Disclaimer: Joss and I have been talking (evil grin) and he said that the Buffy/Angel verse were all mind. Okay, not exactly. BUT HE WILL., if it's the last thing I do (melodramatic much? Lol)

A/n: sorry for the delayed update. Have I mentioned that homework and teachers are evil because they are. I promise that the next update wont even take this long. And on with the show!

Sleeping arrangements

Buffy walked leisurely around the room, humming a song by All-American Rejects called my paper heart. She sang along as she got settled, putting her clothes away neatly and hoping that they would stay that way.

Please just don't play with me

My paper heart will bleed

This wait for destiny won't do

Be with me please I beseech you.

Simple things

That makes you run away

Catch you if I can.

Tears fall down your face

The taste, is something new

I know moving on is…

Buffy continued to sing, the sun streaming in through the window in lazy rays. The blue skies making the day seem even more perfect.

No mom she thought when the song was over and she had turned her Cd player off. No Dawn and best of all no…

Her thoughts were cut of by someone coming crashing into the room. She looked up from her position by the closet and watched in increasing horror as she saw the peroxide blonde hair and then heard the English accent.

"Yeah" he called. "Screw you too." With that, he slammed the door shut. He turned around and stopped in his tracks as he saw the little blonde girl staring at him open mouthed.

"What are you doing here?" they demanded in unison. "ME?! You?!"

Spike sighed annoyed. "What the bloody hell are you doing in my dorm room?"

"Yours?!" exclaimed Buffy. "I have my room assignment right here and it says room 9B, Stevenson hall."

"Mine too" Spike said pulling out a small paper just as Buffy had.

"This can't be right" he muttered. "The powers that be aren't this mean."

"Well" Buffy began. "It's obviously a mistake. All we have to do is go to the dean of housing and he'll tell you that you're in the wrong room."

"Me!" exclaimed Spike. "I think you got that reversed Summers."

"Please" she said rolling her eyes.

It took forever for them to meet the dean. Apparently, he was "having some problems" but when the two of them walked in, it smelled suspiciously like Chinese food.

Anyway, both of them sat side by side. Not because they wanted to but because they had been instructed to.

"How may I help you?" the middle aged man asked from in front of them.

"I think" began Buffy. Spike cleared his throat causing her to roll her eyes. "We think that there has been a mistake in the rooming arrangements."

"Hmm" the man said. "Let me check. Ms. Summers and Mr. Giles right?" they nodded. The man typed something into the computer in front of him and crinkled his nose in concentration.

Buffy took those minutes to examine the man. He was short and had an odd shaped head barely covered with hair. His shirt, striped none the less, had sweat stains on them which explained the sour stench coming from his direction.

"Room 9B, Stevenson hall?" he asked. Again the two nodded, each holding their breath. Mixed in with the sour smell was the horrible breath he had. Each one of them would be willing to pay for a dental job for him…and that was being nice.

"Well" he smiled, which looked somewhat scary on him. "That's exactly where you're supposed to be."

"But" Spike protested. "I can't be stuck with her. I want to get away from her." The last part he said more to himself then anyone else.

Unfortunately, Buffy heard him and shot him a death glare before mumbling "Like you're God's gift."

The man, completely oblivious, continued. "There are no other rooms available if that's your next question. I'm sorry."

Unable to stand the smell much longer, Buffy thanked the dean and walked out; taking a deep relaxing breath once she was stepped out of the office.

The two of them ranted about how stupid this school was not really listening to one another. They walked back into the dorm room grudgingly.

"There are gonna be rules" said Buffy searching for some aspirin.

"Shock" Spike said sarcastically.

"One" she whirled around after finding the pills and downing them with bottled water. "You aren't allowed to bring any 'late night female friends' to this room when you know I'm gonna be here or there id even a chance that I might walk in nor are you allowed to touch my bed if you to…do anything."

Spike smiled a very fake smile. "I'm pretty sure that goes both ways although I doubt that with you being such a stuck up bitch that'll be a problem."

"You know what you mother fuc…" she cut herself off. Sitting on the bed closest to the right side of the room, she rubbed her temples and sighed.

"Two" she continued determined not to let Spike get to her. "You are under NO circumstances allowed to touch my stuff."

"Like I'd want to" he said with a grimace.

"And finally, If you break any of these rules, I swear that there'll be a castration in your future." The look on Spike's face showed her that her point had come across loud and clear.

A/n: So what'd ya think? Tell me if this is worth continuing or if you have some suggestions, I welcome you to send them to me. I've already decided, though, that in a few chapters, something monumental is gonna happen to Buffy and maybe Spike cause I wanna spice things up a little. That's all I can tell you since that's all I know myself. Lol. The next chapter should be up pretty fast since I'm starting vacation soon. Reviews are welcome and so are constructive criticisms. Adios people! OH! And I was just informed that I had accidentally blocked non-members of fanfiction from reviewing. Sorry about that. I've unblocked it so now more reviews (YAY ME!!! LOL)

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