A/N: This is going to be the last chapter since I think this story is going absolutely nowhere. I'm just going to make it a three-parter. I might have some other stories it's just it might take a while. My muse doesn't visit often. Oh yea I have to put up a disclaimer: I do not own anything that belongs to Joss Whedon. But if I did you can't bet your cookies James Marsters would be chained to my bed.
When they got to her room all Spike did was look around and say it was a nice room. Well I didn't really expect him to jump around and yell "It's fantastic!" Did I?
''Where are we gonna sit?'' he asked after looking around once more. "Oo I forgot. I don't have any chairs in here as you can tell, but I guess we could just sit on the bed. If it's alright with you."
"Yeah. Sure it's fine." Spike hoped he didn't sound too enthusiastic. They sat on the bed and hit the books. An hour and a half later Buffy asked if he was ready for a break.
"Sure my brain is bloody knackered. Never done that much studying before."
"I figured that much," Buffy replied. ''So...um.... what do you want to do? We can watch TV, or fix a snack or something."
"A snack would be ok. I'm in the mood for something sweet."
"Well I don't think I have anything sweet to eat. But I'll go check. I think we have some ice cream, that ok?"
"That's great I haven't had ice cream in a while. My parents are these health food nuts. I practically have to sneak out just to get a bag of chips."
"Wow that's harsh. I glad my mom isn't like that. She practically let's me do whatever I want. Sometimes. Well that ice cream is not gonna scoop it self," she told him while standing up. Spike followed Buffy to the kitchen and they both helped themselves to Mint Chocolate Chip ice cream while Buffy started asking questions.
"So why did you move here? To America I mean."
"Well actually it's quite embarrassing to tell you the truth. My dad had invested most of our money in the European stock markets and then he made one bad decision and we lost everything. He had to ask his sister Olivia for help so we could buy tickets to come over here. He seems to think we're going to do better over here. And come to think of it he's right. My dad got a job at this clothing store 'The Magic Box' and my mom is working at the bank." Spike left later around seven. For some reason she didn't want him to go but then was glad he did. About a half an hour after Spike left the phone rang and ran towards it hoping it was him. But it wasn't.
"No, Mom. Everything is fine," Buffy told her mom hoping she wouldn't notice the sarcastic tone she was using.
"All right dear. Well you know how I worry. Anyway I have to go. Ted wants to cook me dinner. Bye Sweetie and remember---NO parties."
"Yeah. Uh huh. Ok Mom. No parties. Love you. Bye!'' The blonde teen humored her mother.
After she hung up with her mom, Buffy went into the kitchen to get some cookie dough and chocolate milk. As she was walking up the stairs she heard the phone ring again and wondered what could her mother want now?
"Hello?'' Buffy asked as she sat on her bed.
"I want juicy details right now. Minute by minute! Did you and Spike make with the smoochies?'' an excited voice asked on the end.
"Hi to you too Willow .No we didn't," Buffy responded.
"Aww. Well you've only actually really talked once and that was today right? Anyway, I was thinking, since that thing with what's-his-name, that you need to get out and have fun and I'm not talking about the bruised and getting dusty part either of fun either. No boyfriend finding or anything like that. Just a nice party where you can let loose." Her friend explained.
"You know I would love to Willow, it's just my mom. What if she finds out and I don't want to get in trouble to add to my already horrible life."
"Buffy, you do not have a horrible life. So you were dumped, it happens. It was only one guy and there will be a lot more guys who will respect you for you not for who Cordelia made you out to be.''
"You know Willow you are right. I do need to let loose and have fun and forget about that jerk face. All right. We'll have a party. But not the whole school. How about Friday, since its Monday we have plenty time to plan and clean up for when my mom gets back on Monday."
"Yeah that'll work for me. See ya tomorrow Buffy." The two girls hung up and began planning the party.
Buffy and Spike mostly avoided each other on all week, only seeing each other in Computer and English and then they were too busy to talk. On Thursday Willow finally got tired of them dancing around each other and told Buffy to go and talk to him.
"But what if he runs away in utter disgust? Or what if I just forgot my words and throw up?''
"He won't Buffy. I can tell he likes you."
"How do you know?" Buffy asked her friend.
"Well let's just say his bedroom is on the bottom floor and his window magically opens."
"Willow! You didn't?!" Was all Buffy could get out.
"Of course I did. I got tired of you two dancing around each other since Monday. Now tomorrow night you will go and dance with him at the party. Riley was a stupid person that used you. You may feel vulnerable but you need to keep looking for someone better."
"All right you win. So what did you find in his room?''
"Well, his room is a really dark blue. He has a dresser on one wall next to the window. There is a mirror but you can't see your reflection because he has a whole bunch of drawings of you!'
"Oh my gosh Willow! Are you serious? I can't believe this."
"Well believe it. He's crazy about you." The girls spent the rest of the lunch hour giggling and talking about Spike and his love for Buffy until Xander showed up and asked was it normal for girls to giggle that much.
"Wait. But Buffy when are you going to talk to him?" Willow asked between laughs during a laughing fit about what kind of underwear he wore.
"I don't know," Buffy answered, "Maybe I'll ask him to the party tomorrow. I mean it'll be awkward for the hostess not to have a date to her own party, right?"
"Totally. Hey! That'll be your excuse!"
"My excuse?" Buffy asked uncertainly.
"Yeah. If he asked why tell him just as friends for the party and if something happens maybe you'll consider a date. But don't tell him about the considering and date part''
"Wills! That's a great plan. I'll do and just hope nothing goes wrong." But like always, something did go wrong. Buffy's mom came home early because she got in a fight with Ted who apparently tried to poison her with cookies. Joyce was okay though and that was all that mattered. That's what Buffy tried to tell herself anyway.
"Spike, you do know the party is canceled right?" Buffy told him when she answered the door.
"I know that Buffy, but I wanted to party anyway," he replied, "Now go and get your coat, we are going out."
"But where? I can't just leave. Mother remember. She has that freaky mother radar system or something. And I look awful!" Indicating her old gray sweatpants and ragged white tank top.
"It's all right luv, I've already called your mum and she said it was fine and that you needed to get out and you look beautiful not matter what you wear. Now go get your coat. I'm not telling you again."
"Fine. But if you murder me, I'm telling." Spike took her to his car which turned out to be a very old Mustang which he seemed very proud of. He would not tell Buffy where he was taking her in spite of all her questions.
As Buffy looked out the window, she realized they were heading along and ocean road with the sea 20 feet below. When they finally stopped Spike handed her a blindfold and told her to put it on. Buffy protested but he insisted. Then he got out and opened Buffy's door and led her down and steep, narrow path. She was sure now that they were at the ocean and was thrilled beyond belief that he could come up with something this romantic.
When he finally took of her blindfold, Buffy stood amazed as she look at a red and white checked table cloth on the beach held down by candles in silvers holders, illuminating a wonderful looking meal of spaghetti and meat sauce with garlic bread and red wine on the side.
"What is this?" she managed to choke out as she turned and faced him.
"It's dinner." He answered her.
"But why? I mean why me, why now?"
"I thought that part was obvious." And that's when he did it. Spike cupped her cheek and leaned in. Their lips brushed but they soon found they wanted more of each other, to taste every part. The kiss grew passionate and they fell to the sand, unable to stand anymore. Buffy and Spike kissed the rest of the night, only coming up for air and watching the sunrise.
A/N: That's it. I wanted to end on a happy note. Reviews are welcome. Please I love them.