SUMMARY: Okay in this fic everyone talks very… calm and a trifle bit stoned









A/N: Okay so a few nights ago I was on a caffeine buzz so I thought about a ficlet, I will continue my other stories I just feel like doing drabble at the moment.







BUFFY’S HOUSE



God this house is quiet when there’s no annoying SITs whining that they’ll all die. It’s getting old, there will be casualties that doesn’t necessarily mean all of them will die. Sheesh, thank god they are at the Bronze. Spike’s here though, sitting on the couch next to me.



Uncomfortable silence anyone?





"So um how’s the soul going for you?" Geez that was smooth.





"Fine, I guess"



"Cool"



Cool? I’m just gonna shut up now…



"…yeah…"



"I love you" Oh shit. Did I just say what I think I said?



"Oh"



Well he doesn’t sound that astounded...



"Oh? What do you mean Oh?"



"Well I’m just kinda… not surprised"



Huh?



"What do you mean your not surprised?!"



"I don’t know really, I just don’t feel shocked."



"So let me get this straight, you have been waiting for almost 2 years for me to say I love you and you aren’t the least bit in extreme shock."



"Nope… Oh I love you too."



Well that’s comforting.



"Oh"



"Yeah"







"Spike? How come I don’t feel like I’m about to burst in tears?"



"Don’t know, how come I don’t feel like I’m your man-bitch?"





Weird…





"Isn’t there supposed to be big dramatic love scene by now?"



"Don’t know, pet."





"Eh well I’m too tired for weepy sex"



"Yeah"







THE END



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