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Chapter 15

Spike’s face fell at the sight of Buffy in another guy’s arm, the Great Poof’s arms.

“Come on, Spike.”

Spike snapped out of his misery at Anya’s prodding.

“I think I’ll just…”

“No. You’re coming with us. And you will sit down.” Anya told him.

Spike shook his head.

“I’ll be at the bar then.”

Spike turned, but Anya grabbed his arm again, spinning him around.

“She likes you, you know. Not that guy. And from what I’ve heard, he has a girlfriend. Now cheer up, go over there, and buy her a drink.”

Spike stared at her a moment before nodding his consent.

“Fine. But if I make an arse out of myself, I’m going to bite you.”

Anya stared at him a moment, then shook her head.

“Sorry, Spike. But the only guy that is allowed to bite me is Xander.”

“Bloody hell!”

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

After the song ended, Buffy and Angel parted and walked over to the table, where Darla and Fred were deep in conversation. Turns out, they both had a thing for science.

“So, how was the dance?” Darla asked.

“Fine.” Buffy answered.

Darla smiled and leaned over.

“At least he can slow dance without stepping on my feet. Seriously, you don’t want to see him dance to a fast song.”

Angel cleared his throat at his whispering girlfriend.

“What are you two whispering about?”

Darla and Buffy laughed.

“Oh, we were talking about your amazing ability to dance to a fast song.”

Angel shook his head, grinning.

“Don’t start.”

Buffy giggled at the two bickering when Fred poked her arm.

“What?” Buffy asked.

“Spike’s here.” Fred told her.

“Really? Where?” Buffy asked, scanning the crowd.

“He’s heading this way, I think.”

Buffy sat still, her stomach a mass of butterflies.

“What should I do?”

“What do you mean?” Fred asked, confused.

“Should I go meet him, or stay still?”

Angel and Darla watched the two argue over whether to meet Spike halfway or stay seated. They both shared an amused glance when Spike reached his destination, standing behind Buffy.

“Hello cutie.”

Buffy jumped and was so startled that her chair tipped backwards. She would have fallen on the floor, but Spike wrapped his arms around her to stop her descent. Noticing her position, Buffy blushed in embarrassment, but also because of how good it felt to have his arms wrapped around her.

“H-hi.” Buffy said, straightening herself.

Spike let go of her, but still stood close.

“What are you doing here?” Buffy asked.

“Demon girl cajoled me into giving her and the others a ride.” Spike told her.

“Demon girl?” Buffy asked.

“Anya.”

Buffy nodded, and then all was silent again. Spike fidgeted nervously, not wanting to get rejected in front of these people. Buffy was still blushing.

“So, you’re Spike?” Angel said, breaking the uncomfortable silence.

“Yeah.” Spike answered, narrowing his eyes at Angel.

Buffy picked up her drink and sipped it, trying to act casual.

“Heard a lot about you.” Angel told him.

Buffy choked on her drink, causing her to go into a coughing fit. Spike patted her back.

“You ok there, luv?”

Buffy nodded meekly.

‘Oh, just kill me now.’ Buffy thought to her, while glaring slightly at Angel, who looked at the two, amused.

“I have to go to the bathroom.” Darla announced.

Angel turned slightly pink.

“Uh, honey, I don’t think they needed to know that.”

Darla just looked at him.

“Well, I have to pee, and Buffy and Fred need to powder their noses.”

Buffy got the jest of what Darla was trying to imply, and the two guys just looked on, unaware.

“Right. We’ll be back.” Buffy said, grabbing her purse and Fred’s arm.

Spike sat down in Buffy’s chair.

“So…” Angel started.

“Yeah…” Spike commented, fiddling with a napkin.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Buffy, Darla, and Fred walked into the bathroom. Fred leaned against a sink and Buffy leaned against a stall door.

“So, spill, sweetie.” Darla said, making her way into a stall and closing the door.

“What are you doing?” Buffy asked.

“I said I had to pee, didn’t I?” Darla said, from inside the stall.

“Right.” Buffy said, sighing.

Fred giggled.

“What are you going to do?” Fred asked.

“Well, I don’t really know. I wasn’t expecting him to be here.” Buffy said.

“What’s wrong with him being here?” Darla asked coming out of the stall, and going to the sink.

“Nothing, really. It’s just that…I’m really nervous, I guess.” Buffy admitted.

“Plus, I don’t think he likes Angel very much.” Fred commented.

“Why’s that?” Darla asked, leaning against another sink.

“Well, I don’t want to offend you or anything, but he kept glaring at him.” Fred replied.

“Don’t worry about my offense, Hun.” Darla said, laughing.

Buffy smiled.

“Is that all?”

Fred shook her head.

“The first day when you guys started going out, when we were in class, you sat next to Angel instead of Spike. I think he may have been offended by the way he was glaring at Angel.”

“Ah, and the jealousy comes out.” Darla said, smiling.

“Why would he be jealous of me and Angel?” Buffy asked.

“Well, you two did go out on a date once, didn’t you?” Darla asked.

“Oh, uh…” Buffy stuttered.

“Don’t worry about it. We weren’t on speaking terms at the time.” Darla told her. “But, if Spike knew about it, he may think that you two still have something going on.”

Buffy nodded.

“Makes sense.”

Just then, the door opened and Anya came in.

“Hi!” she chirped.

“Hey Ahn.” Buffy replied.

“Girl talk?” Anya asked.

“You know it.” Darla replied.

Anya nodded, looking at Darla curiously.

“I’m sorry. I don’t know you.”

“Oh! Sorry. Anya, this is Darla, Angel’s girlfriend. Darla, this is Anya, my sister.” Buffy said, making introductions.

“Hi! Nice to meet you!” Anya said, shaking Darla’s hand.

“Nice to meet you too!” Darla replied, laughing.

Anya turned to Buffy.

“Who are you here with?”

“Angel invited Fred and me to meet Darla.” Buffy replied.

“Oh. Spike’s here.” Anya told her, walking over to the mirror.

“I know. I saw him.” Buffy said.

“Did he speak to you?” Anya asked.

“Yeah.”

“Fred thinks he has this thing against Angel.” Darla said.

Anya turned around, nodding.

“Yeah, he does.”

“I knew it!” Fred said, smiling.

Buffy shook her head.

“I don’t understand…”

“When we walked in earlier, you and Angel were dancing. Of course, being a man, he took it the wrong way.” Anya told Buffy.

“Damn.” Buffy said, shaking her head.

“I had to force him to go talk to you.”

“Damn.” Buffy cursed again.

“You should try to talk to him. Let him know you and Angel don’t have a thing.” Fred told her.

“Yeah. I guess.” Buffy replied, sighing. “You know, Jesse told me that Spike really likes me.”

Anya looked at her a moment before walking over to her smacking her arm.

“Ow.” Buffy said, rubbing her arm. “What was that for?”

“Duh.” Anya said, shaking her head. “You just came to the conclusion that he likes you.”

Buffy looked at Anya and threw her hands in the air.

“How could I tell? I didn’t want to ask him!”

“You don’t have to ask, you can just read it.” Anya told her. “He wears his emotions on his sleeve, well, his proverbial sleeve, but the thing is, so do you.”

“Ok.” Buffy said, slowly.

“Just talk to him, sweetie. It’ll make the whole tension thing go away.” Darla told her.

Buffy nodded.

“Fine. Ok. We’ll talk.”

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Angel and Spike sat in silence, each silently sizing the other up.

“How long does it take to fix their make up?” Angel asked.

“They’re not fixing their makeup.” Spike said.

“Why else would they go into the bathroom?”

“They’re talking about us.” Spike said.

“Why would they have to go to the bathroom to do that?” Angel asked.

Spike sighed. This guy was really dense.

“‘We’re going to the bathroom’ is code for ‘we’re going to go talk about you’. It’s a female code, or something.” Spike said.

“I still don’t get it.” Angel said.

Spike sighed again and decided to change the subject.

“So, you’ve heard about me?”

Angel looked at Spike blankly for a moment, and then nodded.

“Yeah. A little.”

“Well?” Spike asked.

“Well what?”

“Oh for...“ Spike started, then saw Buffy and the others walking towards them. “Buffy! So nice to see you!”

Buffy was a little taken aback by Spike’s sudden change in behavior, but smiled.

“Hi again, Spike.”

“Want to dance?” Spike asked, relieved a slow song had come on.

“Sure.” Buffy replied.

Spike held his hand out to Buffy, and she took it. They walked out onto the dance floor, and Spike wrapped his arms around Buffy.

“So, you and Angel have a nice talk?” Buffy asked.

Spike chuckled.

“What?” Buffy asked.

“He doesn’t talk very much. He’s a really dense bloke, too.”

Buffy shrugged, not knowing how to reply.

“So, you ladies have a nice talk?” Spike asked.

“What do you mean?” Buffy asked, innocently.

“Come on, I know what you birds were doing.”

Buffy giggled.

“What was that exactly?”

“You were talking about me and the bloke.” Spike replied.

“Maybe.”

Spike nodded, as they continued moving.

“You know, Angel has a girlfriend.” Buffy said, nonchalantly.

“Does he now?” Spike asked.

“Yep. Darla. And, you can’t tell anyone though, but, she pregnant. He’s going to ask her to marry him.” Buffy told him.

“Hmm.” Spike nodded.

Buffy pulled back to look at Spike.

“So, me and him, we’re just friends.”

Spike looked at her for a moment, and then smiled.

“I knew that.”

Buffy shook her head, and let Spike pull her back into his arms.

When the song was over, they headed back to the table. Buffy sat down, while Spike stood behind her.

“Hey, you guys, I think I’m gonna head out.” Buffy told them. “If that’s alright with you.” she added, turning to look at Spike.

“Sure, luv. Want me to take you?”

“What about the others? And Fred?” Buffy asked.

“I’ll be fine. Anya already told me to tell her when you guys left. She said something about Jesse coming late, so he could take us home.” Fred told her.

“Ok. You’re sure?” Buffy asked.

“I’m sure. You go.” Fred said.

“Alright. I guess I’ll see you guys tomorrow.” Buffy said, waving.

Buffy and Spike slowly headed out of the Bronze. Buffy was jittery, but she took a deep breath, and reached in front of her to grab Spike’s hand. At the contact, Spike froze and stopped, causing Buffy to run into him from behind.

“What’s wrong?” Buffy asked.

“Uh, nothing.” Spike said, slowly.

“Ok.”

Spike grasped Buffy’s hand and smiled, and they headed out once again, finally reaching the door. Buffy froze, clutching Spike’s hand, at the person standing in front of them.

“Buffy! What are you doing?”

‘Great. Just what I need.’ Buffy thought.





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