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And so the two reinstated avoiding each other. When Spike entered a room, Faye would leave it, and vice versa. Jet and Ed had a tough time trying to figure out what they had done to each other this time, but didn't dare approach either of them.
Jet did notice however, that whenever Spike came into the room and Faye left, he would stare after her, as if he were afraid to say something. Faye would steal glances around the doorway when ever Spike was in the living room, looking as if she missed him. They even started wearing their I'm-too- lazy-to-dress-decently-today outfits. Spike walked around in a loose white t-shirt and brown baggy pants while Faye wore a tight white top and cut off jean shorts.
"Now that's pretty weird," Jet thought to himself. He never said a word though. "They'll come to their senses eventually," he concluded, and kept working on his bonsai trees.
"This is stupid," Spike decided on their fifth night of not talking to each other. He was smoking in the hanger and Faye was presumably in the living room. He stomped off in that direction.
Faye wasn't there, though. Just then, Edward came flying through. "Hey Ed, have you seen Faye?"
"Faye, Faye, doesn't wanna play. She'd rather sleep, that lazy sheep," Ed sang.
"Alright. Thanks, I think," Spike replied, as he walked off toward her room.
He knocked softly and entered, not waiting for a reply. "Are you awake or what, Faye?" She groaned a reply. The television above her bed was on, radiating a blue fuzzy light into the room.
"Ok, so you're sleeping. But I need to talk to you." He walked over to her bed and sat down on the edge. She stirred a bit at the depression of her mattress and rolled over so she was on her stomach but facing him.
"Spike," she whispered. She was obviously still asleep. "What are you saying, Spike? Do you really mean it?" She rolled over and mumbled something into her pillow.
"What did you say?" Spike asked the unconscious woman.
She rolled over again. "I said I love you, Spike."
He couldn't believe what he was hearing. She wouldn't lie subconsciously, would she? Can people lie to themselves in a dream? "Faye..."
A gunshot suddenly rang in the room and Spike found himself looking down the barrel of a gun.