Disclaimer: I own absolutely nothing except the plot. If I did own any of it, Joss Whedon would have some serious explaining to do but seeing as how I don't. Well then. I own nothing. Nada. Zilch. I'm a college student are you getting the idea?

A/N: Okay, this is my first try at Spuffyness. Its completely about Buffy and Spike although there is some Spike and Drusilla moments because well, she was his first 'love'. Anyways, please tell me what you think. Honestly. But don't do it with cruel and malice (although I have yet to see that) I'm just a college girl trying to exist in the harsh harsh world. I did take the basic idea from "A Walk To Remember" for those who haven't seen it. This is NOTHING like it. However, I won't promise that no one will die. Hope you like.

William 'Spike' Giles smiled as he and his friends drove up to the pier. It was after Homecoming and it was barely twelve-thirty as he took another swig of beer. Leaning against his car he smirked as Drusilla walked up to him, kissing him softly. Wrapping one arm around her he kissed back, keeping his beer in his hand. Watching their friends dance around like idiots was the funniest thing Spike had seen in awhile. He and his friends Zach Montoya, Angel O'Riley, and Michael Jacobs had been together since freshman year and now they were in their senior year of high school. Spike's thoughts shifted as Drusilla kissed him on the cheek lightly.

"Come on luv.let's play under the stars." She whispered to him. Spike held back a chuckle, Dru was the crazy type.always wanting to play under the stars and thinking they talked to her. Keeping his feet firmly planted he shook his head.

"Not right now luv, I don't dance, you know that."

"Mmm, naughty little boy. The stars want you to dance and you won't listen to them." Spike rolled his eyes.

"Dru, you know I don't believe that."

"Then what do you believe?" Spike chuckled, pulling Drusilla close as he kissed her.

"I don't believe in anything. Not a single thing." Kissing Dru hard on the mouth he dropped the beer on the ground, not really caring about it much more. Slowly his mind went from having fun with his friends to just having fun with Dru. Smirking as their kiss broke and he noticed his friends had the same idea with their girls he and Dru made their way into the back of his jeep...

Spike awoke to the sound of sirens. Looking up he sighed and pulling up his pants he zipped them and grabbing his shirt he shook his head and took out a cigarette.

"Bloody 'ell."

"You were arrested for hanging out with those boys I told you not to and to make things worse you were drinking?" Anya Giles exclaimed as she got her son home. Shaking her head she gave him one look that Spike knew all too well. It meant he was supposed to sit down. Sighing he sat down and shook his head, rubbing his eyes. He had one hell of a hang over and his step- Mums voice wasn't helping. His father, Rupert Giles, was a well-known businessman that like most famous ones, traveled around a lot. He had met Anya (then Jenkins) during one of his trips and since then they had been inseparable. Usually, Spike liked Anya but right now her voice was the last thing he wanted to hear was her voice. "Are you even listening to me William? Honestly.just wait until Rupert hears about this."

"He's not going to do a bloody thing Anya.you know that." Spike mumbled leaning back. Anya sighed, shaking her head running her fingers through her hair.

"William.don't start with me. Just because he's not here right now doesn't mean he hasn't been there for you. You really need to forgive him." Spike stood up, rolling his eyes.

"The day I forgive that bastard Anya is the day you quite bloody naggin' me. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to bed." Beginning to walk out of the room he rubbed his eyes.

"I don't think so Will. You have somewhere to be in one hour." Spike stopped, and turned towards Anya, confusion on his face.

"What are you bloody talking about?" Anya crossed her arms, looking him in the eyes.

"You have to get to church. We're going and you're not going to get out of it because you were stupid enough to go out drinking the other night." Spike groaned as he held his head in despair. Sighing he made his way up the stairs to his room. Instead of punishing himself by looking at the bed he immediately walked to his closet and grabbed his button down blue shirt. Walking to the bathroom he ran cold water onto his face, his silver necklace that he always wore hung down and as he looked up into the mirror seeing how shitty he actually looked he shook his head. Getting the shirt on he grabbed a pair of clean pants and slipping them on he made his way back down stairs. Sliding into the car he leaned his head against the door and closed his eyes. He fell asleep as Anya drove off and didn't even realize the thirty minute drive had passed until Anya smacked him on the side of the face lightly.

"Wake up sleepy head." She said, grabbing her bag she took her keys out and got out of the car, adjusting her skirt. Spike rubbed the sleep out of his eyes once again looking out the window he squinted as the sunlight attacked his eyes. Slowly getting out he adjusted to the light and as he pulled down his shirt he looked towards the church entrance.

"I see you've finally been able to make it.Spike." A small, feminine voice said behind him. Turning around he looked towards the familiar blonde head he had teased since his first day at his new high school.

"Nice to see you too Summers.now what brings you here? I mean after all, its not every day that you get a Bible-hugging broad to talk to a low life like myself." Buffy Summers frowned. Sighing she looked up to Spike and tried a smile but it wouldn't come to her.

"Bible-hugging? I'm afraid I'm not familiar with the term.but if you mean I do attend church every Sunday you're right Spike.I do." Spike smirked.

"Course I'm right pet. But, then again.it's not that hard to see that you are a girl who goes to church.I mean with that sweater that you always wear and everything." Buffy took a deep breath in, trying to keep her composure.

"You know Spike.God teaches us to have faith and to befriend our enemies. I'm just doing what God asks of me. You don't need to throw it back in my face."

"I'm not throwing a bloody thing in anyone's face pet. Besides.God has nothing and wants nothing to do with me."

"I think you're wrong Spike, and hopefully you'll soon realize it for yourself. Now if you'll excuse me." Spike watched as Buffy walked past him, holding her previous Bible and wearing that same stupid sweater she always did wear. Searching his pockets for his cigarettes he groaned as he remembered he had left them on his bed.along with his lighter.

"Bloody 'ell."