A/N: Sorry for the uber late update, I have been busy with school. Anyway, here's the update, and I hope you will enjoy it. Please review at the end for reviews fire my muse. Thanks ahead and enjoy!
Special thanks to my Beta Sunalso. Couldn't have updated without her
Note: Italics are Buffy's personal/Slayer thoughts.
(O.O)
Buffy
This was so not my night!
Earlier, I had been so happy. I was even humming as I prepared for my date with Angel at the Bronze. Then, as I was headed there, I ran into a couple of vampires. They'd taunted me and forced me to chase them all the way to Pop's Pumpkin Patch, where we had a not so epic battle. Not epic in the sense that I had failed miserably in immediately slaying the two stupid vamps which had resulted in me getting my attire and hair ruined!
But that wasn't the worst thing that happened .
Oh, boy. It really wasn't!
I went inside the Bronze, hoping with all hope to at least get on with my date despite my wretched appearance. Only instead I got treated to the sight of Angel standing beside Cordelia Chase while smiling and laughing at what she was saying!
The jerk!
When the dolt finally noticed me, he had the audacity to look horrified at my appearance!
Way to make a girl feel special, you idiot!
Cordy commenting about it didn't help raise my self-esteem either. Instead, I felt even more depressed and practically cancelled the entire date altogether, leaving the two alone with each other and running outside and trying to get as far away from them as possible.
So much for my one night of normalcy.
So here I was, slowly walking back home in my pumpkin splattered shirt and jeans, with my hair all icky and frizzy, all by my lonesome. I really wanted to cry at the moment. All I wanted was a nice normal date with my super-hot if not so normal boyfriend, but instead I ended up coming in late and appearing like I had just been through a twister together with pumpkins, not to mention I had to see Angel shamelessly getting flirted at by Cordelia fucking-Chase!
"Why can't I ever get just one single day? Just one day, where nothing bad happens to me and I don't have to slay stuff and can be normal, high school girl-Buffy! Why can't I get that? Was I really so evil in a past life that I'm being punished to live like this? Why? Why? Why? WHY?" I yelled with the top of my lungs to the sky.
"You know, they're never gonna answer you, even if you scream loud enough to wake the whole bloody neighborhood," a familiar voice resounded from behind me, catching me by surprise. I turned towards a very familiar face.
"What are you doing here, Spike?" I asked him, crossing my arms and giving him a little glare.
I was so not in the mood to deal with weird soulled vampires who had the ability to make me mysteriously feel jelly-legged with just one sexy look.
"I live here, Slayer," he then pointed, with the lit portioned of his cancer stick, to the large two-story house behind me.
I turned and realized, with great embarrassment, that my feet had accidentally led me to Spike's neighborhood.
Idiot!
"Oh-I mean, yeah, I knew that," I said, trying to at least hide the shame.
"Uh huh." He raised a scarred brow but said nothing else. Instead he looked me over in a way that made me even more embarrassed. "Anyway, what the bloody hell happened to you?"
I immediately became conscious at my appearance, and started to straighten my hair.
"Vamps," was all I managed to say.
He nodded his head in understanding. "Well that explains the look, how about the behavior earlier? Care to explain why you were yelling at the stars loud enough to waken the dead?"
"No, not really," I told him with a huff, remembering my bad mood, and turned and continued walking away from him. But as I was walking away I heard the familiar footsteps of the vampire. He was following closely behind me.
I walked faster but he followed me at the same speed. He annoyingly kept it up, even as I left the block.
"Dammit! What the hell do you want?" I asked, turning around to face him.
"Nothing, really. Just thought I'd accompany you until you get home." He shrugged, and what he said bugged me even more.
He was underestimating me!
I put on my best Slayer glare and aimed it at the conceited vampire in front of me.
"Listen here, Mister! I am the Slayer, and I can take care of myself!" I poked his hard chest with my finger. "I don't need an annoying, bleached blond, soulled vampire's protection! So you go back to that broken lamp post in front of your house, smoke your dead lungs out, and leave me alone!" I yelled at him and continued walking. I was only a few feet away from him when I heard the heavy steps of his boot clad feet following me yet again. I turned around to tell him off for the second time. "God, what the hell? Can't you understand simple English? I don't want you coming with me! I don't need your protection! I can get home all by myself without-"
"Oh, will you sodding shut up!" he yelled back at me, "I'm not trying to brass you off and I am not coming with you because I think you need my bloody protection! God knows you could kick my arse if you really want to."
"You're not? Then why are you following me?" I asked, seriously confused as to what he was doing.
"Unlike you Yanks, who've forgotten all about manners and etiquette, I happen to remember that it is common courtesy to not let a young woman escort herself home, even though the said woman can indeed take care of herself. It is simply not proper."
I looked at Spike as if he had grown another head.
Manners and etiquette? Common courtesy? That was just so old school and totally outdated. And what was with the Giles-talk? It was so weird to hear Spike talk that way, especially since he was wearing his usual punk look with the leather coat. But, at the same time, I found it hot to hear the words roll out of his mouth sounding like that.
Uh-oh! Creepy and sex-minded Buffy is trying to take control again.
I shook my head to get it to start thinking straight again before looking back up at Spike.
"So you're not coming with me because you think that I couldn't take care of myself or something as such?"
"Are you daft? Of course not! You're the Slayer, probably the best one I've seen in years. I'm not that stupid to think you're some fragile and innocent little girl."
I was shocked, I wasn't sure how to take that statement. I mean, I was happy that he thinks so highly of me but at the same time I was kind of offended that he couldn't see me as a fragile and innocent girl.
"I could so be fragile and innocent-" I was about to let him have it, but he didn't let me.
"And don't even start taking what I said the wrong way, because it was indeed a compliment. You are strong, pet, and the best. You aren't like most girls. Oh, don't get me wrong, you can be fragile and you are very young and innocent, because of your age, but that's not all you are. You're more than that. You're Buffy, the Vampire Slayer, Champion of the people, the world's Savior, you're Heaven's Chosen One. You're special, pet, so stop comparing yourself to other people and stop wanting to be like them because you are more than that. I think it's high time you started appreciating yourself more."
I stared at Spike as I took in what he said.
You're special...
No one has ever called me that before-well, alright Giles told me that and so did Angel, but they only told me to make me understand the importance of my duties as a Slayer, never in a way that made me feel like I, personally, was a very important person. It made me feel happy and proud of myself.
"Thank you," I told him softly.
He nodded his head and started walking. I immediately followed closely behind him and watched as he strolled confidently down the empty street.
Ooh, that walk should be illegal! How can he look so sexy just by walking?
I suddenly stopped as felt the now familiar dampness down below.
Dammit! Not again!
I bit my lips and thought about how I could get Spike to just leave me alone, because if the vampire didn't leave right now I was certain that his thoughts about how innocent I was would definitely change after I was through with him.
He halted and turned his head to look back at me. "You plan on staying there all night, Slayer?" he asked, thankfully not even noticing my flustered appearance.
"Yeah! I'm coming!" I answered, rushing up to catch up to him.
As I neared him I realized my mistake, as my senses began to overload at his amazing smell. My body was doing that strange tingly thing again.
Take him! One part of my mind screamed.
I shook my head again and tried to clear away such thoughts.
God, what was wrong with me?
I knew I really should've told Giles by now about these feelings I have been getting when I was around Spike, but I never got to do so because I never found the right moment to open up the topic.
Yeah, right. You sure it's not 'cause you didn't want him to solve your little Spike-obsession? The logical part of my brain asked me.
Okay, so maybe I was a bit reluctant to tell anyone about my wanting-to-have-sex-with-Spike problem. But can you really blame me? If people knew, especially Giles and Angel, they'd ban me from seeing Spike until they'd find a reason as to why I was acting and thinking this way.
But I didn't want that because I just became friends with the guy! And our friendship wasn't as easily forged as his and Xander's because, for some reason, after our tentative agreement to let his family help with the Slaying business while they were in town, I couldn't help but act like a major bitch when he was around. I mean, even though I really liked him and wanted to sleep with him, I ended up picking fights with him all the time. We'd end up yelling and insulting each other until one or both of us stormed off and left. It was really frustrating because, in the end, I would know that I was the one who caused the fight in the first place and I was the one who needed to apologize. Of course I would apologize the next time we'd bump into each other on patrol, but then I'd start another fight and the cycle would repeat.
It wasn't until the night that Drusilla saved my mom that our relationship changed. I came to their house to thank the vampiress for rescuing my mom, but she'd been with Darla at the time I arrived and Spike warned me not to interrupt Darla during her mommy-moments. So I didn't and instead waited with him outside their home and talked. We'd reached an understanding and promised to try to be more friendly with one another.
So yeah, we became friends and no longer verbally fought with each other.
Well, except for the rare occasional friendly banter, but that was different.
Anyway, we're now friends and I liked it because Xander was right about him. He was indeed different from Angel. Spike actually had a personality and was really fun to hang out with. He always had some kind of funny thing to say about our enemies and would give really useful and less cryptic information about my opponents. He was also smart, like Giles and Willow-smart, so occasionally he'd help Xander and I with our homework when Willow was busy with her witch training and when he had free time and wasn't busy trying to research on a cure for Dru.
Aside from that, he was like the best patrol partner a Slayer could ever ask for. He could take care of himself in a fight and always had my back. He was a strong and skilled fighter too, and would sometimes give me pointers during my own battles to improve myself, which was so much better than any of the training I had with Giles at the library.
Which is a fact that I would never disclose to my Watcher.
But more importantly, he just knew me and understood me in a way that no one else did. I could talk to Spike about my problems as a student and as a Slayer, and he'd listen and sometimes gave me advice on what to do. It was really nice, having someone like him as a friend. And that's why I didn't want to tell Giles or anyone about my problems, because I was afraid of losing Spike.
"You alright, luv?" he asked, looking at me with those concerned blue eyes that seemed to penetrate my soul.
"Yeah, I was just thinking," I told him, though not really devolving into what exactly what I had been thinking.
"About your date with my wanker of a Grandsire?" he asked, raising a questioning brow.
"How did you-" I looked at him with a surprised look.
"Oh, please, did you really think that I wouldn't know? Harris ain't exactly known for his skills in keeping secrets." He smirked.
I rolled my eyes.
Xander. Typical. Why am I not surprise he was the one who told Spike about my date with Angel?
"Look, it's not what you think," I said, trying to explain to him why I went out with Angel, although why I felt the urge to do so in the first place, I had no idea.
"You had a date with your boyfriend. Is there any other way for me to see how that happened?" Spike said with a teasing smile.
"No, I was just-You know what? Never mind. You're right. Angel and I are together and we were supposed to go out on a date at the Bronze," I told him.
"But that wasn't what happened and it ended up with you walking home all by yourself. Tell me, pet, what exactly did go on?"
And, as we continued our walk, I told him everything: from the vamps that attacked me on my way to the Bronze, right until I left Angel with Cordelia, I gave him every pitiful detail of my night right up until I met with him in front of his house.
"So the wanker just let you go home alone?" he questioned, trying to clarify the event.
"That's all you got out of everything I just said? He let me go home alone?"
"Well, that was the only thing I actually found significant in your story. That and the fact he didn't pick you up at your home in the first place, like a real man who goes out on dates with his girl would do, and the fact you two planned your date at the Bronze of all places. I mean, seriously, that place don't exactly scream romantic setting."
I was offended.
"Angel not picking me up and taking me home, and the Bronze not being a romantic setting for a date? That was the only thing you thought was important in all I told you? What about the vamps who attacked me or the fact I looked so trashed when I came to my date? Or Angel talking to Cordelia? Aren't those things important?"
"No, they aren't, luv, and you should know that," he stated.
No, I don't know that!
My glare intensified, making him take a couple of steps back.
"Okay, think about it this way: had Angel picked you up tonight, like a real gentleman would, you wouldn't have had to face those vamps alone, and if you had your date at a more secure and fancier place than the Bronze, you wouldn't have had met those vampires in the first place, then Angel wouldn't have had to talked to this Cordelia-chit, and you wouldn't have had to be walking home all by yourself and getting annoyed by the presence of yours truly. Do you now see my point?"
I paused as I processed what he said. I couldn't help but find his argument sound and logical.
"Okay, if you put it all that way, I guess it did sort of made sense," I said with a pout. "But then again, knowing my luck, if we did do everything different, something would've still gone wrong."
"Aw, pet, you shouldn't think that way. Life's too short of you to start thinking too negatively. Besides, one bad date doesn't mean it's the end of the bloody world."
"I know that. It's just that every time I try to do something non-slayer-y, my plans always turn up bad. It's like the universe is trying to tell me that it doesn't want me to be happy or something."
"I think you're a little too hung up on this date you didn't get to go on with the great poof. It wasn't even that good of an idea since all you two had planned was to meet up at a club."
"Hey, it so was a good idea! The Bronze is like a real popular place where lots of kids hang out!"
"Exactly! It's a common place and everyone goes there. You can't have a good conversation there because it's too crowded and far too noisy. You'd have to be shouting at your date just to hear each other."
"Well, I had no choice on the matter! The Bronze was the only place I thought Angel would be comfortable meeting." I crossed my arms and my lower lip stuck out further.
"Have you seen the look on his face when he goes to that place? He looks like he's constipated or something. He doesn't like it there, pet. He just goes there because he knows that's where you and your friends hang out."
I stopped walking and thought about what he had told me.
Okay, now that I think about it, Angel does look like he's out of place when he hangs with us at the Bronze. How is it I never noticed this?
"Ugh! I am the worse girlfriend ever!" I stated, hiding my face on my hands. "I took my boyfriend on a date at the one place he's totally uncomfortable in and had the nerve to leave him there because I no longer wanted to go out on a date with him! He must really think I'm evil!"
"There, there, luv. Don't think too much about it." He placed a comforting hand on my shoulder. "You had your reasons for leaving. And as for having a date at a place he wasn't comfortable with, well, the idiot should've said something instead of just accepting where you two were going. Or he could've been the one who planned the entire thing so to show that he knew how to care for you."
"Angel, couldn't plan our date. He doesn't understand the concept of it. I think it has something to do with him being so old and a vampire and that's why he doesn't understand the custom."
"Bullshit," Spike snapped. "I say that the bastard is too lazy to try and to research and find out about how to make women happy. I'm pretty sure he believes that he's god's gift to women and it's why he thinks that the girls are the ones who should work hard to gain his affection. He shouldn't use that excuse because it's a clearly stupid one. I mean, look at me, I'm old and a vampire too, yet at least I know what to do to make a girl feel special. Bring the girl some flowers and chocolates, take her at a fancy restaurant, shower her with compliments. How hard can it be for the wanker to do any one of those things?"
It must be really hard since he has never done a single one of them.
I didn't speak after that because I didn't really know what else to say. Spike's little insight on Angel's recent behaviors had enlightened me to the major harsh reality of just how terrible of a boyfriend Angel was.
He didn't hold hands. He's uncomfortable with kissing me. He didn't know my likes and dislikes, and I didn't know his. In fact, we didn't know anything about each other because we'd never had really spent any time talking. I'm usually the one who has to start the conversations and I do most of the talking. In reality, the only times he has ever really talked to me were when he'd speak to me about my job as the Slayer and how I was doing it.
"God, Angel is a really sucky boyfriend!" I said out loud.
"You're just realizing that now? I've been telling you that since I found out you two were together," Spike teased.
"Shut up, Spike. Can't you see I'm having a crisis here? I just realized that I'm seriously considering breaking up with Angel right now."
"Ooh, can I watch when you tear the old poof's unbeating heart out? I am a great fan of drama after all."
"This is serious, Spike! I think I want to break up with Angel!"
He then snorts at what I said. "Why? Over the fact that he doesn't know how to take you out on a date? That's kind of shallow, don't you think?"
"No, it's not just that!" I started pacing as I told Spike all I had come to realize about Angel. "Okay, maybe my reason for wanting to break up with him started from that, but I just realized a lot of things lately about Angel too, and those things are the real reasons why I want to break up with him." I stopped and looked at my companion with a sad expression. "Angel is a stranger to me. I don't know anything about him. What he likes, what he hates, what's his favorite color, or any of the things that should be basic information that is shared between two lovers. Heck, I don't even know his birthday!"
"May 16, 1727 was his human date of birth. While he was turned around the 10th of September, year 1753," Spike supplied the answer.
"See? I didn't know either one of those things! Angel never told me any of them! In fact, he doesn't tell me anything at all! He hides things from me, like about his entire family being soulled up like himself,f or the fact he was a vampire! Did you know that the first time I found out about him being a vampire was when the two of us had our first real kiss? My lips were on his and he vamped out!" Spike gave out a horrified expression at what I just said. "I know, it's unbelievable but it's the truth! I was so surprised that I almost staked him! But that aside, I just realized that Angel doesn't respect me enough to just be honest with me. He's always thinking that what he's doing is okay because he's trying to protect me by shielding me from the harsh reality of things! I'm a Slayer, dammit! I have seen far too many harsh realities, yet he still thinks of me as a child that deserves to be protected and kept in the dark! What he doesn't know is that I find what he does to me annoying and disrespectful and I-I hate it." I paused and thought of what were my exact feelings for Angel actually were. "I know I love Angel-well, at least I know I am starting to fall in love with him, but can I really love him? Or more specifically should I really love him? Should I really love someone who doesn't respect me enough to make my own decisions? Should I really love someone who lies and doesn't tell me the full truth of things? Should I really love someone who I barely even know? Who is Angel, Spike? Does he even love me like he sometimes says to me? Should I really give my heart to someone that I don't even know for sure that I have his to begin with?" I stared at my companion expectantly and hoping with all hope that he'd give me the answers to my questions.
But Spike looked conflicted, like he was debating with himself inwardly on whether he'd answer me or not, and it made me wonder why. I was about to ask him when he suddenly released a heavy sigh before surprising me with his real honest answer.
"He does love you, Slayer, this I know for certain," he stated with a resigned expression.
"Then why doesn't he show it to me? Why does he have to be this clueless and emotionless jerk that I have to always make considerations for? He's my boyfriend, he's supposed to be the one working on making me happy! But most of the time I'm the one who has to do everything to make us work! Ugh! It's so frustrating! Why can't he do the things you do?" I pointed at Spike.
"Things I do?"
"Yeah, you know; like hang out with me, talk to me about things you've done and tell me these really funny jokes that make me laugh, and also compliment me on everything I do! You know he has never once made me feel beautiful! Like ever! I mean, sure, I make him smile in that super-hot and dreamy kind of smile but that's only because I am being kind to him! But when I dress up all fashionable and pretty myself up for him, I don't even get a 'you look good tonight-statement! He doesn't even notice that I change my hair or something!"
"Well, most guys don't really notice those kinds of things, pet," Spike pointed out.
"Well, you do! I mean, just the other night when tied my hair in a low pony tail with my bangs falling down to cover one side of my face to hide a bruise, you told me it didn't suit me because I was hiding half of my pretty little face. And when I told you I was hiding the bruise, you said that I should carry my bruises with pride because it is a proof of what an amazing warrior I was and that had survived an attack from five vampires with only one bruise on the face. Angel didn't even notice my hairstyle that night and when he found out about the bruise he practically made me feel bad for having it by saying I should be more careful next time. Do you see now why I am frustrated and angry with him? And why I want to break up with him?"
"So break up with the bastard," Spike snapped.
"What?"
"You said it yourself, he makes you unhappy. He's a cold and an emotionless jerk, and he doesn't know how to treat you well. Why should you spend all your waking hours making the idiot feel comfortable being with you when he isn't making an effort to make you happy?"
"But-Angel, we-Do you really think I should break up with him?"
"Slayer, whether you break up with him or not is really up to you, pet. You really shouldn't be asking me this question. In fact, I insist you stop talking to me about this because my opinion on the matter will always be biased against Angel…"
"Because you hate him?" I finished.
He looked at me with that same intense stare that seemed to see through me, before he said his next words.
"I'm not bias because I hate Angel. Truthfully I feel sorry for the poor sod. He's had the soul for as long as all three of us, yet he's never been able to utilize it. He's never been able to see pass the guilt because he had to go through all of it alone. He's still learning to be a good guy, and relearning how to be with people, and trust me, that isn't an easy thing to do. I mean, I had to spend a couple of years practicing just to be able to stay in the same room with humans without my demon demanding I eat them. So yeah, I don't hate him."
"Then why would you be bias then? Shouldn't you be like telling me that I should be with him or something, if you feel that sorry for him?"
"I don't feel so sorry for him that I want to help him keep you, Slayer. Like you said, he's done nothing to deserve it," he said, turning away and going back to walking. "And I'm also too much of a selfish bastard to make that big of a sacrifice for that poof."
He mumbled the last part so softly that I almost missed it, and now I was totally confused.
What did he mean that he was selfish? What was he being selfish about? Could it be that it was because of me? Does he want me the way I think he does and because of that he won't really help Angel have me?
My heart beat faster in my chest as my excitement began to rise.
Did he feel the same way about me as I did about him?
I wanted to know and I started to ask him, but then fear stopped me. I bit my lip to prevent myself from voicing my questions, because, as much as I wanted to know the answers, I didn't want to ruin what we have just so I can find out about something that I believe I already know about.
I already knew the extent of how Spike feels for me. He cares for me just like Xander and Willow do. I am his friend, like all the other Slayers before me. He sees me as someone special and amazing and he aims to make sure that I live longer than my fallen predecessors, and at the same time he wants me to be happy and reach my fullest potential. And I know that that's the limit of his feelings for me, because, as much as he likes to praise my looks, he just doesn't see me enough to be a potential lover or someone he can form a romantic relationship with.
Guess this is one reason to not break up with Angel. He's the closest thing I can get to a Spike in my life.
I sighed heavily as I followed Spike. We continued to walk in silence while I was busy debating with myself. I knew that it was wrong to use Angel that way. I also knew that I wouldn't even be happy with continuing a relationship with him, but I didn't want to be boyfriendless and dreaming about a man who didn't see me as anything but a friend.
"Just follow what your gut tells you," Spike suddenly stated from beside me, making me looked up to him questioningly. "About whether you or not you break up with Angel. You've got great instincts, Slayer, use them."
"You do know that my instincts are only useful in an actual fight against evil, and not for solving my personal problems, right?"
"Naw, I don't really think so, pet. I think that if you followed what your gut tells you instead of your head, then your life would be easier."
"You mean even more problematic and chaotic. Angel said that I should learn to use my head from time to time and you're telling me the exact opposite of what he wants me to do," I told him while trying to conceal the resentment I was feeling from the implication of Angel's words.
Not only does the asshole not respect me but he actually sometimes sees me as an idiot! Condescending bastard!
"He only says that because he has such a big one in the first place. But that's actually not what I mean, luv. What I mean is that you should follow what your heart tells you. Do the things that makes you happy. Life is short, especially a Slayer's life. So try using it to the fullest and ensure you live without regrets."
I was shocked at first about Spoke making fun of Angel and defending me, but I shook it off since Spike and Angel never could be nice to each other and Spike did have a point.
I shouldn't be here wondering about whether or not I should break up with Angel. In fact, I really should break up with the big idiot since he's been a poophead since the beginning of this relationship. And I also shouldn't let myself be stopped by fear of rejection, I mean, what if Spike doesn't reject me? What if he actually feels the same way I do? And all he's waiting for is for me to make my move on him? What if I'm not the only one with this crazy horny feeling inside and it is actually a shared one between the two of us?
I shook my head at that last thought.
Horny me had to take a side step on this one because I need to focus on the serious stuff before going into the sexy stuff. Spike's advice was currently giving me the courage to actually do what I had been thinking of doing for quite some time now: tell him that I actually like him more than a friend and sometimes find him extremely hot and drool-worthy. It was time to dump Angel and ask Spike out on an actual date.
And so I stood straighter and braced myself for my confession, but was stopped when Spike announced: "And we're here." We stopped to stand in front of my house. "Well, Slayer, looks like this is where I drop you off."
My eyes widened in realization that I hadn't said anything to him yet, and I really wanted to, so I quickly invited him inside, but he declined, much to my disappointment.
"Your mum's inside. I can hear her moving around the house. I highly doubt that I'd be welcome this late of the night."
"Of course, she'd welcome you! I mean, she thinks you're Drusilla's brother and you and Dru kind of left an impact on her. She'd definitely want to see you again!"
It was a bit of a lie. Mom never really said that she wanted to meet up with Spike, she asked about him once, wanting to know his relationship to Dru, but aside from that, Spike never crossed her mind again. But what he doesn't know wouldn't hurt him, and I was really serious about the confession thing.
"I'd like to meet her again too, pet, but really, I have to get going. I left without informing Great Grandmum, and you how much of a bitch that woman can be when I don't tell her where I'm going. So maybe some other time, yeah?"
"Yeah, maybe some other time." I tried to hide my disappointment, really I did. But I guess I'm not that good of an actress because Spike saw right through it.
"Aw, don't fret, pet." He raised his hand and tucked my hair on my eyes. "You don't need my help anymore to suss out what to do. Just do what I said and all will be alright. If not, well-ole Spike will be here for you to support you in the end."
I giggled at the thought of Spike sitting with me on the couch while painting my nails, a silly chick movie playing on TV, and him giving me advice on how to get over heartbreak.
"Yeah, thanks for that, Spike."
"Anytime, Buffy," he said backing away before turning to leave. "Goodnight, luv!"
"Goodnight, and be careful on the way home!" I told him as he walked away from me.
"Now, where's the fun in that?"
I laughed and watched him as he disappeared around the corner of the street. I wasn't as disappointed that I hadn't been able to gush my feelings to him as I expected I'd be.
There would be a next time. And when that came I'd have already settled things with Angel.
(O.O)
