Disclaimer: Again, nothing.-sighs- if only I did.then the world would be wonderful. Not that it isn't.hehe

A/N: Alright. Here's an update. I know I've been slacking but with the holidays coming up.it's crazy. I hope you enjoy and please please hit the nice review button on the bottom.

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Buffy frowned. Sitting down on the couch in front of the TV she looked around for the remote. Not finding it anywhere she rolled her eyes and looked under the couch. It wasn't there. With a determined look on her face she searched the room for it. Finally, after tearing the couch apart, looking in every crack she could think of, Buffy still hadn't found the remote.

"Dawn!" She yelled at the top of her lungs.

"What?"

"Get your cute butt down here and find the remote!"

"You look for it!"

"I did, and I can't find it anywhere."

"So that's my problem because?" Buffy crossed her arms and let out a deep breath. Sisters. They were such pains.

"Because you were the last one in here." Buffy retorted. Buffy heard a door slam and moments later she heard the heavy footsteps slamming down onto the steps. With an annoyed look on her face, Dawn Summers walked into the living room holding her brown hair up with one hand. With a pony tail in her mouth she walked to the side of the fire place and took the remote down. Walking back to Buffy she shoved it in her hand.

"Happy now?" Dawn said. Buffy grinned.

"Yes, and thank you."

"Whatever." Dawn started back up the stairs.

"Hey Dawn."

"What?"

"I love you."

"Yeah, yeah, I love you too." Dawn replied as she slammed her door. With a satisfied look on her face Buffy sat back down and pulled her blanket across her legs. Clicking the remote on, she smiled as her favorite movie came on.

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"Hey Spike?"

"Yeah."

"I-I kinda wanted to ask you something."

"Shoot." Spike replied as he lined up his shot and tossed the basketball up. He grinned as it sunk through the net without touching anything.

"I-I.well I wanted to know how you asked Drusilla out." Spike stopped and looked towards Conner.

"What?"

"I wanted to know how you asked Drusilla out."

"No, I understand that. But why do you want to know how I asked Drusilla out?" Holding the ball at his hip, Spike looked towards Conner who, in the few weeks Spike had known him, had gone through a sudden growth spurt and was now almost as tall as him.

"Well, I don't want to know like, Drusilla specifically, I just wanted to know.howyouaskagirlout." He mumbled. Spike raised an eyebrow.

"What?"

"Howdoyouaskagirlout?"

"Huh?" Conner let out a frustrated sigh.

"How do you ask a girl out?" He exclaimed. Spike grinned.

"I knew what you were saying all along mate, just wanted to hear you say it loud." Conner frowned and glared towards Spike. He grabbed the ball as Spike went for the rebound. Spike slowly grinned and nodded, "Alright, I give. Now why do you want to know?"

"Well, there's this girl."

"Obviously mate, what's her name?"

"Dawn."

"Uh-huh, Dawn.?" Spike inquired. Conner shook his head.

"I don't want to tell you. There's got to be a little mystery to this thing. Right?" Spike looked towards Conner and just shook his head.

"Okay, so Dawn, no last name, has caught your interest. Why do you want to ask her out?" Spike smirked as he grabbed the rebound from Conner's shot. He began dribbling, waiting for Conner's response.

"Isn't that obvious?"

"Not really, maybe if you'd be so kind as to.tell me. I could let you know." Conner sighed and ran his fingers through his shaggy brown hair. He took a deep breath in.

"First off, she's beautiful. I mean not just like, looks wise, of course she's beautiful there but her personality. It's like; she doesn't care what anyone thinks of her. She has her beliefs and her standards and she won't let anyone change that." Conner began going off on what Dawn was like and Spike trailed off to his own little world. He knew someone like that. She was beautiful both inside and out. But what he liked the most, was the way she'd blush when he'd mention something. Or the way she looked at him just seconds after they had kissed. He still felt her lips on his. Reaching up he touched his lips softly. "Uh, Spike.you okay man? You're not like, getting sick on me are you?" Spike shook his head.

"Sorry, what?"

"Oh no way, I'm not falling for that this time." Conner shook his head. "Hell no." Spike smirked, the kid learned fast. Dropping the ball, Spike sat down.

"C'mon, sit down."

"What?"

"I said sit down, now you bloody well better do it." Conner quickly sat.

"Okay, now you say you like this girl right?" Conner nodded, "Alright this is what you need to do. First off, does she like you back?" Conner shrugged, "What's that supposed to mean?"

"It means I don't know if she likes me or not."

"How can you not know? Have you asked her?" Conner shook his head, "Why the bloody hell not?"

"Because you don't just go ask a girl if she likes you or not."

"I did."

"Yeah," Conner snorted, "Well look at you." Spike frowned.

"What about me?"

"Well, you're, you're kinda."

"I'm kinda what?" Spike got up and looked down at Conner crossing his arms. "What am I eh?"

"You're.well you're kinda weird." Spike raised an eyebrow.

"Weird?" Conner nodded, "You think I'm bloody weird?" When Conner nodded again, Spike sat down in a fit of laughter. He was laughing so hard he had to hold his stomach.

"What's so funny?" Spike shook his head.

"You think I'm weird when you're the one who doesn't have the balls to just go up to a girl and kiss her!" Spike stopped. "Wait. That might not be." But Conner was already off on a dead run. Either the boy was pissed, which was one scenario.or he was going to take the advice Spike offered.

Either way.how was he going to explain this one?

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