Disclaimer: this is all Joss's creation and the next chapter I'll have a continuation of the quirky disclaimers I had before.

Warning: this was written in a bit of a rush so I didn't have the opportunity to check it. Please review and help me out.

A Dinner Date

Buffy frantically threw things from her closet onto her bed. "How do I have nothing to wear?" she exclaimed.

"Buffy," comforted Willow. "I seriously doubt that anyone could have more in their closet than you."

"So not helpful" called Buffy as she threw the last shirt from inside the closet onto her bed. "I can't believe I have nothing to wear. Nothing matches and I don't have the right accessories or anything." She let out a frustrated sigh and plopped herself on the bed, crushing a few outfits in the process.

"Just calm down. Everything will be fine."

"Easy for you to say, you're practically engaged."

Willow walked around the room leisurely, glancing at the contents of the bed with interest. "So you like him? My brother I mean."

"Well, yeah. He's so nice and sweet and gorgeous and…did I mention gorgeous?"

"Good" responded Willow not answering Buffy's question. She pulled a shirt from the pile and draped it on her arm. "You both deserve the best."

Buffy smiled laying back on the bed. "Thanks."

"It's true" Willow continued thumbing through some skirts. Buffy didn't notice. "Dawn and I actually thought about hooking you up but you guys kinda beat us to the punch."

"Really? So you're not totally weirded out that I'm dating you're brother or actually will be?"

"Why would I mind? I love you both. Like, if you break his heart I'd kill you and if he broke yours, I'd do the same to him." She pulled a skirt from under the pile. Buffy sat up and turned to her best friend.

"I don't know if that's sweet or homicidal."

"Little of both actually" admitted Willow with a nod. She held out the outfit to Buffy. "Here, change into this. William won't know what hit him." Buffy chuckled taking the afore mentioned outfit.

"What?"

"William" she giggled walking into the bathroom and closing it with a soft click.

With a roll of her eyes, Willow walked into the living room and, at Buffy's request, opened her laptop. She wanted Willow to read her first chapter or what there was of it.

Buffy's inspiration at seeing Spike had been cool but why would she share her romance with other readers. Besides, there hadn't been much romance unless you count the hyperactive kid or the two minute talk between cotton candies. In other words, she had deleted the entire thing and replaced it with something else. Buffy knew it sucked but still it was all she had at the minute.

Buffy exited the bathroom ten minutes later. The knee-length black mini went well with her black boots. The cute, light blue button up shirt was open at the top revealing a white tank top under it. Buffy's hair was up in a long ponytail showing off her blonde on blonde highlights.

Anyway, Willow had finished reading the three pages Buffy had written. "How was it?" asked Buffy spraying some perfume on herself.

"Well" Willow began hesitantly. "It was certainly different."

"That bad?" frowned Buffy turning to face her as she put a light coat of lip gloss on top of her smudge-free lipstick.

"Worse" sighed Willow. "It was pretty dry and trust me, I'm being kind."

Buffy sighed. "I need to start my book. I have a deadline to keep to."

"Don't worry Buff. You'll think of something. You always do."

"Yeah, let's hope that's the case. If I have to hear one thing from Riley Finn…"

"Breath Buffy. Today's a happy day remember?"

"Happy" Buffy repeated. "Happy, happy." The door bell rang suddenly cutting them both off. "Oh fuck!" yelped Buffy. "He's here. He's here. What do I do?"

"Opening the door would be a good start" Willow suggested.

"Oh yeah, the door. I knew that."

"Sure you did."

Ignoring her, Buffy walked over to her front door and, after taking a deep breath, she pulled it open. "H-hi" she stammered surprising herself. She was surprised that she could even stand let alone speak.

Spike was sexier than ever. A pair of black slacks hung loosely around his hips. A black tee-shirt could be see under his button up red shirt. His boots were polished and a small, adorable smile could be see on his lips.

"Hey luv" he responded pulling out a small bouquet of roses for her.

"Oh, that's so sweet" she took them from him. The two awkwardly stood there for a second until Buffy realized why. "Oh! Come in!"

"Thanks" he grinned. Play it cool he thought to himself. Don't act nervous.

Spike sauntered into the tiny apartment and spotted his sister.

"Hey red" he said going over and kissing her on his cheek.

"William" she acknowledged. "I'm leaving now so…yeah. Have fun you two."

"Thanks Will" said Buffy hugging her goodbye.

"Bye Buff, Bye Spike." With that she was gone and the two that were left had no idea what to next.

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Buffy and Spike sat at one of the best tables in a fancy restaurant. It was a pretty nice place too. There was a chandelier in the center of the room emitting a dim light. The windows were covered with long silk curtains. Over them, lacy, see-through curtains sat. The table they were covered with a cloth table cover.

Buffy shifted uncomfortably. She hated fancy places like this especially when she was nervous. Her hand kept shaking every time she picked up her glass and her heart was pounding against her chest uncontrollably. She sighed.

Spike, seeing her discomfort said in a low voice. "You wanna get out of here?"

"What?" Buffy asked dumbly. "No! I'm totally fine."

"You don't have to lie luv."

"Am I being that obvious?" she bit her bottom lip.

"Yeah kinda but I don't want to be here either. It's way too…uppity you know." Buffy nodded. "What do you say we ditch this place and go grab a burger?"

"I'd love that" smiled Buffy jumping out of the seat and all ready to go. Spike grinned getting up as well.

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Dawn sat in the living room at Willow's house with an excruciatingly load television. Uncle Xander had come back and by the sound of it, he was getting a BIG welcome home. Even at this volume, Dawn could hear the lone moan or "shh" coming from the bedroom. Putting her CD player on full blast, Dawn made a face and began singing at the top of her lungs, anything to drown out those disgusting.

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