Behind daddies back.
The next few weeks flew by. I started to concentrate more and more on my studies. I had decided I wanted to be a novelist. I had a pretty good imagination. Dad laughed when I told him, but mum was very supportive, she said if I needed anything she'll help me out.
I didn't see Spike for about three weeks and was starting to forget about him. Then one day he came to see dad, he looked a lil upset about something. I didn't know what it was so I stayed upstairs and did some work I got from college. We had to analyse one of our stories and say what we'd do again and that. It was pretty easy; however my concentration soon went when I got a knock at my door.
When I turned around Spike was already in my room.
He still looked upset and sat down on my bed, "Hey." He said.
"Hey." I said placing my pen down on my desk.
There was an awkward silence for a few minutes until I broke it.
"What's up?" I asked swivelling my chair round to face him.
"Me and Melissa broke up." he blurted out. A part of me was relived; maybe this could have been my chance. No, I couldn't, he was still daddies friend.
"You okay?"
"No, I don't know."
"What happened?" I asked trying not to tread on thin ice, so to speak.
"She found out that I cheated on her." I suddenly got scared. I think he could tell I was scared because he added, "she doesn't know it was you."
"Good." I said and then we went back to the silence again.
Both of us looked for something to say, I think he both knew what we wanted to say, but neither could.
"I should be going." He said and stood up, all I did was nod. I sat and watched him leave that night knowing I did the worst thing ever. I'd walked away from love.
The morning after, I knew I had to take matters into my own hands. I didn't go to college, instead I went to Spike's place. He lived in a flat. The building, where the flat was, looked posh and expensive. I went up to the number that was in my dad's phone book, number 113. I knocked on the door and waited for an answer. I stood there for what felt like a decade, I didn't think I could have gone through with it, but there was no turning back. The door opened and Spike stood there in those tight jeans I loved to see him in.
"Buffy?" he looked puzzled.
"Spike, hey." I thought it was a big mistake then. What was I thinking?
"What are you doing here?" he asked rubbing his eyes. He looked like he had just been in bed.
"Well, I could stand out here and tell you or you could let me in." I was always sarcastic and cocky. Everyone said I got it from dad.
He let me in and stood there waiting for an explanation. At that moment I suddenly realised, I couldn't do it. I couldn't ruin his life, even if he did like me.
"I can't… I've got to go." I said and headed for the door. He grabbed my arm and spun me round to face him. I couldn't look at him; instead I gazed at the floor.
"Buffy, tell me what your doing here." He lifted my head up with his arm forcing me to look at him.
"I." I started wondering how to word it. I had had it all worked out, a plan of what to say in my head, but when it came down to it. I had no idea what to say.
"I, have. I think I've developed feelings for you." I blurted out and surprised myself at how close to my plan it sounded.
"Thank god I'm not the only one." He said and I looked at him wondering what he meant. Did he too have feelings for me? I hoped so. "I love you Buffy." I wanted him to say, but he didn't he sat down and held his head in his arms. I guess falling for your mate's daughter was real confusing for a guy like him. I went and sat next to him wondering what was going to happen next.
"What now?" I asked when the silence got too much for me. I felt like walking out there and then, but if I did I would have never found out how he felt about me.
"We," he paused and looked at me. "We could be together. Behind your dad's back." He said, I got the feeling then that he was looking into my eyes to find the answer my lips were not saying.
I couldn't say anything, instead I kissed him. And from then on, we were together. Behind daddies back.