The big moments are gonna come.... You'll see what I mean

When she watched the scenery pass her
by she didn’t feel it. When she lugged her over-packed
suitcases and trunk up the 5 floors, she didn’t feel it. Not even when she hugged her mother goodbye and waved to her as she drove around the corner did she feel it. It wasn’t until everything was unpacked and she saw her favourite posters and stuffed animals littering a new room that she felt it. Her life had changed.


Here she was at eighteen years old staring at the horizon of her new life. It was cheesy but true. Buffy was attending Richardson College. It was a school different from all the other schools in California. It was small and community driven and was modeled after many of the more tradition schools that were found in Boston and Philadelphia, however it got to keep that California charm; meaning no cold winters to suffer through. Buffy had fallen in love with it the first time she had seen it when she was twelve years old on her way to Sunnydale from L.A. When she turned sixteen she had visited for the first time and she could feel that it was the right place for her.

Her high school friends did not understand why she wanted to go there when she could have gone with all of them to UCLA. At that school there were guaranteed keggers, all-nighters and a ridiculous amount of jocks to fawn all over them. That kind of thing was no longer important to Buffy. There had been a time when she had been concerned with the latest designer, and gossip and new colour of lip gloss. But as she got older, she became more interested in pursuing her dreams of being a photo jounalist, then worrying about what other people thought of her.

She changed her mind especially after her terrible breakup with her ex- boyfriend Angel; she had wanted to forget all about that lifestyle. Angel had been Buffy’s first and up to this point only love. He had been a couple years older, a senior to Buffy’s sophomore. He was tall, dark and totally gorgeous. They had dated seriously for over a year and had been so happy together. Everyone saw them as the perfect couple and thought that they complimented each other so well. Buffy had thought the same thing. He had been her world right up until the moment she had proved her love for him by finally sleeping with him. It was an amazing night complete with candles and romance and they had both seemed to enjoy it. Telling each other over and over how much they loved one another. The next morning Angel had changed. Buffy awoke to find Angel gone. She had no idea where he was and when she finally caught up with him, he had acted as if nothing monumental had happened. He started acting out, being rude and running with another crowd. Almost in the blink of an eye he broke up with Buffy and started dating some skank named Darla. It had broken Buffy’s heart and it had taken her a long time to get over it. The entire ordeal was humiliating for Buffy, everyone in her school seemed to know all of her business. Thankfully she had Cordy to help her through the hard times.

Buffy’s best friend Cordelia had just about disowned her when she found out that they would not be roommates in university. Although Cordy could be cruel and petty she had always been there for Buffy through the good and the bad times. They both knew that it would be hard to move on, but at the same time they knew that it was important to grow as individuals, besides they weren’t really that far away from each other and could visit at any time.


By physical standards Buffy was your average all-American girl. Plain by no means she was blonde haired with hazel eyes and quite pretty. Built on a tiny frame she was fragile-looking but anyone that knew her well enough knew that this was not true. There was a fire that burned inside her that showed through her eyes. She was incredibly active and talented at track. She was hoping to join the team once she got settled at Richardson. Although she was different than what many people suspected she was in many ways your average freshmen; she was scared. She had no idea what to expect, especially now that she was out on her own. Although out on her own really meant a supervised dorm, complete with a roommate, and in actual fact her school was only two hours away from her mother's home, but still she was out on her own, fending for herself, grabbing life by the balls and all that rot.


One of the things that she was seriously worried about was the roommate situation. Growing up as an only child she never really had to share her space with anyone. After her parents divorce she and her mother had moved to Sunnydale, California from L.A. into a spacious home. Now here she was standing in a room about the size of a sardine can and she was expected to share it with someone. As if! She had envisioned all of the horrifying roommate scenarios that everyone goes through: the Goth, the freak, the foreign exchange student that doesn’t speak any English and cooks smelly food. She imagined the millions of bad habits that they could have: like cutting their toenails and leaving them on the floor, drinking the last of the milk, listening to Cher or Celine Dion, etc.

So you can imagine her surprise when her door burst open and the most gorgeous man that she had ever seen stood standing there dressed in a red button down shirt and jeans complete with combat boots and bleached hair. Buffy barely had time to catch her breath when the gorgeous stranger uttered the words that would leave Buffy altered for the rest of her life.


“Hello cutie”.

“Hello Cutie” drawled the gorgeous English?! stranger from the door.

“Ummm hey?” answered Buffy.

The stranger swaggered through the door like he owned the place. Buffy noted that his eyes were the most amazing blue that she had ever seen in her eighteen years.
Taking in his surroundings he saw the light green coloured bedspread adorned with various stuffed animals including a plush pink pig.

“Nice pig luv”.

Buffy picked up the pig looking shy, “His name is Mr Gordo”.

“That’s sweet pet. And your name? I’m pretty sure it isn’t Alexander Harris, correct? Because I was expecting to see him when I walked through this door.”

“I’m Buffy Summers, Alexander Harris is next door I think.”

“Too bad, I think it would be a lot more fun living with you” he suggested with a waggle of his scared eyebrow. At that moment, their eyes locked, both unmoving. They seemed locked in a trance, neither of them could look away as they both felt a strong connection to the other. The blond stranger closed his eyes and when he opened them his smirk was back in place.

“Buffy eh? What kind of name is Buffy?”

“Excuse me! My mother gave me that name. What’s your name? Oh wait, in an outfit like that let me guess. Rocco, or dumbass…. Or… ?” She replied sarcastically with one perfectly shaped eyebrow raised.

“Actually, its Spike. You’ll be sure to remember it pet, you can count on the fact that we will be seeing plenty of each other” he said as he looked her up and down.
Buffy went to cross her arms across her chest self-consciously but thought better of it and dropped into a defiant stance with her hands on her hips and head tilted.

“Well… Spike, is there anything else that I can do for you or are you just gonna stand there all day making moon –eyes”

With that remark Spike straightened his back and with a smirk said, “Well Goldilocks I look forward to spending some more time with you” Spike turned and left the room swagger fully in place.

As Spike left the room he heard Buffy mumble “In your dreams Captain Peroxide” what he did not see however was Buffy clearly staring at his backside as he left her room.
Spike knew from that moment on that Buffy Summers was going to be a part of his life whether she liked it or not.
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“What a nerve! Who in the hell does that Spike guy think he is. He just bursts in the room, without even knocking! All smirking and sexy… and what? Not sexy… annoying as HELL” as Buffy stormed about the room she picked up a fallen Mr Gordo and chucked him at the door just in time for the door to open revealing a cute red headed girl and a guy

with brown hair and eyes, who ended up with a pig hitting him in the face.
“Well Wills, I take it your roommate is not happy to see us!” exclaimed the boy with brown eyes.

“Oh my god! I am so sorry, I was just frustrated and needed to throw something and I didn’t know that you were there, and forgive me? Who are you anyways?”

“I’m Xander Harris, and this is Willow, who actually lives in this very room with you and you are very pretty and blonde and-“

“Don’t mind him, it was a long drive. Hi! I’m Willow Rosenberg, your umm roommate I guess!”

“Buffy Summers, its really cool to meet you… both of you. “ she said with a giggle as she took in Xander’s glazed eyes and lopsided grin. “Xander Harris as in Alexander Harris?”

That seemed to slap Xander out of his daze, “Yeah! Why ? have you heard of me before?”

“Well kinda. I met your roommate earlier. Totally gorgeous in that annoying way you know? He was all insulting and sexy and wait NO… he was a total jackass”

Willow and Xander both gave her a confused look.

“Well I guess I better go and meet this new roommate of mine. Wish me luck” Xander called as he headed out the door.

“Good luck” called Willow

“You’re gonna need it” Buffy added.

After Xander had left the girls both turned to each other with uncertainty. Both were nervous about what the other was thinking about them at that moment.

“So… “ the both said and giggled.
“Have you ever played anywhere but here?” Buffy asked.

Willow answered, “On a beach, reading poetry with Jake Gyllenhal”

Buffy giggled, “Willow, I think its gonna be a good year!” and with that the girls finished unpacking and talked and laughed until the sun came up.
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Xander walked through the door and was greeted to loud punk music blaring from the stereo and a bleached blond guy currently rocking out.

“Uh… hello?”

Spike turned around and looked Xander over, “Can I help you with something whelp?”

“I’m your roommate Xander” he answered “What’s a whelp?”

Spike laughed, “Sorry British terms, I’m Spike. So I guess we will be living together eh? So whelp, what kind of music do you listen to?”

“I like Rock mostly, you know Jimmy Eat World, Foo Fighters, stuff like that”

“Those bands aren’t bad, they’re no Sex Pistols, but I guess they are alright. With a shirt like that I thought you were gonna say the Spice Girls or something”.

“Excuse me, this is a great shirt and besides, without the Spice Girls there would be no girl power, they were a very entertaining act”

“Right…. Alright whelp, what do you say we open a couple brews and get to know each other?”

“I was just thinking the same thing… hey Spike did you happen to see that Buffy girl next door?”

“Of course I did, she bloody amazing.”

“Yeah” Xander sighed. “My best friend Willow lives with her”.

“Well don’t be getting any ideas. I saw her first, and I plan on becoming a permanent part of her life”

“Damn” said Xander “I am not one for the luck when it comes to pretty girls like that”.

“Don’t worry about it mate. There are gonna be loads of parties this week. We will most definitely find you a bird of your very own”.

“A bird? I don’t want a pet. And besides, who would want a bird? Dogs are much more of a companion.”

“Wow… you really are a whelp! I don’t mean a bird as in an animal” exclaimed Spike “ I mean like a girl, a chick, a broad. Whatever. We are gonna find you a lady friend.”

“Sounds great!”

And with that the guys rocked out to the Sex Pistols while drinking some beers and planning Xander’s lady-killing techniques.