A/N: Thanks to everyone reading Like Animals! I'm really excited that you guys are liking the story….well, on with the fourth installment! HAPPY READING!

Eunice walked Faye's room, wearing a tight, black strapless dress and black high heels. Her long, sandy brown hair was swept up into a neat, silver clamp. She became livid upon the sight of Faye sleeping on her bad, still in her camisole and daisy dukes.

"FAYE VALENTINE!!!!" Eunice pulled the bottom of Faye's comforter so hard, Faye flew onto the other side of the bed.

Faye sat up, rubbing her eyes. "Hey. What's…the…deal?" She responded, groggily, squinting at Eunice. Eunice, furiously, pointed at her silver wristwatch.

"Faye, it's 7:12! Go get dressed! NOW!" The anger in Eunice's eyes made Faye shoot up, immediately, from the spot she was sitting and run into her huge, messy closet. Eunice followed her closely.

"Hm…so how do I dress when I'm going to meet an asshole at an upscale grill place for my best friend so she can go out with his bodyguard?" Faye asked herself out loud, scratching her head with one hand and resting the other on her hip.

"This." Eunice pointed at a pair of black skinny jeans and a bright yellow strapless shirt.

"Oh, no, Eunice. That's for when I'm going out to a club with a guy that I ACTUALLY LIKE." Faye smiled at her friend.

"Come on, Faye. You'll look hot. Hotter than normal." Eunice put her hands together and did the ever-so-annoying praying motion. Faye sighed.

"Fine! Jesus Christ…" Faye grabbed the outfit and walked miserably to her bathroom to take a shower.

"You've got 10 minutes, Faye!" Eunice sang as she sat on Faye's light blue bed and waited for her. Faye responded by turning on shower.

"Why is this such a surprise? I don't care who this girl is, honestly." Spike said, as he and Jet walked down the sidewalk to Roger's Steak and Grill. Spike wanted to turn around and leave. Every time Jet went out on date with a girl, he would drag Spike along and set him up with one of her girlfriends. Whoever the girl would be, she'd end up being completely star struck and not able to really speak to him except for telling him how cute he was and how his movies were so great. This time, he'd had enough.

"Listen, Spike. All you have to do is sit there." Jet clapped her large hands on Spike's broad shoulders.

"I know," Spike roughly pushed Jet's huge hands off of him. "And what makes you think that I actually want to do that?"

Jet sighed. There was no getting around this guy. "Well, look. I'll order anything and everything that you want. It's on me. Just please. At least PRETEND that you're fine, okay?"

"I'm not going to do anything. I'm just going to sit there like you asked me to."

"Good!" Jet smiled at a miserable looked Spike as they walked into the restaurant. You couldn't exactly tell what kind of restaurant Roger's Steak and Grill was by the name. It was a very upscale and classy restaurant that sold any kind of food that you liked. It was, purposely, a very expensive restaurant and famous for its celebrity sightings. Spike and Jet walked to the counter, where a red-headed, green eyed boy, who looked no older than 20, stood. Upon the sight of Spike, the boy's complete face changed from bored to completely star struck.

"Uh…we have four people but we want two tables for two." Jet said, looking down at his watch. The boy continued to stare at Spike, his mouth gaped open. Jet looked up from his watch to see the boy, awkwardly staring at his attractive boss. Spike was oblivious to the teen, looking around the restaurant.

"SIR!" Jet said, pounding his fist on the counter.

"OH! I'm sorry!" The boy jumped, "How many did you say?"

"FOUR BUT WE WANT TWO TABLES FOR TWO!"

"Oh, okay. Uh…Smoking or nonsmoking?"

"Smoking."

"Okay." The boy, his hands shaking wildly, grabbed four menus and shoved them at Jet.

"Aren't you supposed to show us to our seats?" Jet looked at the teen as if he were speaking Chinese.

"Oh, I'm so sorry!" The boy ran out from around the counter and walked to the foursome's tables. Two large booths that sat beside a window wall that overlooked the entire city.

"The-these will be your tables."

"Ah. And great tables they are." Jet smiled at the young man.

"Here are your menus. A waiter will be with you shortly." The young boy said, nodding as he nervously walked back towards the counter.

"Do you see what you can do to people?" Jet leaned in towards Spike as he leaned back against his seat.

"Well, it's a privilege to be born with such gorgeous looks and killer acting skills." Spike sarcastically responded, lightly laughing at himself and lighting a cigarette.

"Jet!"

Jet turned around to see the woman that he'd been dreaming about since the night before looking more gorgeous than she did at Club Chaotic and he equally beautiful (and famous) friend.

Spike's eyes bulged out of his head. He roughly grabbed Jet's red tie and pulled him in.

"Is THIS who you sent me on a date with?!"

"Look, man. I'm sorry. If I would have told you who it was, you definitely wouldn't have come. And I HAD to see Eunice. Do you know what I mean?"

Spike through Jet's tie back at him and crossed his arms over his chest. "No, I don't."

"Well, how are you two doing?" Eunice and Faye now stood at the head of the table where Spike and Jet were currently sitting. Eunice looked extremely cheerful whereas Faye looked miserable and unhappy.

"I'm grrrrrreat." Jet responded, his eyes full of lust as he looked Eunice, slowly, up and down. Eunice turned her gaze to Spike.

"And you, Spike?"

"Just….." He glanced at Faye. As soon as they caught each other's gaze, they looked away quickly. He sighed. "Just wonderful."

"That's good." Eunice smiled, looking back at the reason she even came out. Jet immediately looked at Spike.

"Hey, Spike. Why don't you and Faye go to the OTHER booth, eh?" Jet raised his eyebrows as Spike, while Spike looked at his bodyguard in pure disgust.

"Fine." He shot up, shimmied out of the booth, and flopped onto the other one behind them. Eunice gracefully sat in the seat that Spike had previously occupied. Eunice smiled up at Faye as Faye looked down at her and Jet in pure anger. Eunice and Jet merely shrugged at her as she rolled her eyes and sat across from Spike.

For the first five minutes Faye sat across from Spike with her arms crossed across her chest and her eyes piercing as Spike sat his right ankle on his left knee, shoved his hands into his pockets and quietly smoked a cigarette while looking out of the window.

Faye sighed and looked out the window. "I can't believe Eunice did this to me." She mumbled.

"You actually think this is a treat?"

Faye raised an eyebrow and looked at the actor across from her.

"Going out with you? Do you actually think I asked for this?"

Faye shook her head and responded calmly though she really wanted to scream, "I didn't say you did."

Spike smashed the last of his cigarette into the ashtray in front of him, then pushed it to the side.

"So, have you got my ten hundred woolongs, yet?" Spike arrogantly grinned at his famous counterpart.

Faye sarcastically giggled. "Never will I give you ten hundred woolongs."

"If you say so, dear." Spike slowly pushed the menu towards Faye.

"Aren't you gonna order?"

"Nope." He responded, shaking his head, slowly.

Faye sighed. "I'm leaving." Faye stood and walked out of the booth.

"FAYE!" Eunice yelled, catching everyone's attention in the restaurant. Faye turned around quickly.

"Just call me when you're ready to go, okay?" Faye turned on her bright, yellow heel and walked out of the restaurant. Eunice looked back at Jet.

"It's okay. I have the same problems with that – HEY!" Jet looked to see that Spike had left himself.

Faye walked as fast as she could in her bright, yellow pumps down the sidewalks of the city. Her main goal was to get away from Spike Spiegel as fast as she could. All she could –

BAM

All of a sudden, Faye was on the ground. "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to – "

"Ah. Miss Valentine. It's certainly been a while." Faye slowly looked up to see who she feared the most. Her ex-boyfriend, Carter Fields.