Disclaimer: Yes...Joss Whedon owns all of the characters except the ones that
you have never heard of because I created them...I wonder if Joss has ever
heard of a thing called 'sharing'...
Summary: ((Warning: Total Spuffiness!!! Everyone is human too...oh yeah, the story isn't as lame as the summary...seriously)) Starts off with everyone as young teenagers. Glory and Buffy are step sisters, and Angel is the stepbrother....blah, blah, blah ((Sorry it's too juicy to give away)) And Buffy is hit by a car, loses all of her memory...including all recollection of her love...Spike...this is a really vague summary.
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Buffy walked hurriedly to school, not even once pausing to glance behind her to see Angel hobbling as best, and as fast as he could to keep up. He didn't look angry that Buffy was ignoring him at all; he had a love- smitten, and foolish smile on his face. Finally he caught up with her, and placed his crutch in front of her. Buffy stopped, and looked at him, "What?" she asked.
Angel smiled, and stuck his right foot which was in a cast out for her to see. There was writing on it. Buffy looked at the writing, it said: Angel and Buffy forever. Buffy glared at him venomously, and stepping over the crutch, began to run to the school. Angel smiled even wider, he took it as a hint that she was more than pleased with it...hence her displeasure.
Buffy took out her binder, and began to take down the notes that the teacher had already written on the board. A few minutes went by before another girl looked out of the window. She began to shriek, and point. Soon everyone was crowded around the windows, shrieking, laughing, and pointing. Only Buffy remained at her desk. The teacher tried to calm down the class, but with no avail. Finally she sat down, and began to grade papers.
Glory turned away from the window fuming. She marched over to the studious Buffy, and grabbed her wrist. She dragged the protesting girl to the window, and pointed to the window. "WHAT is THAT?" she demanded.
Buffy looked out the window in horror. There in the middle of the courtyard Angel sat with his crutch at his side, and one of his larger sketch pads up in the air with writing on it. It said: Buffy do you like me or not? Buffy scowled at him, and shot him knives, and went back to her seat. For the rest of the day Glory did nothing, but glare poison at Angel.
Buffy stumbled into the bedroom, and stretched. She had already made dinner, and cleaned up afterwards, and done all her chores. Now for some free time. She sat down at the desk, and pulled out a piece of nice green stationary paper. She picked up a pen, and began to write. Glory came into the room not too long after. She walked up to Buffy, and peered over her shoulder. Smirking, she began to read the letter out loud.
"Dear Spike,
How are you? I hope you're doing good. Sorry that I haven't been writing lately...I've just been real busy. I am wondering if you even remember who I am. ( I hope you do. I miss you a lot Spike. Do you have a girlfriend yet? I'll bet you do..."
Glory stopped there, the thought of her William having a girlfriend made her angry and jealous. She was already angry and jealous of Buffy and him, it'd be hard enough to win his heart from her, but with another one? In that case, she might as well find another rich, powerful, and handsome goon. Buffy turned around, and looked up at Glory. Glory smirked at her, "Tsk, tsk, you're such a player Buffy, what will William say when he finds out that you've been cheating on him...with your STEPBROTHER?"
Buffy stood up, and looked Glory in the eye, "I AM NOT cheating on ANYONE."
Glory rolled her eyes, "Sure, that's why Angel would do anything for you...he's like some sort of whimpering slave, doing this and that at your slightest command...tell me, you like him don't you?"
"I DO NOT LIKE ANGEL."
Glory laughed airily, "Don't lie to me Buffy.
"I'm NOT."
"Don't play stupid with me."
"I'm NOT."
"You know, it's so disgusting...sure, he's not your blood brother, but it's all so gross all the same..."
"I KNOW THAT, AND I DON'T LIKE HIM." Buffy's rose higher.
"Just looking at you makes me revolted...perhaps I will write William..." Glory mused out loud.
Just then Buffy slapped Glory. Glory looked at the defiant Buffy in surprise, then 'the slap' sunk into Glory. Fuming she slapped her back. Soon they were fighting. They grabbed, yanked, scratched, and pulled at each other; shoved, pushed, and slapped. Then they began screaming at each other.
Xander was just about to slip into bed when he heard the girls from upstairs. He hurriedly dashed out of the room with Darla at his heels. They came just in time to see Buffy throw a punch at Glory's head, but Glory had rolled away just in time, and Buffy ended up hitting the soft bed. The shocked Xander ran forward, and pulled out a struggling Buffy off of Glory.
Glory who's face was red from screaming a larger portion of the insults quickly screwed up her face in pain, and began to cry.
"What happened?" Xander demanded.
"I-I-I don't knooooooowwwwwww," Glory sobbed, "B-B-Buffy j-j-j-just st- started to h-hit meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!!!" Buffy was about to protest, but her voice was drowned out my Glory's excessive wailing.
Xander was about to speak, but Darla jumped in. "Glory dear," she said scoldingly, "What did you do to invoke Buffy's anger like that? Were you pestering her again?" She turned to Buffy, "Are you alright dearie?" she asked, her voice dripping with false worry. She was about to stroke Buffy's cheek, but Buffy pushed her hand away.
"Don't touch me." she warned.
Darla gasped, "Buffy?! What did you just say?" Xander asked in disbelief at Buffy's 'rudeness.' Buffy glared at her father, how could he?? Her OWN father! Crying Buffy ran out of the room. Angel had been standing in the hallway. He hobbled after her.
She ran all the way to the park, and sitting on a bench began to cry. Angel arrived not too long after, and sat down next to her. He smiled at her.
Angrily Buffy sat up, and moved to another bench...the stupid fool, why couldn't he leave her alone?!
Finally Buffy walked over to the phone booth, and put in some coins.
"Hello?" came the voice.
"Spike?"
"Buffy?" came the voice with obvious happiness.
"Hi Spike..." she said, her voice trembling from crying.
"Are you crying?" he asked.
"No..." she began.
"Don't lie to me Buffy, I know you too well. Why are you crying?" he demanded softly.
"B-because I miss you so much." she replied.
Spike laughed, "Very funny. Only in my dreams. Anyways, is it Darla? What did she do to you this time?"
Buffy tried to change the subject, "You have an accent now." she commented.
"Tell me now Buffy." Spike repeated, his voice a bit more forceful.
"Shoot, I've run out of coins," Buffy said hastily, "I miss you a lot Spike."
"I miss you too, bu-" he began to say, but Buffy slammed the phone down, and began to cry. She missed him so much. He had been the only one to ever care for the lonely schoolgirl who sat by herself. Despite being the most popular guy in the school, he always chose to hang out with her, in and out of school. She sobbed like she never had, and began to beat the sides of the phone booth. Oblivious of the boy who sat outside on the bench in the cold watching her...still smiling, and marveling at her beauty, even when she was crying, her eyes puffy, and angry.
Summary: ((Warning: Total Spuffiness!!! Everyone is human too...oh yeah, the story isn't as lame as the summary...seriously)) Starts off with everyone as young teenagers. Glory and Buffy are step sisters, and Angel is the stepbrother....blah, blah, blah ((Sorry it's too juicy to give away)) And Buffy is hit by a car, loses all of her memory...including all recollection of her love...Spike...this is a really vague summary.
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Buffy walked hurriedly to school, not even once pausing to glance behind her to see Angel hobbling as best, and as fast as he could to keep up. He didn't look angry that Buffy was ignoring him at all; he had a love- smitten, and foolish smile on his face. Finally he caught up with her, and placed his crutch in front of her. Buffy stopped, and looked at him, "What?" she asked.
Angel smiled, and stuck his right foot which was in a cast out for her to see. There was writing on it. Buffy looked at the writing, it said: Angel and Buffy forever. Buffy glared at him venomously, and stepping over the crutch, began to run to the school. Angel smiled even wider, he took it as a hint that she was more than pleased with it...hence her displeasure.
Buffy took out her binder, and began to take down the notes that the teacher had already written on the board. A few minutes went by before another girl looked out of the window. She began to shriek, and point. Soon everyone was crowded around the windows, shrieking, laughing, and pointing. Only Buffy remained at her desk. The teacher tried to calm down the class, but with no avail. Finally she sat down, and began to grade papers.
Glory turned away from the window fuming. She marched over to the studious Buffy, and grabbed her wrist. She dragged the protesting girl to the window, and pointed to the window. "WHAT is THAT?" she demanded.
Buffy looked out the window in horror. There in the middle of the courtyard Angel sat with his crutch at his side, and one of his larger sketch pads up in the air with writing on it. It said: Buffy do you like me or not? Buffy scowled at him, and shot him knives, and went back to her seat. For the rest of the day Glory did nothing, but glare poison at Angel.
Buffy stumbled into the bedroom, and stretched. She had already made dinner, and cleaned up afterwards, and done all her chores. Now for some free time. She sat down at the desk, and pulled out a piece of nice green stationary paper. She picked up a pen, and began to write. Glory came into the room not too long after. She walked up to Buffy, and peered over her shoulder. Smirking, she began to read the letter out loud.
"Dear Spike,
How are you? I hope you're doing good. Sorry that I haven't been writing lately...I've just been real busy. I am wondering if you even remember who I am. ( I hope you do. I miss you a lot Spike. Do you have a girlfriend yet? I'll bet you do..."
Glory stopped there, the thought of her William having a girlfriend made her angry and jealous. She was already angry and jealous of Buffy and him, it'd be hard enough to win his heart from her, but with another one? In that case, she might as well find another rich, powerful, and handsome goon. Buffy turned around, and looked up at Glory. Glory smirked at her, "Tsk, tsk, you're such a player Buffy, what will William say when he finds out that you've been cheating on him...with your STEPBROTHER?"
Buffy stood up, and looked Glory in the eye, "I AM NOT cheating on ANYONE."
Glory rolled her eyes, "Sure, that's why Angel would do anything for you...he's like some sort of whimpering slave, doing this and that at your slightest command...tell me, you like him don't you?"
"I DO NOT LIKE ANGEL."
Glory laughed airily, "Don't lie to me Buffy.
"I'm NOT."
"Don't play stupid with me."
"I'm NOT."
"You know, it's so disgusting...sure, he's not your blood brother, but it's all so gross all the same..."
"I KNOW THAT, AND I DON'T LIKE HIM." Buffy's rose higher.
"Just looking at you makes me revolted...perhaps I will write William..." Glory mused out loud.
Just then Buffy slapped Glory. Glory looked at the defiant Buffy in surprise, then 'the slap' sunk into Glory. Fuming she slapped her back. Soon they were fighting. They grabbed, yanked, scratched, and pulled at each other; shoved, pushed, and slapped. Then they began screaming at each other.
Xander was just about to slip into bed when he heard the girls from upstairs. He hurriedly dashed out of the room with Darla at his heels. They came just in time to see Buffy throw a punch at Glory's head, but Glory had rolled away just in time, and Buffy ended up hitting the soft bed. The shocked Xander ran forward, and pulled out a struggling Buffy off of Glory.
Glory who's face was red from screaming a larger portion of the insults quickly screwed up her face in pain, and began to cry.
"What happened?" Xander demanded.
"I-I-I don't knooooooowwwwwww," Glory sobbed, "B-B-Buffy j-j-j-just st- started to h-hit meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!!!" Buffy was about to protest, but her voice was drowned out my Glory's excessive wailing.
Xander was about to speak, but Darla jumped in. "Glory dear," she said scoldingly, "What did you do to invoke Buffy's anger like that? Were you pestering her again?" She turned to Buffy, "Are you alright dearie?" she asked, her voice dripping with false worry. She was about to stroke Buffy's cheek, but Buffy pushed her hand away.
"Don't touch me." she warned.
Darla gasped, "Buffy?! What did you just say?" Xander asked in disbelief at Buffy's 'rudeness.' Buffy glared at her father, how could he?? Her OWN father! Crying Buffy ran out of the room. Angel had been standing in the hallway. He hobbled after her.
She ran all the way to the park, and sitting on a bench began to cry. Angel arrived not too long after, and sat down next to her. He smiled at her.
Angrily Buffy sat up, and moved to another bench...the stupid fool, why couldn't he leave her alone?!
Finally Buffy walked over to the phone booth, and put in some coins.
"Hello?" came the voice.
"Spike?"
"Buffy?" came the voice with obvious happiness.
"Hi Spike..." she said, her voice trembling from crying.
"Are you crying?" he asked.
"No..." she began.
"Don't lie to me Buffy, I know you too well. Why are you crying?" he demanded softly.
"B-because I miss you so much." she replied.
Spike laughed, "Very funny. Only in my dreams. Anyways, is it Darla? What did she do to you this time?"
Buffy tried to change the subject, "You have an accent now." she commented.
"Tell me now Buffy." Spike repeated, his voice a bit more forceful.
"Shoot, I've run out of coins," Buffy said hastily, "I miss you a lot Spike."
"I miss you too, bu-" he began to say, but Buffy slammed the phone down, and began to cry. She missed him so much. He had been the only one to ever care for the lonely schoolgirl who sat by herself. Despite being the most popular guy in the school, he always chose to hang out with her, in and out of school. She sobbed like she never had, and began to beat the sides of the phone booth. Oblivious of the boy who sat outside on the bench in the cold watching her...still smiling, and marveling at her beauty, even when she was crying, her eyes puffy, and angry.