Chapter Three- Patrolling
The day had gone by very slowly. Buffy had promised to spend this day as 'A Scooby Day', so she did. She had stayed, at The Magic Box, all day, just hanging out with her friends. And since her friends were in the mood for a 'lazy day', it wasn't much fun. Hour after hour, magazine after magazine, nighttime finally came, and with that came a knock on the door. Actually, a barge through the door.
Spike walked into the magic shop and immediately plopped down on the cough with Dawn.
"Oh look, if it isn't Dead Boy." Xander piped, barely looking up from his hand-held TV. Spike had become a frequent visitor, visiting everyday, over the last few months; the fun had just been sucked right out of Xander's name calling.
"Oh shut your gob." Spike rolled his eyes. "Hey, Nib, what's up?"
"Math, then science, then English, now boredom." Dawn sighed.
"What da' ya' say me and you go out and about then?"
"No!" Buffy looked up from her drawing for the first time since Spike walked in. She was finding it harder and harder to pretend that she still hated him.
Spike new he could get a rise out of her. Make her jealous. Serves her right, leaving him that way this morning.
"I mean…no. I, uh, Spike, you need to come patrolling, with me. So I can…keep an eye on you…you uh, big pain in the ass, and uh, you should have to help…me slay. Because you can…and, I won't have to worry about you…getting hurt by something…uh, because I don't care." What started out, as Buffy's murmur soon became babble.
Spike lefted his scarred eyebrow. "So, you want me to go patrolling with you?"
"Uh, yeah."
"Oh, can I come!" Dawn squealed.
"Yes, yes, you can Dawn." Buffy said sarcastically, "Just because I said no every other time…why not?"
"But, I haven't got to see Spike in a week, and we haven't gotten to hang out in forever!"
"No."
"But…"
"No."
Dawn huffed, and walked over to where Willow and Tara were sitting.
Buffy stood up and looked around the room. Everyone had returned to there respected…thing. Willow, Tara, and now Dawn, were sitting on the couch, talking about their weeks, Xander and Anya were cuddled up by the table, watching the little TV, and Giles was sitting at his desk, reading another, big, dusty book.
"We're gone then." Buffy said, turning to see, Spike already waiting for her outside, bouncing on the heels of his feet.
"Bye Buffy." The rooms contents, called to her as she walked outside.