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: Spuffiness!!! Everyone is human too...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 step brother...blah blah blah ((Sorry, it's too juicy to give away)) And Buffy is hit by a car, loses all her memory...including all recollection of her love...Spike...this is a really vague summary...
((A/N: I WANT TO TELL ALL OF THE REVIEWERS WHO HAVE REVIEWED THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!! IT REALLY ENCOURAGES ME TO CONTINUE!!! *muah* LOVE YOU ALL!!! REMEMBER MORE REVIEWES=MORE CHAPPIES!!!))
((A/N: Courtney and Cho-Freak-Dragon, I love you both so much for being steady reviewers, and I'm extremely pleased that you guys like my story!))
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If love was meant to be between two people, Then they will always find each other, No matter how long it takes, No matter how far, No matter how many obstacles stand in the way, In the end, they will always end up in each other's arms.
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* * THE NEXT DAY * *
Elizabeth came into the store with a dejected look on her face; Willow was already there, turning on the lights. "Hey Liz, how did it go yesterday?"
"They said that they liked our stuff...it just wasn't 'their style,'" she mumbled as leaned on the counter.
Willow patted Elizabeth on the back, "Don't worry, once we become rich, and Cliché becomes famous, they will regret turning us down."
Elizabeth sighed, "I really really hope so."
Just then Anya came strolling in, "Hello all! Lizzy!! How did it go with Starlight yesterday?" she asked.
Willow and Elizabeth both let out a depressing sigh, "Ooh...I'll take it as a not-so-good." Anya said finally. She quickly walked over to the cash register; she grabbed a several bills and shoved them in their faces. "Come on, hold the money, whenever I don't feel good, I hold the money and then I feel all better." She stared at Willow and Elizabeth who looked back at her with doubtful looks, "Come one!!!" she urged. Finally they gave in and took some bills each.
"I actually feel somewhat enlightened." Willow said after a little bit.
Anya nodded approvingly, "And people say that money is evil and corrupting...hmph!" She proceeded to take the money out of Willow and Elizabeth's hands and had just placed it back into the cash register when a middle-aged man with black hair walked in.
"Bradbury...!" Willow said, almost uncertainly.
"He's come to take our money..." Anya muttered to herself under her breath.
"You know today is 'rent day,'" Bradbury began.
"Yeah, we were just going to mail the erm...money today." Elizabeth said quickly.
Willow and Anya nodded.
Bradbury gave them a half-hearted and cheeky smile, "Well you know, I was in the neighborhood..." Anya coughed much to everyone's dismay. "And you know, I decided to save you guys some postage, and decided to pick up the rent today."
Anya scowled at Bradbury. Elizabeth pulled out a key, and unlocked a drawer, and took out a blue bank bag. She withdrew wads and wads of bills. She gave them to a reluctant Anya to count. Anya kept putting out her hand for Elizabeth to put more money it.
Elizabeth bit her lip as Anya put her hand out again, "The bags empty..." she whispered in Willow's ear. Willow shirked a bit, and unlocked the cash register. She began to pull some more money out the cash register and added it to the growing pile of money. Anya continued to put out her hand.
"Umm...the cash register is empty..." Willow hissed into Anya's ear.
"How much?" Elizabeth asked as she pulled out her wallet.
"Exactly $94 dollars." Anya replied with much malice. Anya glared at Elizabeth, "If someone hadn't been to slack with our money, we would be able to pay off our rent, and have enough money left over to buy a cheeseburger from McDonald's."
Willow sighed, "You know she's right Liz..."
Bradbury cleared his throat rather loudly, "The rent is due today, not next year." he announced.
"We know that you evil-money-stealing-unproductive-pathetic-excuse-of-a- model citizen-git." Anya retorted rather nastily.
Bradbury glared at Anya, and tugged at the collar of his light blue collared shirt.
"I'm sorry you guys...I have a $20," Elizabeth said apologetically.
"I only have a $10," Willow piped in.
"And I have $10 too." Anya scowled. "Still $54 short...that money could've gone to good use, but nooo, we...I mean YOU had to give it all to that Giles geezer to buy some insignificant book that no one has ever heard of."
"I told you guys I'm sorry!" Elizabeth wailed.
"Tell that to the money." Anya snapped.
Elizabeth sighed, and grabbing the wads and wads of money handed it to Bradbury. "We're short of $54 Bradbury...is it possible that you could give us an extension? We'll have it by tomorrow...-"
Bradbury put up his hand, "Sorry, I've been too lenient on you girls. You guys better be moved out in two days because I already have new tenants."
Elizabeth was about to say something, but he was gone.
"At least we don't have to give him the other $54 dollars." Willow said trying to lighten the mood.
Anya was still glowering at Elizabeth mumbled something about 'old geezers that weren't helpful to the economy stealing money.'
Elizabeth sighed, even though everything was 75% off, they hadn't gotten many customers. Anya helped the last customer, and sighed, "A measly $10...can't even buy fries with the ten cheeseburgers."
Then a small group of women came in, and soon everyone was a bit busy. Elizabeth had helped her customer, when another customer came up to her with a gray sweater covering their face. "How much is this?" the voice asked.
"Oh it's $20." Elizabeth said cheerfully.
"I see, and what kind of material is it made of?"
"Genuine French Wool." Elizabeth replied.
The customer lowered the sweater; Elizabeth found herself looking into a pair of familiar blue eyes. "Seems a bit expensive."
Elizabeth glared at him, and snatching the sweater marched over to the rack where he had gotten it.
"Tsk, tsk, you don't treat other customers like that now do you?" Spike asked, with his trademark smirk on his face.
"This store does not sell to...to...annoying people like you." Elizabeth managed to sputter.
Spike smiled, "So...do you have any plans for this afternoon?"
"I'm sorry, but I'm too busy to talk." Elizabeth snapped.
Spike nodded, "So, if all of the clothes here were bought then you wouldn't be busy, correct?"
Elizabeth didn't say anything, and continued to straighten some clothes.
"Hmm...I think $60,000 would cover everything no?"
Elizabeth tried not to choke.
"Okay, perhaps that's a little low, how about $100,000 then?"
Elizabeth turned to him, "It'd be wonderful, but I doubt you have that sort of money."
Spike smiled at her, "Oh really?" He pulled out his wallet, and took out about ten thousand dollar bills. "How about $10,000 in advance?"
Elizabeth clenched her fists, "Sorry, but this store, will not sell clothes to you." She shoved him out the door.
Spike smile grew wide. He began to walk down the street. Elizabeth looked out the door to make sure he was going. He turned around, and seeing Elizabeth waved at her. Elizabeth glared at him again, and went back inside.
"We've hardly had any people today!" Anya wailed, "There's hardly any money!"
Elizabeth sighed, and squeezed Anya's arm, "I'm sure we'll get people soon."
Just then a large mass of women came into the store. "Oh my goodness gracious Millie, look at this dress!"
"Bertha, is this my color?"
"This is the loveliest red sweater I have ever seen!"
Willow, Anya, and Elizabeth all high-fived each other. Willow was busy helping customers, and Anya was ringing up all the purchases. Elizabeth was about to help another when she spotted Spike leaning nearby the door. Eying him viciously through slitted eyes she marched up to him, "This was all your doing wasn't it? You paid them all to come here, didn't you?!" she said half-yelling and accusingly.
Spike gave her an innocent look, "Now now luv, I don't have that much spare time, besides, I've never seen these ladies in my life!"
Elizabeth gave him a doubtful look.
To prove his point Spike walked over to a random woman, "Do you know me pet?" he asked.
The woman who was probably in her mid-thirties gave him a strange look, "Never seen you in my life." she commented before turning back to a rack of shirts.
"There? Happy now?" Spike asked.
Elizabeth snorted, and went to go help some ladies.
Spike sighed, he had made some progress right? He drove away in his silver Jaguar, and upon entering his office, called Glory, one of the company's top fashion designers, into his office.
"Now read me off that list of possible companies to out buy again." Spike ordered.
Glory gave him a glowing smile, and began to read them off again.
"Which one do you think is the best?" Spike asked as he leaned back in his leather comfort chair with his feet propped up onto the glass desk.
"I personally found 'Donny' and 'Always' very promising." Glory said.
"Hmm...yes...have you checked out Cliché?" Spike asked.
Glory shook her head, "Never heard of it before."
Spike sighed, "Well I see some promise in them...-"
"I'll check them out right away William." Glory interrupted as she stood up. She walked over to his desk, "So my mother wants to know if you'll come over for dinner tonight."
Spike glanced at Riley who stood in the corner of the room engrossed in a video game with three other bodyguards of Spike. "You're free tonight..." Riley called monotonously.
Spike nodded, "See you at...?"
"Seven."
"Alright, see you then luv."
((A/N: * sigh * The things that Spike does for Buffy...just wait till you read the more things he does for her! And Aidan will say something that will make us all happier!! I hope...Review, review!!!))
Summary: ((Warning: Spuffiness!!! Everyone is human too...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 step brother...blah blah blah ((Sorry, it's too juicy to give away)) And Buffy is hit by a car, loses all her memory...including all recollection of her love...Spike...this is a really vague summary...
((A/N: I WANT TO TELL ALL OF THE REVIEWERS WHO HAVE REVIEWED THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!! IT REALLY ENCOURAGES ME TO CONTINUE!!! *muah* LOVE YOU ALL!!! REMEMBER MORE REVIEWES=MORE CHAPPIES!!!))
((A/N: Courtney and Cho-Freak-Dragon, I love you both so much for being steady reviewers, and I'm extremely pleased that you guys like my story!))
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If love was meant to be between two people, Then they will always find each other, No matter how long it takes, No matter how far, No matter how many obstacles stand in the way, In the end, they will always end up in each other's arms.
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* * THE NEXT DAY * *
Elizabeth came into the store with a dejected look on her face; Willow was already there, turning on the lights. "Hey Liz, how did it go yesterday?"
"They said that they liked our stuff...it just wasn't 'their style,'" she mumbled as leaned on the counter.
Willow patted Elizabeth on the back, "Don't worry, once we become rich, and Cliché becomes famous, they will regret turning us down."
Elizabeth sighed, "I really really hope so."
Just then Anya came strolling in, "Hello all! Lizzy!! How did it go with Starlight yesterday?" she asked.
Willow and Elizabeth both let out a depressing sigh, "Ooh...I'll take it as a not-so-good." Anya said finally. She quickly walked over to the cash register; she grabbed a several bills and shoved them in their faces. "Come on, hold the money, whenever I don't feel good, I hold the money and then I feel all better." She stared at Willow and Elizabeth who looked back at her with doubtful looks, "Come one!!!" she urged. Finally they gave in and took some bills each.
"I actually feel somewhat enlightened." Willow said after a little bit.
Anya nodded approvingly, "And people say that money is evil and corrupting...hmph!" She proceeded to take the money out of Willow and Elizabeth's hands and had just placed it back into the cash register when a middle-aged man with black hair walked in.
"Bradbury...!" Willow said, almost uncertainly.
"He's come to take our money..." Anya muttered to herself under her breath.
"You know today is 'rent day,'" Bradbury began.
"Yeah, we were just going to mail the erm...money today." Elizabeth said quickly.
Willow and Anya nodded.
Bradbury gave them a half-hearted and cheeky smile, "Well you know, I was in the neighborhood..." Anya coughed much to everyone's dismay. "And you know, I decided to save you guys some postage, and decided to pick up the rent today."
Anya scowled at Bradbury. Elizabeth pulled out a key, and unlocked a drawer, and took out a blue bank bag. She withdrew wads and wads of bills. She gave them to a reluctant Anya to count. Anya kept putting out her hand for Elizabeth to put more money it.
Elizabeth bit her lip as Anya put her hand out again, "The bags empty..." she whispered in Willow's ear. Willow shirked a bit, and unlocked the cash register. She began to pull some more money out the cash register and added it to the growing pile of money. Anya continued to put out her hand.
"Umm...the cash register is empty..." Willow hissed into Anya's ear.
"How much?" Elizabeth asked as she pulled out her wallet.
"Exactly $94 dollars." Anya replied with much malice. Anya glared at Elizabeth, "If someone hadn't been to slack with our money, we would be able to pay off our rent, and have enough money left over to buy a cheeseburger from McDonald's."
Willow sighed, "You know she's right Liz..."
Bradbury cleared his throat rather loudly, "The rent is due today, not next year." he announced.
"We know that you evil-money-stealing-unproductive-pathetic-excuse-of-a- model citizen-git." Anya retorted rather nastily.
Bradbury glared at Anya, and tugged at the collar of his light blue collared shirt.
"I'm sorry you guys...I have a $20," Elizabeth said apologetically.
"I only have a $10," Willow piped in.
"And I have $10 too." Anya scowled. "Still $54 short...that money could've gone to good use, but nooo, we...I mean YOU had to give it all to that Giles geezer to buy some insignificant book that no one has ever heard of."
"I told you guys I'm sorry!" Elizabeth wailed.
"Tell that to the money." Anya snapped.
Elizabeth sighed, and grabbing the wads and wads of money handed it to Bradbury. "We're short of $54 Bradbury...is it possible that you could give us an extension? We'll have it by tomorrow...-"
Bradbury put up his hand, "Sorry, I've been too lenient on you girls. You guys better be moved out in two days because I already have new tenants."
Elizabeth was about to say something, but he was gone.
"At least we don't have to give him the other $54 dollars." Willow said trying to lighten the mood.
Anya was still glowering at Elizabeth mumbled something about 'old geezers that weren't helpful to the economy stealing money.'
Elizabeth sighed, even though everything was 75% off, they hadn't gotten many customers. Anya helped the last customer, and sighed, "A measly $10...can't even buy fries with the ten cheeseburgers."
Then a small group of women came in, and soon everyone was a bit busy. Elizabeth had helped her customer, when another customer came up to her with a gray sweater covering their face. "How much is this?" the voice asked.
"Oh it's $20." Elizabeth said cheerfully.
"I see, and what kind of material is it made of?"
"Genuine French Wool." Elizabeth replied.
The customer lowered the sweater; Elizabeth found herself looking into a pair of familiar blue eyes. "Seems a bit expensive."
Elizabeth glared at him, and snatching the sweater marched over to the rack where he had gotten it.
"Tsk, tsk, you don't treat other customers like that now do you?" Spike asked, with his trademark smirk on his face.
"This store does not sell to...to...annoying people like you." Elizabeth managed to sputter.
Spike smiled, "So...do you have any plans for this afternoon?"
"I'm sorry, but I'm too busy to talk." Elizabeth snapped.
Spike nodded, "So, if all of the clothes here were bought then you wouldn't be busy, correct?"
Elizabeth didn't say anything, and continued to straighten some clothes.
"Hmm...I think $60,000 would cover everything no?"
Elizabeth tried not to choke.
"Okay, perhaps that's a little low, how about $100,000 then?"
Elizabeth turned to him, "It'd be wonderful, but I doubt you have that sort of money."
Spike smiled at her, "Oh really?" He pulled out his wallet, and took out about ten thousand dollar bills. "How about $10,000 in advance?"
Elizabeth clenched her fists, "Sorry, but this store, will not sell clothes to you." She shoved him out the door.
Spike smile grew wide. He began to walk down the street. Elizabeth looked out the door to make sure he was going. He turned around, and seeing Elizabeth waved at her. Elizabeth glared at him again, and went back inside.
"We've hardly had any people today!" Anya wailed, "There's hardly any money!"
Elizabeth sighed, and squeezed Anya's arm, "I'm sure we'll get people soon."
Just then a large mass of women came into the store. "Oh my goodness gracious Millie, look at this dress!"
"Bertha, is this my color?"
"This is the loveliest red sweater I have ever seen!"
Willow, Anya, and Elizabeth all high-fived each other. Willow was busy helping customers, and Anya was ringing up all the purchases. Elizabeth was about to help another when she spotted Spike leaning nearby the door. Eying him viciously through slitted eyes she marched up to him, "This was all your doing wasn't it? You paid them all to come here, didn't you?!" she said half-yelling and accusingly.
Spike gave her an innocent look, "Now now luv, I don't have that much spare time, besides, I've never seen these ladies in my life!"
Elizabeth gave him a doubtful look.
To prove his point Spike walked over to a random woman, "Do you know me pet?" he asked.
The woman who was probably in her mid-thirties gave him a strange look, "Never seen you in my life." she commented before turning back to a rack of shirts.
"There? Happy now?" Spike asked.
Elizabeth snorted, and went to go help some ladies.
Spike sighed, he had made some progress right? He drove away in his silver Jaguar, and upon entering his office, called Glory, one of the company's top fashion designers, into his office.
"Now read me off that list of possible companies to out buy again." Spike ordered.
Glory gave him a glowing smile, and began to read them off again.
"Which one do you think is the best?" Spike asked as he leaned back in his leather comfort chair with his feet propped up onto the glass desk.
"I personally found 'Donny' and 'Always' very promising." Glory said.
"Hmm...yes...have you checked out Cliché?" Spike asked.
Glory shook her head, "Never heard of it before."
Spike sighed, "Well I see some promise in them...-"
"I'll check them out right away William." Glory interrupted as she stood up. She walked over to his desk, "So my mother wants to know if you'll come over for dinner tonight."
Spike glanced at Riley who stood in the corner of the room engrossed in a video game with three other bodyguards of Spike. "You're free tonight..." Riley called monotonously.
Spike nodded, "See you at...?"
"Seven."
"Alright, see you then luv."
((A/N: * sigh * The things that Spike does for Buffy...just wait till you read the more things he does for her! And Aidan will say something that will make us all happier!! I hope...Review, review!!!))