Disclaimer: see chapter 1
A/N: I know I know update more often and quicker but major stress right now ok and this is going to be a really good chapter I promise. The // indicates what is written in the note so you don't get confused. Buffy's nickname isn't strawberries because of the hair but because of how Spike thinks she will taste to those who were wondering. I know you don't want to hear anything from me so just thank you to my reviewers and please R&R toddles for now, ; )
Chapter 4
Another day of hell, after a night of explaining my love life to my mom. I hate school and now I get to face Spike after dinner in duck pajamas. Why is it always my life that sucks? I can't even try and avoid him because he has my book, and God knows take Pride and Prejudice away from me for 24 hours and I become a very dangerous person to be around. Fred came by to pick up her books from yesterday and walked with me to school, which finally got my mind off of Spike for at least a little while. OHMYGOD I should have know this day was going to well. Outside at our daily table all my friends are crowded around who else but Spike!
"Well looky here if it isn't Peaches, and strawberries arriving together and looky there's plumb its regular fruit salad today." Spike commented when he spotted Buffy and Fred
"They aren't bloody fruit!" Wes yelled.
"Oh stop being such a downer but then I wasn't dubbed avocado so I guess I have no reason to dislike fruit." Willow replied glancing at Wes. "Besides at least we aren't like cheese puffs and all artificial like. I would much prefer to be a fruit then a processed milk like substance dyed orange to look like cheese."
"Hey I like cheese puffs will they make your fingers orange" Xander replied a little put out because of Willow coment about cheese puffs.
I stood there motionless for obvious reasons. He was holding my book. The copy of Pride and Prejudice with the green binding and the picture of Colin Firth on the cover of it. It was basically in tatters I had read it so many times. I saw my bookmark sticking out. At the time I was using an index card that had a had written the french translations for the end of Les Misérables on because I got bored during french, but I mean we were going over past participles again! Need I say more? The thing I didn't expect to see was another place marker. Now why was that there? It looked like a ticket to some kind of concert. Must have been for the AC/DC concert that was coming up since it was an actual ticket and not a stub. From the looks of it was stuck in at what looked like about the point of the Netherfeild ball. He couldn't possibly have been reading Pride and Prejudice of his own free will that would just be too weird. He jumped off the table he had been sitting on and his coat billowed behind him in an oh- so-taunting way.
"Hello love. I forgot to really return this last night you scared me with that fainting act of yours. By the way not a bad book. It's no John Donne but it's not bad." Well duh it's no John Donne but how would he know that? He handed me back my book and took out his ticket to the AC/DC concert.
"Thanks for taking the time to return my book Spike it was really thoughtful of you" What an idiot what kind of person says that's really thoughtful of you? I can't believe I am making such a fool out of my self. Why does this always happen when he's around?
"No problem pet I came here with Avocado here, and saw Oz listening to some music and decided to sit down cause he looked like a cool guy comparatively speaking that is" Spike said glancing over his shoulder at Angle and the other jocks.
"Oh wouldn't you know it would be the musician that get's all the attention!" Xander complained.
"Oh you play" Spike said, "So what do you play?"
"Keyboard some times guitar.' Oz replied "you?"
"Guitar mostly some bass and drums when I'm in the mood." Spike answered dryly.
"Cool" oz said in his usual monotone voice.
They are doing that weird musician head bop thing. The thing where they are just barely moving their heads up and down like they are nodding at something. The annoying thing is it is constant. Why do they have to do that all the time is it like some secret musician mores code?
"I play the trumpet." Xander said trying to get into the conversation.
"Dude no you don't" Oz said
"Plus trumpet and guitar don't mix well together Xan." Spike replied
"Oh sure use his regular nickname while I am stuck being a green vegetable chopped up to make guacamole" Wes said in an irritated voice. Everyone looked at him and the quickly returned their attention to the conversation between Spike and Xander all except Fred that is but Fred always spent a little more time on Wesley then everybody else.
"You know you don't fool me Spike, if that is even your real name. This big bad thing you have going on I know the truth, and don't think you are even the slightly naughty. So why don't you go sit with the popular people over there on that grassy nole?" Xander got daggers from all the girls in the general vicinity and for good reason we finally get someone to chose us over the popular people and he is sent away!
"Because they suck!" Spike said with no expression. All of us, being the girls, were quick to tell him that he could stay. This time it was the boys her were shooting daggers at us. He gave us a quick nod and headed off inside with out another word. As the end of his coat disappeared through the doorway the first bell rang and I rushed to first period with Willow.
I sat in math completely aware that Willow was not paying attention just like me. We were in fact passing a note. She like I had been yesterday could talk of little else but Spike. She of course asked me a million questions after I let it slip that he came over last night. Once again it was assumed that I had done something improper what is it do I have a sign around my neck that says I'm a slut or something? Well once that came up there was no use even trying to pay attention during class because I knew that Willow wasn't going to let this go anytime soon or until she knew more about it than I did. I had to write out the whole story I conveniently left out the fact that I had been wearing my duck pajamas but Willow knew I left out something so I had to confess that I had in fact been wearing the most childish pjs I own and that is why I should try and find friends that aren't geniuses. Note to self find at least one friend who doesn't know when I'm lying. After I finally told everything I possibly could and some things I wasn't even aware I knew there were only like five minutes left of class. I decided to read Pride and Prejudice because as I said there was no way I was going to concentrate on class.
Oh my God he wrote me a note. Who takes a book and writes a note to someone and sticks it where her bookmark is? //Buffy sorry I scared you last night, but I figured you would want your book back. I know it must have been odd having your mom invite me to stay for dinner and all. I just thought you might like to know I thought you looked mighty cute in those pjs pet. +quak+ Spike.//
I raised my hand. "Mrs. Roberts I don't feel so ..." I fainted again at this rate I will defiantly have a concussion by the end of the week.
A/N: I know I know update more often and quicker but major stress right now ok and this is going to be a really good chapter I promise. The // indicates what is written in the note so you don't get confused. Buffy's nickname isn't strawberries because of the hair but because of how Spike thinks she will taste to those who were wondering. I know you don't want to hear anything from me so just thank you to my reviewers and please R&R toddles for now, ; )
Chapter 4
Another day of hell, after a night of explaining my love life to my mom. I hate school and now I get to face Spike after dinner in duck pajamas. Why is it always my life that sucks? I can't even try and avoid him because he has my book, and God knows take Pride and Prejudice away from me for 24 hours and I become a very dangerous person to be around. Fred came by to pick up her books from yesterday and walked with me to school, which finally got my mind off of Spike for at least a little while. OHMYGOD I should have know this day was going to well. Outside at our daily table all my friends are crowded around who else but Spike!
"Well looky here if it isn't Peaches, and strawberries arriving together and looky there's plumb its regular fruit salad today." Spike commented when he spotted Buffy and Fred
"They aren't bloody fruit!" Wes yelled.
"Oh stop being such a downer but then I wasn't dubbed avocado so I guess I have no reason to dislike fruit." Willow replied glancing at Wes. "Besides at least we aren't like cheese puffs and all artificial like. I would much prefer to be a fruit then a processed milk like substance dyed orange to look like cheese."
"Hey I like cheese puffs will they make your fingers orange" Xander replied a little put out because of Willow coment about cheese puffs.
I stood there motionless for obvious reasons. He was holding my book. The copy of Pride and Prejudice with the green binding and the picture of Colin Firth on the cover of it. It was basically in tatters I had read it so many times. I saw my bookmark sticking out. At the time I was using an index card that had a had written the french translations for the end of Les Misérables on because I got bored during french, but I mean we were going over past participles again! Need I say more? The thing I didn't expect to see was another place marker. Now why was that there? It looked like a ticket to some kind of concert. Must have been for the AC/DC concert that was coming up since it was an actual ticket and not a stub. From the looks of it was stuck in at what looked like about the point of the Netherfeild ball. He couldn't possibly have been reading Pride and Prejudice of his own free will that would just be too weird. He jumped off the table he had been sitting on and his coat billowed behind him in an oh- so-taunting way.
"Hello love. I forgot to really return this last night you scared me with that fainting act of yours. By the way not a bad book. It's no John Donne but it's not bad." Well duh it's no John Donne but how would he know that? He handed me back my book and took out his ticket to the AC/DC concert.
"Thanks for taking the time to return my book Spike it was really thoughtful of you" What an idiot what kind of person says that's really thoughtful of you? I can't believe I am making such a fool out of my self. Why does this always happen when he's around?
"No problem pet I came here with Avocado here, and saw Oz listening to some music and decided to sit down cause he looked like a cool guy comparatively speaking that is" Spike said glancing over his shoulder at Angle and the other jocks.
"Oh wouldn't you know it would be the musician that get's all the attention!" Xander complained.
"Oh you play" Spike said, "So what do you play?"
"Keyboard some times guitar.' Oz replied "you?"
"Guitar mostly some bass and drums when I'm in the mood." Spike answered dryly.
"Cool" oz said in his usual monotone voice.
They are doing that weird musician head bop thing. The thing where they are just barely moving their heads up and down like they are nodding at something. The annoying thing is it is constant. Why do they have to do that all the time is it like some secret musician mores code?
"I play the trumpet." Xander said trying to get into the conversation.
"Dude no you don't" Oz said
"Plus trumpet and guitar don't mix well together Xan." Spike replied
"Oh sure use his regular nickname while I am stuck being a green vegetable chopped up to make guacamole" Wes said in an irritated voice. Everyone looked at him and the quickly returned their attention to the conversation between Spike and Xander all except Fred that is but Fred always spent a little more time on Wesley then everybody else.
"You know you don't fool me Spike, if that is even your real name. This big bad thing you have going on I know the truth, and don't think you are even the slightly naughty. So why don't you go sit with the popular people over there on that grassy nole?" Xander got daggers from all the girls in the general vicinity and for good reason we finally get someone to chose us over the popular people and he is sent away!
"Because they suck!" Spike said with no expression. All of us, being the girls, were quick to tell him that he could stay. This time it was the boys her were shooting daggers at us. He gave us a quick nod and headed off inside with out another word. As the end of his coat disappeared through the doorway the first bell rang and I rushed to first period with Willow.
I sat in math completely aware that Willow was not paying attention just like me. We were in fact passing a note. She like I had been yesterday could talk of little else but Spike. She of course asked me a million questions after I let it slip that he came over last night. Once again it was assumed that I had done something improper what is it do I have a sign around my neck that says I'm a slut or something? Well once that came up there was no use even trying to pay attention during class because I knew that Willow wasn't going to let this go anytime soon or until she knew more about it than I did. I had to write out the whole story I conveniently left out the fact that I had been wearing my duck pajamas but Willow knew I left out something so I had to confess that I had in fact been wearing the most childish pjs I own and that is why I should try and find friends that aren't geniuses. Note to self find at least one friend who doesn't know when I'm lying. After I finally told everything I possibly could and some things I wasn't even aware I knew there were only like five minutes left of class. I decided to read Pride and Prejudice because as I said there was no way I was going to concentrate on class.
Oh my God he wrote me a note. Who takes a book and writes a note to someone and sticks it where her bookmark is? //Buffy sorry I scared you last night, but I figured you would want your book back. I know it must have been odd having your mom invite me to stay for dinner and all. I just thought you might like to know I thought you looked mighty cute in those pjs pet. +quak+ Spike.//
I raised my hand. "Mrs. Roberts I don't feel so ..." I fainted again at this rate I will defiantly have a concussion by the end of the week.