MEANT TO BE

-posted unbeta'd, cause I don't have one,sorry-

Pairings:
Would spoil the fun. I am a Brat/Spuffy by heart,
though!


WARNINGS:
NC-17
f/m/m and probably f/f.

Distribution:
Everything belongs to me ... as soon as I conquered
the wolrd. Till then Joss/ME/WB own all rights.




Chapter 1
Sunny Fried Chicks


Normally she hated Tuesdays. Not as much as Mondays
but well, ‘Tuesday isn’t Friday,’ she thought.
But today, today was special.

She had final practice with the ‘chicks’, as they
liked to call themselves
They were the official Bronze band.
The Bronze was the coolest and actually only club in
Sunnydale.
Sunnydale, town of all towns… the place to be…
‘when you got nowhere else to go’ as Buffy always
said.
She grew up there, and you could tell, cause SunnyD’s
the only place in America where you can be a
cheerleader AND the lead singer in an over all Rock
Band.
The band was called ‘sunny fried chicks’ and consisted
of Buffy Anne, Willow, Anya and Dawn.

Dawn was Buffy’s 18 year old sister, spoiled, moody
and kinda brat-y, at least when you listen to Anne’s
description.
She still attended Sunnydale High School and hated
Cheerleaders and with that… her sister, but she loved
to play bass and the other girls needed a bass player
so…

Willow was Buffy’s best friend ever since
kindergarten.
She was that tall, red-haired, innocent, kinda nerdy
girl.
Most of the time she was the voice of reason, always
in a good mood and positive about anything and
anybody.
But you didn’t want to mess with her either, cause
that girl had it in her when someone pissed her off.
‘You probably have to be aggressive to play drums…’

Anya is the newest addition to the Chicks. She just
moved to Sunnydale from some unknown place in Canada
and replaced their old guitarist Cordilia, when she,
as in Cordy, decided to become all bitchy and ‘solo’.


Buffy entered the school building, looking around to
find her friends.
‘where the hell are they? We were supposed to meet at
the entrance’

“Buffy!” She heard a familiar voice call out her
nickname.
Turning around to look in the direction the sound came
from she stared right in Willow’s eyes.

“I can’t believe it. You’re actually the first one
who’s here.
Man, never thought to be part of something THAT
weird.” Willow said out of breath.

“So, I guess, you guys were just as stuck in your
daydreams as I was, huh?”
Buffy couldn’t hold back that smirk that wanted to
crawl out so badly.
‘I knew I wasn’t the only one drooling’


-1 WEEK AGO-

“OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD!” screamed Buffy.
“I CAN’T BELIEVE THIS!”

“ARE YOU SHITTING ME???”

“OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD!”

“Buffy? Hello?”
Willow was prepared for a little ‘goin crazy’, but she
wasn’t prepared for THAT much screaming, now she
couldn’t hear anything….
‘Am I deaf?’ She thought to herself while getting no
answer.

“WILLOW? I’M OK, JUST FELL OFF…”

“Ok, Buffy?”

“THE BED”

“Buffy?”

“OH MY GOD!!!!”

“BUFFYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!”

“Geez Willow, you don’t have to scream THAT much”
Buffy didn’t understand why some people just couldn’t
control themselves…

“Wha..? Whatever… Buffy, it is true, we’re goin to
support ‘Dingos ate my Baby’ on next week’s Sat in the
Bronze.”

“How? I mean, when? I mean Why?”

“Well, ok, from the beginning. You know that Lesley
left the Dingos around the time Cordy left us right?”

Silence.

“So, now they needed a new guitarist and guess who it
is!?”

Silence.

“Guess!”

“Oh, oh sorry Will, thought that was some kinda
retorical question.”

“GUESS!”

“Damn, I don’t know!”

“It’s Giles’ son. The one that lived with his mother
Jenny in England till Spring. Now they wanted to see
and check how this Spike guy would fit in when it
comes to live shows aaaaand they searched for an
appropriate small club…”

“Huh?”

“Well, DUH, we both know who the owner of the Bronze
is, right?”

Silence

“Buffy?”

“Will, stop doin that, I never know when you want me
to answer or to shut my mouth!!!”

“Sorry, ok, the owner of the Bronze is Giles, so I
guess, Spike thought, why not combine the Club, that
they get for free, and the band that he’s playin in…”

“And Giles asked you to start the gig?”

“Well, actually…”

“WHAT? WILL?”

Buffy could hear that Willow was having a hard time to
come out with whatever it was she wanted to come out
with.

“Gilesgaveangelmynumberandhecalledandasked”

“WHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAATTTTTTTT???!!!???”

“You actually understood what I just said?”
Willow was sure she had to say it again, even she had
a hard time understanding what she said in the time
of, well, one breath.

“I HOPE NOT!!!”

Silence.

“SO; WILLOW; YOU ARE ACTUALLY TELLING ME THAT THE
HOTTEST, MOST TALENTED SINGER OF ALL TIME CALLED
YOU??? TO ASK IF WE’D PLAY WITH THEM??? ??? “


“Yes?” Willow asked, kinda scared about Buffy’s
reaction.

Silence.

Silence…

“Buffy?”

“Sorry. Fell.”



-CURRENT TIME-

“What’s with the dirty smirk?” Willow asked, eyes
narrowed.

“Well, I know who I was day dreamin of… let me guess
who visited you in your fantasy…”

“Whatever… I am NOT in looooove with any band member,
Mrs ‘I’d die to have him on his knees singin for me’”

“HEY!” Buffy tried to protest… but failed miserably as
that dumb smile made it’s way back on her face.

“Oh god, I think we lost her… again”
Willow heard a voice beside her.

“Oh, hey Anya, didn’t even hear you approaching
us.What’s up?”

“Hello Willow… nothing.
Except that I just had the best orgasm in my life.
One’s can’t imagine how fantasies about damn hot bass
players and the excitement about the own gig can get
one’s off… if you know wh…”

“ANYA, thanx. Uhm, for the info. Really appreciated
it.”

“Well, Willow, you’re welcome, should try it out.”

‘Already did, just that…the bass player was replaced
by a guitarist called Oz’ Willow smiled to herself.

“So, how long’s she been in her fantasy coma, yet?”
Anya asked while nodding in Buffy’s direction.



-TWO WEEKS AGO-

“Dad. I don’t know. A girl band?”

“Son, they’re not a ‘girly band’ they do have talent,
you know I wouldn’t hire them as our house band if
they weren’t good.”

“I know it’s just Im the new guy here, don’t wanna
embarrass myself infront ‘f my new band members cause
you hired some untalented chicks in short skirts who
think they can actually play.”

“Spike…”

“Rubert, I gotta go, take care, ok. I’ll see you on
Saturday.”

“Spike!” The only answer Giles got was a long beep
from the receiver.

Spike took his Duster from the couch, put it on and
went out of the house.
‘Sunny Fried Chicks… what a bloddy stupid name’


“I’m dyin to go on tour again. Can’t wait to meet the
ladys.”

“Damn, Gunn, don’t remember me. I mean, I actually
consider turning gay. I mean really, I always thought
about why a man would turn gay. I think I figured it
out, I…”

“Xander, we all know the sad scenario of our last
tour. I mean, how many groupies went up your room
asking the nasty question?”

“Nasty question?” Spike walked in the rehearsal room.

“Well, the nasty question; ‘Isn’t Angel sharing a room
with you?’

All the guys started laughing, except Xander, who was
obviously lost in thoughts about what the best
occosion of his coming out would be-
Well, Spike didn’t get it so he looked kinda startled.

“Spike, man, Xander took some groupies with him and
the only reason they went up in his room was because
they thought he shared a room with Angel…”

“Oh, humiliating.” As Spike saw the ‘pain’ in Xander’s
face he added “In a good way.”

“So, you asked your dad about the club?” Connor
changed the topic, not wanting to torture Xander any
more.

“Yeah, I did. He’s cool with it. Two weeks from now.
Saturday, the Bronze.”

“Great, so we finally are back on stage again. Can’t
wait.” Gunn said while standing up and walking to the
small refrigerator in the back.

“Yes, well, you haven’t read the small printed, yet.”

“What isn’t it for free, like you said?”

“No. We have to have an opening act.”

“So?” Oz didn’t get Spike’s point.

“Well, it’s a chick band, called Sunny Fried Chicks.”

Oz smirked.

“Sunny fried chicks? “ Xander didn’t get it.

“Yeah, either they’re tryin to make fun of Kentucky
fried chicken …”

“Or they’re actually beyond hot… fried.” Gunn laughed.

Spike rolled his eyes at Gunn’s last flip “Kentucky it
is”



-CURRENT TIME-

It was five in the afternoon and the girls were in
they’re rehearsal room … or Buffy’s basement.

“Now that we’ve practiced, checked our equipment for
the what? 100th time and are sure about the set list …
we can talk about the important stuff.
What are you guys going to wear?”

“Buffy. It’s nice to see that there’s always the
cheerleader just under the surface of the black
leather trousers you’re wearing.”

“Oh yeah? Well, DawnIE, how about we talk about what’s
under your surface? Oh wait, I forgot, there’s just…
NOTHING!”

“Guys stop. If we really wanna get everything settled
today you gotta stop fighting. Even Anya held back
with her sex tales so be good and concentrate.”

Both, Buffy and Dawn rolled their eyes at that.
“Fine.”

“Ok, but the clothing question IS important.” Anya
said.

“I think I’ll go with the short, sexy, whore style.
Mommy wants to get some tomorrow.”

“Oh, no sex tales but hey, there’s always the sexual
comments left, right Anya”

“Yes Buffy, you gotta have some fun in your life…”

“Ok, I think, I’m going to wear my leather clads and a
tank top.”

“Oh, oh, the goth bitch style. As if you had to tell
us that, we know you are”

“Dawnie, Dawnie, DawniE! I know you want to make fun
of me as much as possible... just to draw the
attention away from the fact that you’re into that
little blond keyboard player. What’s his name again?
Whatever, I bet you’re thinkin about your outfit even
more than ANY of us!”

Dawn blushed but soon realised everything Buffy said.

“His name’s Connor!”


tbc . . .





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