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This being a true story, don't criticize Buffy's decisions too badly, because remember, they were also mine!
Laughter rang out from the foursome walking down the dark street. Buffy, Spike, Xander, and Riley made their way to Giles’ shop on Main Street for their driving class.

Just as they reached the door, Giles stepped out to welcome them in. “I heard you guys coming five minutes ago. I’m glad you all are feeling cheerful tonight. How are you, Buffy?” he asked as she passed into the room.

“Peachy with a side of keen,” she answered with a smile and delight. Giles returned the smile and closed the door behind the group.

He pulled off his glasses and began to clean the spot that never seemed to dissappear. Buffy and the other sat around the round table in the center of the room.

She looked around at the weird jars filled with weird stuff. The greenish room was filled with strange objects that Buffy couldn’t help but wonder what they all were used for. She couldn’t help but laugh at the sign on the counter that read ‘Shoplifters will be transfigured.’

“Giles,” she began, “what made you want to start a magic shop? I mean, I’m surprised that people in this town actual buy this stuff.” Giles replaced his glasses and walked up to the table to join the others.

“Actually an astonishing amount of people are interested in magic. With some of them I get the impression that they actually believe in all the balderdash about magic.”

Buffy passed a smile to Spike who was desperately tring to contain his laughter. “Anyway,” he continued with a shake of his head, “let’s get started on our lesson, shall we?”

Everyone shifted in their seats to prepare for the long and boring lesson. As usual, Xander started in on his arguments with Giles. The two were so close, it wasn’t disrespectful to each other when they argued so much.

Buffy was staring off into space when she felt something brush against her arm. She nearly jumped out of her seat and saw the piece of paper in front of her. She opened it up and saw Spike’s hand writing on the paper.

‘Bloody hell, those two could argue with a brick wall!’ it read. Buffy laughed and kept reading. ‘I say we sneak away and go in the back to makeout.’

Buffy laughed to herself and wrote back. ‘I would, but you know I think they would notice when half of his students are missing.’

Buffy passed the note and watched Spike’s expressions as he read it. He wrote something back and passed it to her. ‘Too bad. We could have had some real fun.’

Buffy looked up and caught Spike’s stare. He smiled at her, and she felt the warmth of it reach her core. She shivered from his stare looking into her and not just at her. It was then that she realized she needed to tell Spike about her feelings towards him.

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The class finally ended with a few minutes left for free time. Riley and Xander continued a conversation about the class that Buffy got lost in from lack of attention earlier.

Buffy saw Giles on the phone making business calls, and she grabbed Spike’s hand and led him to the back room. She opened the door and saw boxes of inventory scattered around.

She led Spike to the only seats in the room, an orange couch that was torn and worn out. They sat down, and she saw the look of confusion on his face.

“I just thought that we could come back here and talk. It’s better than having to listen to those two argue.” Spike laughed in agreement.

Suddenly he realized that he was still holding Buffy’s hand. He stared at their adjoining hands for a moment too long. Buffy followed his stare and noticed their hands.

She slowly and politely pulled away. She sighed heavily and readied herself for the coming conversation.

“Spike,” she said sadly.

“Yes?” he replied too quickly as he moved to face her better.

“Um…I just wanted to tell you that…” Buffy became nervous as his eyes watched her every movement. “Yes?” he waited.

She looked up to him and saw those beautiful blue eyes that she had grown to love and need. Her mind flashed back to the day she first moved to Sunnydale as a kid. She was from the big city of Los Angeles and didn’t know anyone in the strange new town except for Xander.

Xander and Buffy’s parents were best friends and any time they were in town, they always stayed with the Summers. Xander was there for Buffy when her parents had divorced which had forced Buffy and Joyce to move to a new town.

There she was, a six year old girl that only knew one kid in the town and starting at a new school. Xander had grabbed her hand with his hazel eyes gleaming and led her into the classroom filled with noisy children.

“Buffy,” he said with his voice overflowing with excitement. “This is my best friend Spike.” Upon hearing his name, Spike turned to face the blonde haired girl. His eyes were the first thing she noticed as he looked her over.

He grinned a goofy smile with missing teeth and gave her a tour of the classroom. “You can sit by me,” he said shyly.

That was the beginning of their friendship. They had grown up together and had been through everything. They were inseperable, and now they were sitting alone in the back of Giles’ store on an old orange couch, and Buffy was about to tell him the secrets of her heart, her love for him.

“Spike, I just wanted to tell you that…I love you.” Spike remained motionless across from Buffy. She waited for a reaction, and when she got none, she became desperately worried.

“Spike, what’s wrong?” she panicked. He finally snapped out of his trance and stared back at Buffy. “What did you say?”

She sighed and her eyes fell to the floor. She watched a spider make its way to the hole it was aiming for and tried to make the situation disappear. “I love you.”

Spike reached out and put his hand under her chin. He lifted it to her, and she looked at him with tears threatening to fall.

“Why are you crying? I’m not mad.” Buffy sniffed and pulled back from his touch. “You’re not?”

Spike laughed. “No. Why would I be mad at you for that?”

She couldn’t hold back the tears anymore. They slid freely down her face as she sobbed. “I was worried that you would get mad because…I don’t know why. It does seem kind of silly now. I’m sorry.”

Spike wiped away a tear and slightly brushed his fingertips across her face. “What are you going to do now? With Angel and all?”

Buffy sniffed and wiped her eyes. She sighed once more as she told Spike her idea. “I’m going to think about it. I don’t know for sure who I wan’t to be with.”

Spike’s forehead crinkled up and he stopped her. “What do you mean? You don’t love him too, do you?” Buffy held Spike’s hand, and he violently pulled away. “I do love him too. I just don’t know who I want to be with.”

Spike stared at her in disbelief. “Spike, I love you so much, I just want to make sure that I’m doing the right thing. I would love to be with you, I just don’t think this whole thing is fair to Angel, and I don’t want to leave him and regret it. Please understand that I want to do the right thing.”

Spike watched the spider leave the hole and crawl under the couch in search of food. He thought about Buffy and her side of the situation. He wanted to be with her so badly that it was killing him, but he understood her decision.

“Okay, Buffy. I’ll give you all the time in the world that you need, because you will be worth the wait.” Buffy smiled and wrapped her arms around Spike’s neck. “Thank you, so much for understanding.”

Just as Buffy pulled away, the door swung open as Xander and Riley poured in. “Hey guys. What have you two been up to?” Xander asked with a laugh.

Spike and Buffy joined the laughter and passed secret smiles. “Rides are here. It’s time to go. Giles wants to close up.”

Spike and Buffy stood up and walked to the door following Xander. “Well, I guess I’ll see you tomorrow at school,” spike said quietly as everyone around them left. “Yeah. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Buffy smiled and stepped outside and into her mom’s car. “Hi sweetie,” Joyce greeted sincerely. “How was class?” Buffy smiled at her and turned to the window. “Oh, just the boring usual.”





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