Chapter 5: Feeling a Moment

"Are you sure your parents won't mind?" Spike asked Buffy as they walked into Buffy's house.

"They're not home…besides, they don't care what I do." Buffy answered.

They entered Buffy's living room and Spike took a good look around at all the fancy furniture and expensive artwork.

"This place is…" Spike started while looking around.

"…a museum." Buffy finished his sentence.

"Sort of…it's nice." Spike said, "You're parents must be pretty successful."

"My dad is….Darla seems to be the one to decorate the house." Buffy said and collapsed into a nearby couch.

"And Darla is?" Spike asked as he sat next to Buffy.

"My step-mom…." Buffy laughed and shook her head, "However she could be a candidate to be my sister—she is so young."

"I see." Spike nodded and leaded back into the couch. Both Spike and Buffy listened to the silence of the giant mansion for a while.

"My mom lives in San Francisco…" Buffy sighed. Spike turned his head and looked over at Buffy. "If I had it my way I would be living with her instead of being with Darla." Buffy explained.

"So…why aren't you?" Spike asked.

Buffy let out a deep breath, "I don't know…" She paused and looked out in a distance, "Guess I never brought it up..."

Spike thought about her response. 'She seems to be the type that doesn't want to make trouble and please everyone.' He thought.

"Do you want to see the pool?" Buffy hopped up on her feet.

"Uh…sure." Spike said and got up off the couch.

Buffy and Spike went through two French doors and out onto a balcony.

"Wow…" Spike mumbled as he looked off the balcony. Down below was a beautiful pool that glowed in the night. The pool was surrounded by lawn chairs that were setup in a garden.

"Come on." Buffy said and started down the steps of the balcony, towards the pool.

Once they got down to the pool Buffy slipped off her sandals and sat at the edge of the pool and dipped her feet in. Spike just stood still with his hands in his pocket. Buffy looked up at him and noticed he wasn't joining her.

"Come on…" she laughed.

"Nah, I'm good." Spike said with a smile and looked down at his feet.

"The water is perfect…come on." Buffy said and patted the spot next to her.

Spike stared at her for a moment before giving in. He sat down on a lawn chair and took off his jacket and slipping off his shoes and socks. He walked over to the edge of the water in a sort of shy way. Spike sat next to Buffy and dipped his feet in the water.

"Well?" Buffy laughed.

Spike nodded, "It's nice."

"Told ya." Buffy smiled and then looked up at the starry sky.

"So…you and Angel?" Spike said as he watched his foot move around in the water.

Buffy frowned and looked over at Spike, "Yeah…"

He turned his head to look her in the eye, "You been together long?"

She let out a sigh, "Ya…he's been the only one…" she thought for a moment and laughed, "I actually can't remember a time when we weren't together."

Spike looked back at his feet in the water and nodded.

"I know he seems to be the big party guy and the big dumb jock guy…but-but he has a side of him that, I don't know, find charming." Buffy said while staring off in a distance.

Spike and Buffy turned to face each other at the same time.

"Maybe I should go." Spike said softly.

Buffy glanced all around Spike's face, from his eyes, to his cheeks, to his lips.

"Maybe…" Buffy said softly.

At the moment Buffy wasn't thinking about Angel, all thoughts of her boyfriend seemed to float out of her head.

"Guess I'll see you around huh?" Spike started to get up and took his feet out of the pool. Buffy snapped out of her daze when she noticed he was leaving.

Spike went to the lawn chair to retrieve his things and then turned around and was about to leave but he found Buffy standing in his way.

"Thanks for the ride home." Buffy said.

"No problem…I really should go…Rups and Jen are probably freaking out again." Spike said. The walked around Buffy and exited out of her yard and went down her driveway.

Buffy watched him go out of her site. She looked back up at her big house and felt the familiar feeling of being alone.