buffy however, was only concerned with finding the poet. She wasn't bothered by the fact that her friends had come along, but she would also have been perfectly happy to make the trip herself.

"Buffy, have you decided where you're going to start?" Tara asked tentatively

"Well, i figured, i could start with checking out the address on the back of the poem, good a place as any"

Tara nodded "Do you want us to go with you?"

"No i want to do this myself, but thanks for offering" Buffy said. She really was grateful that Tara was supportive of what she wanted to do. She could understand Willow being worried, they were best friends and Willow was always there for her but this had just gotten to Buffy. Since seeing that poem she knew that she had to do something, and at least Willow had agreed to go to help.

"Ok, but if you need us, you know we'll help you" Tara replied, looking towards Willow to confirm her words

"Yeah, we will" Willow agreed.

Buffy smiled, she was glad that Willow was willing to help her

"Thanks guys"

From then on for the next 45minutes which was how much longer until they reached Sunnydale, the three girls were engaged in their usual muddle of conversation. Talking about anything and everything. They discussed Tara's job, Tara filling them in on everything that she had to do before she started her job straight after graduation. Willow was still waiting to hear from law schools, but she still hadn't nade up her mind if she was actually going to go or not. Buffy still hadn't decided on anything. She knew she would have to, but she would do that next week.

They arrived in Sunnydale, and Willow liked the town straight away. It was very small, but also somewhere she thought she would love to live. When they passed the welcome sign she notice that there wasn't exactly a large population, and although she loved LA, she had always wanted to live in a small town like this. They drove around for a while untl the spotted a nice looking motel. It looked respectable enough so they decided to book rooms there. Buffy parked the car and went to the reception.

"Hi, i need two rooms. One a double" she told the man at the desk.

"Ok, we have a couple, you can have 312 and 313. Here are the keys" he said pulling them out from out of a box on teh counter, seperated into compartments for the keys for each room "How long will you be staying?"

"Um, a week, in the name of Summers" she said to him. He wrote it down and handed her the room keys, after telling her to have a nice time he went back to his work and Buffy went back to the others

"Ok, here is the key" she annonce handing it to Willow "So why don't we go put our stuff in and then we can go have a bite to eat before we part ways" she suggested. The agreed and each went to their seperate rooms. Putting somethings away. They met outside ten minutes later, seeing a cafe just across the street they decided they would be best just to eat there.

An hour and a half later, Willow and Tara had gone off exploring the town. Buffy was driving around slowly trying to find the address, but she wasn't having any luck. She spotted a man about her own age and decided to ask him if she knew where it was. She slowed right down and yelled through the window

"Excuse me" she caught the man's attention and motioned for him to come over "Hey, i was wondering if you could help me, i'm looking for Rovello Drive, do you know where it is?"

The man smiled kindly "Sure, it isn't far from her, you just drive down that road" he pointed in the direction he meant "Take your first right, then you drive down about a block and then turn left, take the next left and that's Rovello"

"Thank you so much" she said, glad that she finally knew where she was going "I'm Buffy by the way"

"Xander, Xander Harris"

"Thank you again, Xander Harris"

"No problem Buffy." He gave her a wave as she drove off.

A few minutes later she came to a stop outside a nice house. Checking the paper once more she saw that she was indeed at the right address. She took a deep breath and got out. She walked up the path and stopped in front of the door. Pausing for a moment before ringing the bell. It was't answered straight away so she rang again, still no answer came. She was about to leave when the door swung open. She was face to face with a young man

"Hi" he greeted, Buffy gawked, wondering if this was the poet, he was only about her age. And kind of geeky.

"Um h, hi" she stammered "I was wondering if someone by the name of Kensington lives here?" she felt a lot more awkward than she had expected. The young man looked at her and was about to answer when a female voice came from behind her

"Baby, who's at the door" a girl of maybe 19 years old appeared "Oh, hi, can we help you?"

"Um, this woman was just wondering if someone named Kensingtn lived here?" the boy said

"No, sorry, we jsut got this house. We let it from someone named um" she looked at who Buffy was assuming was her boyfriend as if asking him to fill the name in

"Giles" he reminded her

"Giles that's it. Sorry we can't help you"

"Oh, don't worry about it. But do you know if a Kensington ever lived here?" she asked

"Sorry, i don't know. We just moved to town. Andrew and i just wanted a change and we thought here was nice. Sorry we can't be more help"

"That's fine" Buffy assured "I'll figure something out"

"Ok, bye" the man, Andrew said

"Bye", Buffy called as she returned to her car. She got in and tried to decide where to go next. She drove aimlessly around town again for a while. Looking at her watch she saw that it was long after noon, she saw a small bar serving food and decided to stop for a while. She took a seat at the bar and the bartender asked what she wanted, after ordering a coke and a sandwich, she looked around. She saw someone sit next to her at the bar, and turned to look at them. Xander smiled at her and she smiled back

"Hi, didn't expect to see you around again" he said in a friendly tone

"Yeah well, i was hungry" she joked, for some reason she felt at ease with him. He was friendly from the beginning and he just seemed very nice. He laughed along with her

"So did you find who you were looking for?"

"No, they must have moved. The people living there now are letting from a man named Giles" she said, hoping that he may be able to enlighten her

"Oh, Rupert Giles, my fiancee works with him. I don't know who owned the house before him, they weren't around often but i can show you where he works. It isn't far i can walk you there" he offered. Buffy let out a sigh of relief, feeling like maybe now she would start to get somewhere.

"Sure" she agreed

They finished their lunch when it arrived, and when they were done they left

"Cn i leave my car here?" she asked

"Yeah, it'll be fine"

"Ok, let's go" she said

"Ok, it's on main street" he said as he led her in the direction of where she hoped she may finally find a clue as to the whereabouts of the poet she so desperately wanted to find.