Spring Break

Part Three

Disclaimer: See First Chapter

Posted: September 28, 2004

Reader Reviews:

First off, thanks to all my reviewers! I love you guys!

Freezyboncoolipants- Sorry, but the chapters aren't going to be that long. I wrote this while I didn't have internet, and it's just a shortish story. There are a total of six chapters, all about the same length. The longest chapter is about four pages when double spaced.

Queen Boadicea: Lol... Can't promise anything...

Out-Of-Reality- There shall be mention of slayage, like in this chapter, but this is supposed to be her vacation. Thanks for the comment about the guy, have you guessed who it is yet? If you haven't, you'll figure it out soon enough...

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Buffy patrolled that night, but something was bugging her, and she returned at eleven.

"Hey, Buffy, that lady called. You're first date's tomorrow at six," Dawn told her, from where she was painting her nails.

"Wow, that was quick," she said absently, rubbing the right side of her neck.

"You ok? Do I need to break out the ancient texts?"

"No, no, I'm fine." Dawn stared at her, "It's nothing, I'm just getting used to the climate and time zone."

"Ok...we're getting up early to go to a diner Angie knows about, then we're hitting the beach for some early rays. You're welcome to come with."

"Nah, I think I'll go for a long run, then maybe join you on the beach. A swim sounds nice too."

"If you need help getting ready for your date-"

Buffy threw a pillow at her, "It hasn't been that long."

"Well, Rox and Cookie know how to dress, if you need help."

"Thanks, but no thanks," she smiled at her sister, changing for bed, "If you're getting up early, you'd better get some sleep."

"Yes, mom," Dawn blew on her nails once more, as Buffy climbed into bed, before following suit.

"Buffy," she asked while turning off the light, "Do you know that feeling, like someone's watching you?"

"Yeah," she rubbed her neck, "What about it?"

"Oh, nothing."

"Goodnight, Dawn."

"Night."

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She stood looking at the clothes spread over her bed. She used to be so good at this, anyway. Maybe it had been too long since she had been on a date. This whole blind date thing wasn't her idea of a good date, but she still wanted to look good, just to prove to herself that she could. Not knowing where she would be going was a huge clothes factor.

Finally she decided on her tight kapris and a tube top. With the wonders of a pushup, strapless bra, and carefully applied makeup, she was ready. She stuck two tiny stakes in the bottom of her purse, where some girls might keep tampons or pads, and then her wallet on top.

When she emerged from the bathroom, Dawn and her friends were waiting for her.

Rox looked her over with a keen eye, "She is definitely your sister, Dawn," she sat back with a sigh, "No date sense," she shook her head.

"I just don't see the need to go all out for a guy I don't even know," Buffy defended herself.

"But you're not going to get anyone else's attention, either," Cookie told her.

"Who said I was looking?"

"Is your sister a prude?" Rox asked Dawn.

She laughed hysterically, "Buffy, a prude?! God no!" she quickly calmed herself under Buffy's stern gaze.

The doorbell rang.

"We'll get it!" the shocking red head and the champagne blonde rushed to the door. Buffy sighed.

"Hello?" Rox pulled oven the door.

"How may we help you?" Cookie asked, twirling a lock of her hair.

"Uh, is Buffy here?" the dirty blonde boy asked.

Buffy pasted on a smile, "Hi, I'm Buffy," she pushed past the two girls, "Don't wait up," she threw back over her shoulder, pulling the door closed. "Sorry about that."

"It's ok. Oh, I'm Ian."

"Buffy, but then you already knew that."

"Yeah," he laughed," So, ah, I borrowed my grandfather's boat. You ever been sailing?"

"No."

He smiled as he led the way to his car.

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They sat and watched the show the next afternoon.

"The date was awesome!" Ian said on screen.

"It was fun," Buffy watched herself admit.

"So, do you think you'll go out again?" Jessi asked, leaning over from her seat opposite them.

"I'd love to," Ian said, looking at her.

Buffy closed her eyes, she knew what was coming, "I don't think so, Ian. Don't get me wrong, you're a great guy, but...you're a little too young. I'm sorry." Ian looked crushed, and the audience booed her.

"He's too young? How old is he?" Angie asked.

"19."

"That's not too young! He's legal!" Rox exclaimed.

"Buffy likes older men," Dawn hurried to say.

"I told you, Dawn, I'm a party pooper." The phone rang, "I'll get it."

"I'll be right back," Dawn headed towards the bathroom.

The next couple came on. The female was tall, dark, and bosomy. The man had broad shoulders, thick hair. He was tall, dark, and totally sexy. The three girls on the couch sat up a little straighter to watch, missing his name.

"Hello?" Buffy answered the phone in the other room.

"Buffy? It's Jessi. We'd like to line up another date for you, tomorrow night at 9."

"Uh-"

"Come on, second chance. You're first date wasn't what it could be, let us hook you up again."

"Ok," she sighed. The date hadn't been that bad, the person had been all wrong.

"Great, tomorrow night at 9. Bye!"

She and Dawn came back at about the same time, sitting on one end of the packed couch.

"You two missed the hottest man alive! Tall, dark, and oh so handsome!" Cookie told them, practically drooling.

"If he looked at me, I'd faint," Angie gushed.

"I wouldn't mind getting my hands on him. And he was older," Rox nudged Cookie, and they broke into a fit of giggles.

"I'm going for a swim," Buffy announced.

"Buffy, are you ok?" Dawn followed her into their room.

"I'm fine, Dawn," she stripped, pulling on her suit.

"I know the description sounded kinda like Angel," she said warily, waiting for a blow up, "But it was really vague, and he's in LA. It couldn't be him."

"I'm going for a swim," She grabbed her towel from her bed. "I'll be back later." She left through the slider.

Dawn sighed, something was bothering her sister, and once more, she had slammed the proverbial door in her face.