Spike looked across his small table at the red roses he'd nicked from the flower shop. Could he really go through with this? Give the slayer a token of my affections?

His mind raced to the look a like him and nodded his head. Sure why not? He would have to do it until Buffy saw the proper Englishman somewhere inside him.

"That might be a bloody long time." He muttered to himself as he shrugged on his duster. Buffy had this deluded image of vampires that couldn't love or feel. She thinks vampires with souls were the only ones who had the ability to love and stuff.

But the truth was that vampires could love so much easier than humans could, because they didn't play the crappie game of I like you but don't touch me. It was vamps like Angelus that gave vampires a bad name.

So what if vampires loved to have sex, so did everyone else! They just don't admit it to them and then they build up bloody unwanted tension and spend lonely nights dreaming of someone who was thought up.

It didn't make bloody sense! Spike knew what Buffy needed and it wasn't Mr. Cookie either! Now, he just had to convince Buffy of it.

"Joy," he said as he walked out into the night toward the familiar territory of Buffy's pad.

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Buffy was sitting with Willow eating chocolate, chocolate ice cream and watching Moulin Rogue. Why did romance have to suck so much? All that sacrifice and heartache involved. As she continued to watch she thought about the blossoming relationship with Michael.

It had been twenty-four hours since she's had spoke or had seen him. His phone number was right next to the phone waiting for the blonde to dial. But, she couldn't bring herself to call him. She calmed herself thinking it was to make him sweat when really she just didn't feel like talking to him.

What would I talk about? Not only that but she knew the conversation would draw on and on. Plus, Willow was here and that would be rude! Yeah rude!

"Buffy, are you okay? You seem distant, isn't the all lovely musical numbers making grumpy Buffy, happy Buffy?" Willow watched different emotions play across her face.

"Willow, what if you meet someone that looked like Tara, and they were really great but, you didn't like them in the- NO, that wouldn't work because you love Tara." Buffy dropped onto the couch in distress.

'What happened Buff?" Willow dropped her spoon and sat back knowing this could take awhile and that was okay since she hated the end of the movie anyway.

"I met this totally cute, nice, adorable, sweet, hot, nice guy. I really like him but I can't bring myself to want more than a friendship type relationship, is that weird?"

"Well what's wrong with him? If you only want to be his friend then there has to be something you're uncomfortable with." Willow sat on the under end of the couch hugging her pillow as Buffy sat back up ready to tell her friend the exact reason.

"He looks like Spike. No! I think he's a clone of Spike. But only the looks part, not like attitude or anything." Buffy looked out the corner of her eye to see Willow's wide opened eyes.

"I mean color me confused," she continued, "but isn't a guy I met not supposed to resemble my enemy!"

"Well we do-" Willow was cut off by Buffy.

"Live on the hell mouth I know! But why not this ONE time?" Buffy dropped her head into her hands.

"Well, Spike is kind of attractive," Buffy looked at Willow wildly, "I mean if you like that! But if that's the only thing wrong then you should go for it. I mean it's not like your dating him for his looks or anything. So just give it a try, you never know what the outcome could be!"

"You're right Willow! I think I'llcall him right now!" The giddier Buffy hopped off the couch into the next room to call Michael.

Willow chuckled to herself as she galnced at the clock that read 1:35 A.M. Well, this guy was in for an interesting conversation.

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Spike was listening to the entire conversation when a BRILLANT thought had hit him. He would pose as Michael to get closer to Buffy! Then she would see him for a real man.

Now to become human!

He thought to himself as he swiftly walked off into the night leaving the roses on her front porch, with an unsigned note attached.

A/n- thanks for reading my story, I'm sorry I haven't updated, I've been working on my own stuff! You should check it out!