Prologue


5/26/2004

Dear Diary

Looks like another Saturday all by my lonesome. I should be used to it.

Ohh Owen broke up with me, after practice in front of his friends! Ahh boys suck! All he cared about was scoring. Pig. But it's all for the best I guess. I told Cordelia his kisses didn't make me feel special. They where all wet and disgusting! I don't want to be slobbered on. I can go play with Rex, the Johnson's Golden Retriever if I want that.

But I read in Teen Beat, that if there's no spark, kissing this person would be like kissing a family member yuck. * giggles * Anyways that's beside the point, I think I know when the kiss would feel right. My friends think it's lame but hey, I think you know it's the right person when your foot pops. Like in those old movies, where the guy pulls the girl into a heated kiss and then her foot lifts out behind her. A kiss that gives you that funny feeling inside. A kiss that makes you want to melt. Why can't I get a kiss like that? I deserve one!

Maybe I don’t need a boy, But a man.

And that’s where William Madison comes in.

Love always ~ Buffy

TBC

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Chapter 1: New Friends

Chapter One: New Friends


Fifteen-year-old Buffy Summers sat on her front porch, sucking on her
cherry-flavored ice pop.

She watched as the movers moved in the furniture of the new tenant into the
old Johnson place. It had been vacant for eight months, since the old man
had died in his sleep.

It was nice to see someone else moving in, to replace the sad memory of
sweet old Mr. Johnson passing away.

Buffy knew a little bit of info about the new tenant. Sunnydale was a small
town and word traveled fast. She heard his name was William Madison and
that he came from New York and he was very much single. And very handsome.
She hadn't seen him close up but she admired him from afar, he had amazing
shape. And she noticed his hair was bleached. That was cool!

"I wonder what color his eyes are?" she thought to herself.

Buffy watched on as he started moving all the boxes into his home by
himself. She wondered if he needed help. So after a few minutes of
thinking, she went over.

"Hi!" Buffy greeted sweetly, showing off her 100% smile. William gave a
half smile.

"Ello, can I help you?" he asked not sure what this girl wanted.

"Just wanted to know if you need help. I'm not very strong, but I can help
you with your boxes, I think it be a neighborly thing to do," she said
cheerfully.

"Right then, I just have a few more boxes they shouldn't be heavy just books
and cds I believe," he said, gesturing to the eight boxes still in his
trunk. Buffy nodded and grabbed a small box.

"I'm Buffy by the way, and yes it's my real name say's so on my birth
certificate. Buffy Anne Summers, "she said proudly "But don't call me B or
Buff, or Bunny."

"I'm William."

"Cool! Welcome to Sunnydale," she said lifting the box from the car.



~~~~~~~

20 boxes later...

Spike was sitting on his small leather couch while Buffy lay on her belly on
the hardwood floor with her arms on her cheeks propping her up.

"Your home is very pretty," Buffy said admiring the lovely home.

"Thanks. Still a lot of unpacking I still have to do, but I'm a little
tired...long trip and all," he explained. Buffy had been here for nearly
three hours and she always found something new to talk about. She talked
about how small Sunnydale is. How many times the train passes by. And what's
really good a Taco Bell. She just didn't know when to quit.

"Ya, I moved here when I was ten, so I've been in Sunnydale for five years.
But sometimes for the Summer, I go to camp, so I get to go away. But it
sucks, you want to know why?" she frowned.

"My mom sends me to fat camp, she said I look like a pig. But I'm a junk
food junkie I can't help it! I even named my puppy 'Cookie', but the creep
my mom dated off and on when I was in 8th grade hated my dog and chased him
off one day. I never saw Cookie again."

"Hmm, that's too bad. That must have been hard for you."

"Yeah, it was..." Buffy looked sad for a moment, then brightened when she
thought of a new topic. "Oh! There's this kid in school named Kyle. He's
so gross and stupid! One time on a field trip, the boys were fishing, and
they chased the girls around with fish eyeballs! Euuggh! I was running
from them at first too, but then I got more mad than squeamish. I told them
if they came near me, I'd shove the fish eyeballs up their butts, one by
one!" Buffy giggled. "They must have known I was seriously pissed, because
they backed off!"

William couldn't help but laugh. This girl was a free spirit and sort of
annoying, a cute annoying.

William didn't think she looked fat, she had a sort of chubby face. But in a
cute way. It was only baby fat that would disappear as she got older. And
her body looked like she barely ate at all.

William stood up. "Well, it's getting late, Buffy. You'd better be running
home, case your mum gets worried about you," he explained. It wasn't late,
it was about 6 in the afternoon, but he was tired and was starving.

Buffy shook her head. "My mom works late on weekends. Sometimes, I barely
ever get to see her," Buffy said sadly. She had seen her mother one time
this morning, when she was eating a pop tart, Joyce said it was too
fattening and threw it away before leaving for work.

"I'll get out of your hair. I promised Willow and Anya we'd have our party
line tonight, and I better go do that," Buffy said getting up and dusting
herself off. Some dirt had gotten on her white shorts and a little on her
mini sky blue tank top.

"Thanks again, Buffy. It was nice meeting you," William said as he walked
Buffy towards the door.

Buffy nodded. Even on her way to the door she couldn't stop talking. "You
should really get a rug, one of those cool bearskin ones! I always thought
that they neat! The floor's kinda dirty from the house being vacant for so
long. You should get a broom and dust pan. Dust tends to pile up, or fairy
tend to die too."

William was confused. He raised an eyebrow. "Fairies?"

Buffy smiled. "Yes, every time a person says that word and that they don't
exist, somewhere a fairy falls down dead and becomes dust," she explained.

"I'll keep that in mind."

With that, Buffy walked out the door. Spike shut the door. And walked back
into the living room.

William grabbed one of the boxes and sat on the floor, rummaging through the
picture albums. He smiled as he looked at some of the photographs.

His hand traced over a few pictures. "Looks like you're weren't the only one
to believe in fairies, pet."


TBC

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Celestria says: This is unbeta'd. But PaganBaby helped me grammar and spelling and some helpful touch ups! She's so sweet! I could just marry her! Hehehe. I'm a dork... Chapter Two is almost finsihed so it will be up soon. Promise sorry I took long, I got inspired for a Hooker fic

Beta: Jill! She’s the best.
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Chapter 2: Buffy's Cookies


Buffy stood in front of the big plastic bowl on the kitchen counter. She was
reading a cookbook.

Four eggs. Check.
Flour. Check.
Cookie dough. Check and check.

She smiled proudly. She never really cooked before so this was still all new
to her. She started to stir the cookie mix around and around. Her hand was
getting tired as the dough became thicker.

"Young lady, what do you think you're doing?" Joyce Summers asked her
teenaged daughter. And why did she make such a mess in what used to be a
clean kitchen? Now everything was dirty, covered with a dusting of flour.

"I'm making cookies. And don't worry, it will be clean by the time you get
home," Buffy sighed. She kept doing what she was doing.

"Honey, I told you if you kept eating the way you do, you're never going to
fit into your dress when it's finished. I spent a lot of money on that dress
for your big day."

Buffy rolled her eyes. "I know, I know. Sweet Sixteen is a big deal to
you, but these aren't for me. They're for our new neighbor. I though it be
nice to do something neighborly for him."

"Right, William Madison. Jenny was telling me, she met him at the market
buying a lot of frozen dinners. Hmm, maybe I should invite him for a good
home cooked meal," Joyce said. Jenny had also told Joyce what a handsome
and sexy man William happened to be.

"Great! I mean that would be very nice of you to do, Mother." Joyce gave her
daughter a question look. But then shrugged

"I'm off, Sweetie. There's a few cans of Slim Fast left, make sure you drink
one. And clean up this kitchen." She gave her a daughter a kiss on the
forehead and then left out the back door.

When she heard the car pull away, Buffy brought out a bag of store bought
cookies and proceeded to eat them. Her mother always depressed the hell out
of her with all of the fat comments and giving her orders all the time.
What was good to lift a depressed mood? Food.

"Yummy chocolate chip goodness," she moaned.


~~~~~~~

Cookies Done

William started to get things how he wanted them. He wasn't sure if it
looked nice, but to him, it looked fine. He put up some pictures of towns
and things he had bought in New York.

He did take Buffy advice on something. He added a nice real bear skin rug
in front of the fire place in case he felt like enjoying a good book and
fire.

And he even got a nice wine cellar set up in the basement.

*Knock knock *

William walked over to the door checked the peephole.

"Oh hell," he thought. The perky blond from a couple of days ago. Buffy.
She seemed like a good kid, but he didn't know if his patience would stretch
as far as it had the other day. But he couldn't leave her standing outside
all night. He would do his best to smile and nod politely until she ran out
of things to say...if that ever did happen. He sighed and opened the door.

Buffy was all smiles and looking very adorable. Her hair was in two
pigtails, and she was wearing a pink sundress and brown sandals.

"Hello, Buffy."

"Hi, William! Um- Ohh I brought cookies! They're chocolate chip, I made
them myself," she said handing him a cookie tin with kittens on the lid.

"That's very nice of you, Buffy. But you didn't have to go to all the
trouble of baking me cookies." Spike smiled warmly. How sweet of her to do
this for him.

She nodded. "I know, but I wanted to. So.try one. I hope you like them, I
followed the recipe exactly!" Buffy was almost bouncing on her heels,
grinning at him brightly.

William opened the tin and took a cookie out. They looked normal enough.

He began eating it. * YUCK * Spike almost cringed at the taste, it was
bloody awful! But Buffy looked all happy and proud of them. Once again, he
kept his natural tendency to tell the truth buried. He didn't want to hurt
this well-meaning girl's feelings.

"Mmm, very good!" he lied as he chewed the hard chips.

"I'm glad you liked them!" she blushed.

She waited for William to invite her in. "Do you want to come in?" he asked,
still trying to chew and swallow the cookie.

"Yeah! Thanks!" She nodded and walked in.

"Wow, you've done a lot in four days! I mean when I last saw it you didn't
have these pretty pictures up or any of those books or vases here."

While Buffy was occupied looking around the place, Spike took a bandana out
of his back pocket, spit out the mouthful of cookie, then wrapped the rest
of the cookie up. He slipped into his back pocket to hide the evidence.

"I'm a hard worker, I like to keep my mind busy," he said, wiping his mouth
with the back of his hand.

"Ohh me too, I like ice skating and shopping at the mall," Buffy said
flopping down on the couch. "Ohh hey, you took my suggestion about the rug.
Looks really nice!"

"Thanks," Spike sat the cookie tin down on the table beside the lamp. "I'll
save these for a late night snack."

Buffy nodded. "My mom wants to invite you for dinner one night. She said a
man can only eat TV dinners so many nights. But hey, we've got an amazing
Pizza Hut here, their bread sticks are to die for! But make sure it's the
cheese bread sticks not the plain, you may not think there's a difference
but there's a huge difference between regular breadsticks and cheese
breadsticks," she explained.

Buffy knew she talked a lot when she was nervous. She remembered when she
was 13 and her first kiss was with a boy naked Pike. She had been so
nervous, knowing that the kiss was coming. She kept rambling on and on
about math and spelling and college until he finally shut her up with the
kiss.

"Actually, that sound good. Pizza, been in the mood for that. I'll make
sure to get it."

"William, I noticed you have an accent. You're Irish right?" she asked.

He laughed. * Cute * Dumb * "I'm British, actually. William is what my
father called me till I was 15. I like to be called Spike now. That's what
all my friends call me." It'd been a long time since he'd had friends...

"Ohh Spike, Spikey! I like that!" she giggled.

“No, just Spike not Spikey,” that remind him one of his girls back awhile back who clung on to him. She was so annoying girl he ever met. But she was a pretty good lay.

“So how about it Spike, would you like to come to dinner at my house, I promise my mom can cook super good, So I promise really good home cook meal,” she smiled. She hoped he said yes. She got this brand new dress she hadn’t worry and now was the prefect time to where it.

As much as he new he should have said no. He hadn’t had a home cooked meal in a long time, and it was a relief and that Buffy mom was cooking not hers. “Sure why not, when,”

Buffy face light up “Friday this Friday coming up,”

Spike and nod. “Great I’ll be there,”

“What do you like to eat, I mean your favorite meal?” she asked she planned on making sure everything went super well.

“I enjoy many food, but I really like Spicy wings and BBQ chicken,”

“Cool, I enjoy anything yummy, I’m always up for trying new things,” Buffy said.

* Ring ring *

“That’s my cell phone,” Spike said picking up his phone. Buffy nod

‘Ello Harm who did you get this number, Your wearing what?” Buffy frowned it was a Women! She didn’t really want to hear the rest. She noticed a note pad and wrote something down and slipped out the front door.

“Harm! I told you I don’t want anything to do with you BYE!” he shouted He put his phone away “Sor-,” Spike noticed she was already gone. He noticed a white paper on the desk.

Spike * a heart on all her I’s *

Friday Night! Don’t forget!

~ Buffy * smile face *


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TBC

Beta: paganbaby helped me alot with ideas, and Jill beta is so sweet for helping me beta
Disclanmer: I don't own nothing, dont sue me

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Chapter 3: Dinner Party

Buffy looked at herself from all possible angles in the full-length mirror
in her bedroom, smoothing her dress down over her hips. She looked good, if
she did say so herself. She was wearing the black evening dress that Joyce
had sprung for a few months ago for an art show at the gallery.

Buffy had only worn it once, for the show. It was the nicest, sexiest dress
that she owned. What's more, it made her feel sexy. She wanted Spike to
see her in it.

The uneven, lacey hemline came down to her knees. Buffy wished that it were
shorter, but her mom wouldn't buy her a dress any sexier than this one.

Maybe the dress could accidentally rise higher during the evening She
blushed at her naughty thoughts. But Spike just did that to her! She
couldn't help it.

"What do you think, Mr. Gordo? I look pretty damn good, don't I?" she asked
her stuffed pink piggy that she had received when she was brought home from
the hospital after she was born.

"I'm taking that as a 'yes'," she smiled as she grabbed the pink pig and
gave it a kiss. "Spike won't know what hit him!"

Buffy heard the front doorbell ring. She smiled, her heart beating faster,
and placed Mr. Gordo back down on her bed. She checked herself once more in
the mirror, then hurried downstairs.

She saw her mother dressed in one of her elegant evening gown outfits.
Joyce only wore them when she was going on dates or for important events.
Joyce was greeting Spike and inviting him in. He looked amazing in his
black slacks and red dress shirt. His hair was gelled back.

'Yummmmmmy!' Buffy thought.

Spike noticed Buffy when she was halfway down the stairs. He never really
noticed how breathtaking she looked all dressed up. This couldn't be the
same Buffy that he knew, this was a beautiful woman, not a girl. Her long
blonde hair hung in curls. The dress she was wearing accentuated her
feminine figure. Her makeup was simple and light, yet enhanced her beauty.
In short, she looked dazzling. He did his best not to stare at her like an
idiot.

"Mr. Madison, I'm so happy that you could join us for dinner. Buffy talks so
highly of you." Joyce smiled.

"Well, thank you for inviting me, Mrs Summers."

"It's Ms. Summers, actually. I'm divorced," Joyce said with a sly smile.

* Bing *

"Oh, that must be the chicken. Buffy, why don't you show Mr. Madison into
the dining room. I'll be there shortly," Joyce said, never taking her eyes
off of Spike.

Buffy noticed, and didn't like it one bit!

"Come on, I'll show you where we shall be dining this evening," she said,
hooking her arm into his, giving him a charming smile.

She lead him to the dining room. It was very stylish. There
were a lot of art pieces and sculptures and bright colored vases. They lit
up the room very nicely.

"If you're wondering about the art, my mum gets them when she's away on
business. I mean on every trip from New York, she brought something back,"
Buffy explained. She went round to her seat at the table.

Spike's gentlemanly instincts took over. He went to her seat first, pulling
out the chair for her. "Allow me."

Buffy grinned and blushed as she sat down. "Oh...Thank you."

Spike smiled and nodded. He took a seat across the table from her.

"New York is a great place. Ever been?" he asked.

Buffy shook her head. "No, my mom never let's me go, she doesn't like taking
me on business. But I always wanted to go, I mean the big bright lights,
Cats," she said, a dreamy smile crossing her face. Spike couldn't help
but smile.

"So, what happens then? Your mum leaves you alone?"

"Nope. Sometimes I go visit my dad, or my friends let me crash till my mom
comes back." As she finished what she was saying, Joyce walked back into the
room carrying the tray in.

"Okay everyone, I hope you're starving because I made extra," Joyce placed
the fried chicken down on the table next to the tossed salad Buffy had made
earlier. They also had store bought dinner rolls, baked potatoes and corn.

"Everything looks and smells wonderful, Ms. Summers," Spike complemented
her.

Joyce smiled. "Please, Mr. Madison, call me Joyce."

"Only if you call me William," he flirted back.

Hehehe, I get to call him Spike! In your face, mommy dearest," Buffy
thought to herself.

Buffy sat and munched on her chicken. As she listened to Her mother
whorishly flirt with Spike. And him sort of flirting back.

"Buffy, honey, I think that's enough chicken, that was almost your fourth
piece. Eat some salad. Don't be a little piggy in front of our guest," Joyce
said in a cheerful tone.

Buffy frowned. She felt terribly embarrassed. She felt her cheeks turn a
bright red. She couldn't believe her mother said that to her in front of
Spike. She just wanted to die.
Buffy pushed her plate away and grabbed some salad in a bowl. Spike couldn't
help but feel bad. He'd thought Buffy was going overboard about her mother
talking about her weight. But here she was belittling her own daughter in front of a
guest.

"You know, Ms. Summers, growing girls do need to eat. I think Buffy is just
a lovely size," Spike said. "She looks quite fit to me."

Joyce just shrugged and drank her glass of wine. Buffy couldn't help but
give a little smile. Spike stuck up for her. Sort of. But still sweet.

Dinner went on. More talking about art and more art.

"How about we take dessert in the lounge? I'm dying to hear about your
time in Ireland, sounds amazing," Joyce said, placing her drink down. Spike
nodded. He and Buffy went into the living room.

Spike took a seat in the single chair. "Buffy, I forgot to say that you
look very lovely this evening."

She blushed. "This old thing?" she said patting the hem of the dress. "Just
something I threw on."

"Well, it's still beautiful."

"Ohh, guess what?" Buffy smiled. Spike lifted a eyebrow.

"What?"

"I made cookies! Since you liked them so much. Oooh, I'll go get them!"
Buffy quickly left the room. A minute later, she made her way from the
kitchen back into the living room. She placed the plate in front of him,
grinning proudly.

"They're extra chocolatey, enjoy!" She watched as Spike slowly took a cookie
and got ready to start munching on it.

Oh no, the cookies from hell! Have to pretend they're good...Can't hurt
her feelings. She's looking right at me...Gotta eat one. I can choke one
down... Spike thought. Spike munched on the cookie, waiting for the
taste of flour and whatever else she'd put in them that he couldn't
identify. But the only taste was yummy chocolatey goodness.

"Ummm!" His eyes brightened with surprise and relief. "Buffy, these are
really good!" Spike moaned as he reached for another one. Buffy couldn't
help but smile.

Joyce strolled into the living room. "Oh William, please don't get full on
those cookies. Here is some wonderful coffee cake, I made it special for
you." She placed it down, pushing the cookies aside.

Spike wanted cookies not coffee cake. He wasn't much of a coffee person.
Joyce cut him a slice and placed it on a plate. Spike give a fake smile and
nibbled at the coffee cake.

"Mmm, very good, Joyce," Spike lied.

* Ring Ring *

"Excuse me a moment." Joyce went to the phone and picked it up. "Hello? Oh
Hello, Jenny. How are you? Fine, uh huh. Just a second." Joyce covered
the mouthpiece with her hand. "I'm sorry, I have to take this call," Joyce
said apologetically, "I'll be right back." Joyce walked out of the room
leaving Spike and Buffy alone.

"I hate my mom's coffee cake. It tastes like plastic or styrofoam peanuts.
Something gross, anyway. My mom's going to be on the phone for awhile.
Jenny and my mom gossip a lot. So she'll probably talk about you."

Spike smiled. "I'm not that interesting, am I?"

Buffy laughed, "Trust me you are. You're like the only big thing to happen
in good old Sunnydale in a long time. This town is B-O-R-I-N-G."

"Before you, it was the affair between Judge Nelson and the preacher's
wife," she explained.

"Wow, now that's interesting!"

Buffy grabbed a pen and started fiddling with it nervously. She needed to
keep her hands occupied somehow. Sitting across from Spike, and him looking
so sexy, made her nervous. The pen slipped out of her hands, rolling across
the floor.

"Oops," Buffy bent over to pick it up. She didn't know that when she bent
down that Spike could see down her dress. But he noticed. He gave her
cleavage a quick look and then turned away.

*cough* " So...Buffy, how's school?"

She sat back up. "It's okay I guess. I'm going to sign up cheerleading this
year."

Spike nodded. 'Buffy jumping around in tiny skirt...jumping, bouncing and
more jumping. Bad man...very bad man! "That's good. Sounds like it'll
be fun for you."

"I hope I make it."

"I think you'll do just fine."

"Spike, how old are you?"

"Oh, I just turned 28 last month."

"Wow, you're old!"

He laughed, "Thanks a lot!"

"Noo, I mean your age but you look so young, that's what I meant."

"You're only as old as you feel," he added. Spike remembered the quote from
Groucho Marx: You're only as old as the women you feel. But he didn't bring
that up. He felt dirty enough for looking down her dress and thinking about
her shaking her pompoms.

Buffy nodded.

"All right, Sweetie. Time for bed," Joyce said as she came from the
kitchen. "It's going on 10 'o clock, I have no idea how it's gotten so late!
William, would you like to stay a bit longer for coffee or to talk?" Joyce
asked.

"Actually *fake yawns* I better get going, Joyce. I have to wake up early
for some painting and all." Spike got up.

"Night, Buffy," he said.

"Night," Buffy replied, before hopping up the stairs.

"Thank you, Joyce, I had a very lovely evening," Spike thanked her as he
opened the door and walked out.

"Anytime, William. I'd love to have you...over again soon." Joyce smiled,
leaning against the doorway.

"Yeah, that'd be nice. 'Night."


~~~~~~~~~~~~ Spike's bedroom

Spike unbuttoned his shirt and shrugged it off. He threw it on his bed. He
walked over to the window and shut it. He stopped just as he latched the
window. He had never realized it but his window looked straight into
Buffy's room. He could see right in.

He felt himself freeze in place, unable to move. Buffy was standing in the
middle of her room, stripping off her clothes. He watched as she slowly
slipped the dress off her body. Now she was standing in nothing more then a
pink bra and panties.

Bloody hell! She had amazing body. Everything about her was just
perfect. Long, smooth legs. Soft looking, tanned skin. Flat, toned
stomach. Curvy hips. Perky breasts that were just the size Spike
preferred: Not too big, not too small. The only movement he made was to
lick his dry lips.

Of course, he felt sick for his behavior. He knew he shouldn't be looking at
her, lusting after her body like some perv but he just couldn't help himself.
He was hooked.

Spike's hands lowered to his zipper. He slowly pulled it down. Buffy just
walked around in her room in her underwear, unconcerned that someone might
be peeking at her.

Spike was so hard - Buffy was so pretty and innocent.

"Ahh!" His hand wrapped around his stiff member. He slowly moved it up and
down as he watched Buffy. She was now standing in front of her mirror, modeling for herself.

Spike's hand kept going up and down. Up and down. Harder and harder. His breathing
coming hard, in ragged gasps.

Buffy was still striking poses in the mirror, mimicking pictures of models
she'd seen in magazines. She ran her hands up from her thighs to her
breasts. She pushed them together and made a kissy face in the mirror,
wiggling her butt.

"Fuck--Unnhh!" Spike grunted, cumming all over his hand and the wall in
front of him.

"Oh shit...you sick bastard!" he told himself as he grabbed a tissue from
the drawer and clean his hand off. He needed a cold shower.

When Spike finished cleaning his spunk from the wall, he saw Buffy had put
on a huge t-shirt and she was settling into bed.

"I'm sorry, Buffy," he whispered. "I won't do that again. I promise."


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~Buffy Bedroom ~

"So, Buffy, Sweet Sixteen in a just two weeks! Aren't you excited? Who's
your date?" Anya Jenkins asked. She'd been Buffy's best friend since Buffy
moved to Sunnydale.

"I think she should go with Riley Finn, majorly yummy! I mean he has a car,
he's a senior, and also the star quarterback. And his family has money,"
another close friend, Cordelia Chase, explained. Buffy just shrugged, her
attention was back on Cosmo Girl magazine.

"Come on, Buffy, this is huge! You need a date for your birthday party,"
her other best friend, Willow Rosenberg, said pulling the magazine away.

"She's right, I mean Anya's going with Xander and I'm going with Devon and
Willow's going with Oz and now the birthday girl is going with either Parker
or Riley."

"I'll go alone. I don't need a date. Guys, I'll be fine don't worry,"
Buffy laughed. "Plus I'm tired of dating boys," she smirked.

All the girls give her a shocked look.

"Are you turning lez?" Cordelia asked, in a panic.

"What! No! Not that there's anything wrong with that," Buffy added. "I
don't need boys, I need a man."

"Ohh," all the girls cooed. "A man!" they all busted into laughter.

"See that's why Riley is a great choice," Anya pressed on. Buffy just
sighed. Seems it wasn't getting through that she didn't want Riley or Parker
or any one else in Sunnydale High.

TBC

POOL PARTY