Chapter 1: Ice cream
As they stepped outside into the cool night, Buffy Summers couldn't believe her luck. Here she was, hand in hand, with Spike Hamilton, only the coolest guy in school; the one Buffy had fantasized about since she had first seen him.
Looking over at Spike he was cool as a cucumber, whereas Buffy couldn't stop grinning. Then again though, unlike Buffy, this wasn't exactly new territory for him. He must have taken hundreds of girls out for ice cream, what reason did he have to be nervous?
For Buffy on the other hand it was a totally different story, this was the first time any guy, let alone a cute one, had shown her any kind of interest and she still couldn't get over it.
As one of the biggest geeks in school, this kind of thing just wasn't supposed to happen. But Buffy certainly wasn't complaining. Keeping her mouth shut, she just held onto Spike’s hand and happily let him lead her.
As they reached the middle of the car park, the wind picked up and Buffy suddenly felt very cold. Feeling her shiver next to him, Spike looked down at the girl next to him. ‘‘Cold luv?''
Buffy shook her head, refusing to make an issue of her coldness; she didn't want to appear a wuss in front of Spike.
Spike couldn't help smirking at her stubbornness. This girl really was something, and he loved it. Here she was in a thin dress saying she wasn't cold. ‘‘Come on, pet, we’ll take the car,'' pulling on her hand before she had chance to argue, Spike dragged her over to his car, parked just a few feet away.
The car was a beat-up old Desoto, but everyone knew it was Spike’s pride and joy and there was hell to pay if anyone touched it. Buffy knew every mark and dent on the cars exterior having stared at it that many times, but she had never seen inside past the blacked out windows; now would be her chance.
Opening the door for her, Spike let Buffy climb in before going around and getting in his side. The interior was as shabby as the exterior, with rubbish scattering the floor, and the seats with several cigarette burns in them, but despite that, the car was very Spike.
As he stuck the keys in the ignition, and turned the engine over, the car roared to life, and with it punk music came blaring out of the speakers so loud it made Buffy squeal.
Quickly turning it down, he turned to the girl next to him who was rapidly turning red. ‘‘Sorry pet, had to give Malibu Barbie a lift here, I was trying to piss her off. Sorry luv.''
Embarrassed over her reaction Buffy sunk lower into her seat. ‘‘That’s ok.''
Smirking over how cute she was being, Spike turned back to the wheel. ‘‘Ok then, let’s get going.''
Pulling the car out of the parking lot the pair drove downtown to a secluded little ice cream bar Spike knew was hidden away at the other side of town.
When they got out the car again, the wind picked up again, and Buffy silently cursed herself, why hadn’t she brought a coat?
Shrugging off his leather duster he draped it over the petite girls shoulders; he couldn’t have her freezing before the date had even properly began.
Buffy was a little shocked when she felt the heavy fabric across her; Spike had actually lent her his coat, THE coat, the coat that no one even touched. This coat said everything about Spike, it was pure bad boy. Buffy loved feeling it against her, snuggling into the cool leather, she looked up adoring at Spike. “Thank you.”
“No problem, pet, now let’s get inside.”
The ice cream bar was lovely. It looked like a traditional fifties diner, complete with waitresses with puff skirts with poodles on, riding around on roller skates. How had she lived in Sunnydale most her life and never heard about this place?
Looking around, Buffy realized the place was virtually deserted, it appeared she wasn’t the only one who didn’t know about this place; it appeared most the town didn’t.
“Hey Linda, bring us a menu over, luv.” Spike called out to the waitress as he passed, before steering Buffy towards a small round booth at the back, hidden away from everyone. Buffy heart sank slightly as they sat down. Guess he didn’t want anyone to see them together after all.
As the menus where brought over, Buffy looked down at hers so Spike didn’t see the mild tears forming in her eyes. Deciding that if this was all she was going to get, she shouldn’t complain. This was still more than she would have ever dreamed about.
“So, pet, what’ll be?” Spike didn’t have to look at the menu he knew already what he was having.
“Umm, Can I have a Cherry and Blueberry Sundae, please?”
“Sure. I’ll go order; they take ages to come over otherwise.”
Standing up, he took the menus with him as he walked over to the cash register. Watching him go, Buffy took the opportunity to dry the tears before they leaked down her face, not that it would matter she didn’t exactly have make-up to spoil. She was smiling again by the time Spike returned.
“I got you a coke as well if that’s okay, Goldilocks.”
Smiling at the cute name, Buffy just nodded.
“So then luv, tell me. If you liked me so much, how come you never talked to me?”
“Not like you’re an angel either mister! You could have talked to me, nothing stopped you. Anyway how was I to know you liked me? I didn’t think you even knew I existed!”
Spike loved the spark that the two of them had together; he hoped that it never went away. “Buffy, luv, look at it from my point of view, you have made a conscious effort to ignore me when I was around, I hadn’t the foggiest you had any feelings for me. You are like ice queen girl.”
“Oh thanks! Doing well with the compliments!” Buffy was a little outraged by what he had just called her. It was basically no better than when Cordelia and her friends called her frigid.
“I didn’t mean it like that. I just meant, it’s hard to see what you are really feeling, you keep everything locked away.”
“Its better that way, you don’t get hurt.”
Spike noticed her shift in mood, and wanted to quickly get off the topic. It certainly didn’t want to hurt her. “So anyway, Faith convinced me that no harm in asking, what’s the worse you could do, say no? Ok, so you probably could do worse but I didn’t think about that.”
“Wow, you actually listen to your sister. Wish my sister listened to me. She’s murder, mum treats her like the baby princess just because she is younger, its annoying.”
The drinks and ice creams came, and Buffy sat slowly sipping on the straw.
“Siblings are just meant to be difficult love, it’s their job. Trust me when they are the same age as you, its still just as bad. So yeah I listened to her, for once, I guess things turned out not to bad after all. I should probably listen to her advice more often. God, do you even realize how long I have wanted to ask you out for, Buffy?”
Smiling, Buffy took a mouthful of ice cream, it really was the nicest ice cream she had tried, however it still didn’t quell the niggle in her mind that he had brought her to the most secluded place he could find, where no one would recognize them.
“God, I would see you sat up there, all holier than thou, sewing away and all I would want to do would be go up there and kiss you until you couldn’t breathe anymore. You are a goddess Buffy Summers.”
Buffy couldn’t keep it in anymore, this isn’t what she dreamed about and she had to tell him. “But then everyone would see, and you couldn’t have had that, could you?”
Spike suddenly looked confused over her comment. “Buffy…?”
“Lets face it Spike, You might like me, but not enough to get over the popular/geek divide we have. You care too much what other people think to actually let anyone know. You are just like everyone else Spike. Why did I spend all that time fantasizing about you?”
“What do you mean, pet? I don’t care what people say or think.”
Putting her spoon down, she looked at Spike properly. “Well what’s all this then? Waiting until everyone had left the theatre before asking me, driving so no one saw us walking together, and then this. Spike there are loads of ice cream parlors round Sunnydale, but you pick the only one where you knew no one from school would come, because no one knows about the place. Let’s face it; you are ashamed of geek Buffy. Well that’s fine, but just don’t expect me to jump as well.”
“You are off your trolley, pet. I did this for you. I didn’t think you would want the glaring eyes and the whispers, I don’t give a damn about them, but I thought you might. As for waiting until everyone went, I couldn’t find you when people where still there. And the car? You were cold pet, remember? It had nothing to do with not wanting to walk. And this place, it’s the best ice cream in town and I wanted to give you the best, I never bring anyone here, this place means something to me.” Taking a deep breath before he could get properly angry with this girl, he looked into her sad eyes. “You know what, Goldilocks? I’ll prove to you I don’t care what other people think. Get my coat, I’m taking you somewhere everyone will see us together.”
Dropping a note down onto the table, Spike took Buffy’s hand again and led her back to his car, leaving behind their untouched ice creams slowly melting in the bowls. Buffy was about to get what she asked for, and they’d see just how well she could handle it.
TBC…
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