Cherries
By Javawolf
Author's Note: Thanks to everyone who reviewed, my loyal friends, I feel like I know you all so well! Your opinion means so much to me, thank you.
I've seen other author's do a Q&A thing before each chapter, and it looks like fun, so I'm gonna give it a try. Ask any questions you want.
My Question: How old are my reviewers? I'm curious to know, pray tell.
Ricechex: Ivy's Papa, (who we'll know more about soon, I hope!) , is a grumpy old man. Between you and me, I don't like him either:P As for his dark past...I'm not telling! giggle
SpikingJennsAngel: I wasn't originally planning for Angel to be front stage, Cherries is based mostly on Spike. I was saving Angel's entrance until the end, but for you - maybe I'll bring him in. Not yet. Perhaps in the foreseeable future...
Kara: You're right, he was thinking of Angel when he said it. But does that necessarily mean he's accepted it? ;) Hmmm...
ShinodaBear: I want to take this moment to tell you how cute your pen name is. Love it. Ha, ha, ha! Dead fish! LOL! Oh, no worries, please. Feel free to rant as much as you want, I enjoy reading your reviews.
MarieP: He may make an appearance, we shall see.
raga2dope: Well, you certainly are enthusiastic! I'm going to try to update regularly, but if I rush myself the story will fall apart. It happened with one of my other stories, The Blue Room. Totally flopped because I rushed through it. I don't want to make that mistake again.
"And you fled the country? Dude, that's weird."
Spike nodded with quiet sadness. "Yes well...it was one of those weird things that seem to keep happening to me."
"Was?"
"It's a thing of the past–hakuna matatah."
Jonathon blinked. "Wanna tell me about her?"
Spike sat puzzled for a moment before speaking. "Not really."
"Oh."
For one extremely awkward minute both of them sat in absolute silence, conversing without speaking. Spike saying how weird he felt being in a closet with a complete stranger, Jonathon replying that Spike must never have been to Pittsburgh.
"Well..." Jonathon yawned. "I should get to bed I guess."
Spike arched an eyebrow. "You actually bought a ticket?"
"Yeah." Jonathon replied defensively. "I have a room and everything."
"Who's money paid for it?"
At that point Jonathon stood and felt around in the dark for the doorknob. Upon finding it, he quickly opened the door, exited the cozy little closet and slammed the door behind him, leaving Spike alone in the dark feeling as though he was simply pissing everybody off that day. The thought occurred to him that he was always pissing everybody off, he'd just never cared before. This trip was turning out to be more frustration than it was worth.
Only two more days, he thought hopefully. But what would he do when he arrived in London? He'd thought more than once on visiting Paris before going to Buffy, though he didn't know what was possessing him to do that. But maybe he could take her out for dinner in Paris. Sure, it sounded sappy, but sappy romance is what Spike lived for. Apart from fast-moving motor vehicles, beer, and a good spur of violence from time to time.
And then what? He mused. Would he stay with her in Europe, or would they travel the world? Something in Spike's gut told him he'd be better off never traveling again. He'd been on this bleeding boat 6 hours and had succeeded in making enemies of the Captain and an unstable, teenage criminal.
(At this point, the narrator would like to freeze-frame, allowing all to witness ShinodaBear entering the story briefly, and hitting the Captain over the head with a dead fish. Thank you, ShinodaBear. And now, back to the story.)
Spike reluctantly stood and exited the closet, taking a moment to observe someone being beaten with what looked like--a fish?...he couldn't really see. Then, when it seemed the assailant had been satisfied and the entertainment was over, Spike turned and made for the stairs seeking to find his cabin.
A/N: Painfully short, I know. I'm working on three different fics now, and I'm trying not to spread myself too thin. I'm not very happy with this chapter and I think it safer to wait until Blaise decides to start beating me over the head with a fish. Maybe then I'll get some ideas. Not too long this time, I promise. (Unless something bad happens to my computer, which it probably will...) Sorry. Review anyway?
P.S. ShinodaBear, hope you don't mind...I just thought it was so funny!