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Chapter 8

"---6:30 time to make sure the kiddies are up and getting ready for school. This is Joan--"

"And Randy-"

"And we’re the ones playing the tunes--"

"And telling the jokes."

"This next song has been burning-----"

Buffy slapped her hand blindly at the radio as Joan and Randy on WHTT (Home Of The Hits!) did their morning routine. She groaned and turned over hoping that she heard the time wrong. One look at the clock however confirmed that it was time to get up. Buffy stood up and absently scratched her belly. As she made her way to the bathroom she passed a floor length mirror on the door. She cringed at her reflection, taking in the smeared eye makeup and total bed head. After taking a quick shower she started downstairs to begin breakfast. As she passed Dawn’s door she lightly knocked and stuck her head in. "Time to get up, Dawnie. Go to the bathroom and meet me downstairs for breakfast." Dawn mumbled something as she rolled over to peek at her cousin.

About 10 minutes later Dawn came running into the kitchen as Buffy was finishing up the small stack of pancakes. The kitchen was bathed in light and the smell of chocolate hung heavy in the air. Outside the kitchen window a couple of tiny hummingbirds darted back and forth. Buffy paused and watched the birds getting their morning meal and couldn’t help grinning. She was young, attractive and beginning a new relationship, life was good. Buffy looked down at the cherub face that watched her. When Buffy and Dawn’s eyes met Dawn flashed her an enormous gap-toothed smile. "Good morning Buffy," Dawn said sticking her tongue through the hole in her smile.

Buffy laughed heartily as she knelt down to her cousin’s level. "When did you lose those?" Buffy tucked a strand of Dawn’s long straight hair behind one of her ears. "Here, open up and let me see." Dawn opened her mouth wide and watched as Buffy appeared to be studying her teeth, or lack thereof very closely. Satisfied, Buffy nodded and stood up. "OK my examination shows that you in fact have enough teeth to still eat pancakes."

Dawn giggled as she sat at the table. "Did you get my present, Buffy?" She asked around a mouthful of chocolaty pancakes. Buffy silently pushed her sleeve up showing Dawn the bit of braided string around her wrist.

Buffy sat down in front of her pancakes (minus the chocolate chips thank you very much) and took a sip of her coffee. As the liquid warmed her mouth she thought momentarily of her date the night before. She shook her head slightly and focused on the little girl sitting in front of her. "Are you kidding? This is the finest piece of jewelry I own and with all the different colors, it goes with just about everything!" Dawn nodded her head in agreement. Buffy spooned a few apple slices on her pancakes and joined her cousin in breakfast.

After a few minutes Dawn said, "I made it in school with Will’um." She picked up her glass and drained the last of her milk.

"Will’um?" Buffy asked.

"No Will’um." Dawn said slowly.

"Oh, you mean William."

"Yeah, like I said....Will’um"

Buffy asked, "Is that your new teacher?"

Dawn took a bite of her pancakes and answered, "Yeah, he’s not young and pretty like Ms. Patty. His hair is all white and he wears funny glasses..... he’s way old. Sometimes I miss Ms. Patty but Will’um is nice, I guess."

"I remember my teacher from when I was your age. Her name was Mrs. Grace. She was really old, and mean too." Buffy stood up and slowly started walking towards Dawn. "She would come to school everyday on her broom." step "and her hair was green with bugs in it." step "and she gave us snacks like liver cookies," step "and Brussels sprout pie." Dawn giggled as Buffy stood over her. "And she made us wash dishes during recess!!" Buffy bent down and started tickling her and yelled, "Liver cookies! Liver cookies!" Both girls ended up on the floor laughing.

After Buffy saw Dawn off to school, she went back to lock up the house. As she was walking back to her car, her Aunt pulled into the drive. "Sorry Buffy." She handed Buffy a couple of bills that she slipped in her handbag. "There was this big accident involving a bus full of a woman’s hockey team from Canada. Thank God there where no causalities. But it was a mess. Right now I’m going to go in there and crawl into my bed and not open my eyes till Dawnie comes home." Jenny pushed her bangs out of her eyes and sighed.

Buffy looked at her aunt sympathetically as she opened her car door. "Well I won’t keep you. I’ll be late for school if I don’t leave now anyway." She slid in behind the wheel of her car and slipped on her shades. Buffy looked at her aunt and said, "I love you, I’ll talk to you later."

As the blue bug backed out of the drive Jenny's cell phone rang in her bag. She pulled it out of her work bag and smiled when she saw the name on the caller ID. "Good morning," she said, as she turned into the house.

Later that afternoon Willow and Cordelia sat on the lawn eating their lunch. "Hello Gorgeous," Xander came over and plopped down next to Willow and took a fry. Both women turned to him and answered, Cordelia raised an eyebrow at Willow. "How was your weekend ladies?" He reached over to take another fry from Willow and she slid her plate over to him.

A young man ran by going after a football. He paused and smiled warmly at the ladies. He bowed gallantly as Cordelia sat preening. Willow glance at her and said, "Well, we met a couple of really nice guys at that club Saturday."

"Well the Xanman wasn’t so lucky." Xander leaned back and sighed dramatically.

"Well as the former president of the ‘Isn’t Xander Cute Club’, I’d like to say that I’m shocked with a side order of appalled. I ask you, where have the standards gone." Xander whimpered and laid his head on her shoulder.

Cordelia laughed as she adjusted her sunglasses, and stole a look at the football guy. "You guys are just ridiculous." She shook out her long raven hair and again cut her eyes to the football guy. She pulled out her compact and did a quick spot check in it’s reflection. "I don’t know about you but my guy turned out to be a total frog. After you and Buffy left, I spent the whole evening trying to keep a piece of furniture between the both of us. That man has a lot of hand," she finished quietly. Cordelia looked across the courtyard as the football guy tossed the pig skin to one of his friends and started towards her. She smiled and stood up. "Ummm, I’ll see you guys later.

From a distance Buffy watched Cordelia make her way over to one of the guys who was throwing the football around moments before. She turned to look at Willow who was sitting with her back against a tree and a book in her hand. Xander’s head was in her lap and he watched Buffy approach. "If it isn’t my all time favorite Buffy."

Willow lightly bonked him on the top of his head and replied softly, "Like you know a hundred Buffies."

Buffy sat down next to Willow and pulled out her lunch. "So what happened with you and that old British guy?"

"What are you talking about." Buffy asked feigning ignorance. Willow and Buffy exchanged a fleeting look. They had decided that the less people that knew about this the better.

"You know, that blond guy at the bar Saturday. How did that work out for you?"

Buffy finished her diet pop and pulling out a sandwich said, "It didn’t. He tried to get me drunk and take me home with him. That wasn’t going to happen, so he went trolling after another girl." Buffy shrugged her shoulders and took a bite of her sandwich.

"Like I told Cordy and Willow, the Xan man got no action this weekend, again. I think it’s time for some clandestine action. I know, you can write something on the girls bathroom wall about me." Xander smiled at Willow and wiggled his eyebrows.

Buffy laughed. "Didn’t Willow do that last year?" She shook her head and continued, "Everybody knew you wrote it then, and they’ll know that you wrote it now."

Willow closed her book and sat up Indian style, "Not if I make it really naughty."

After lunch the afternoon classes seemed to drag. Buffy found herself watching the clock more than the teacher. It didn’t take him long to notice it either. "Am I keeping you from somewhere, Miss Summers?" Mr. Lyons asked dryly. "I mean, I can hurry it along if you’d like." Somewhere to her right she heard someone say, ‘please do’ followed by giggling. Buffy slouched low in her seat, her face red with embarrassment as Mr. Lyons continued with the lesson.

Buffy rolled her eyes heavenward when she heard her cell phone start to sing in her book bag. "I am so sorry," she began as she fumbled with her bag. "I got it," she said nervously as she pulled it out. "Turning it off now." Buffy smiled at Mr. Lyons, who now had his book closed and his hands on his hips.

"Now if Miss Summers wouldn’t mind, I’m going to try to finish this lesson before the bell rings." Mr. Lyons opened his book once more as Buffy stole one quick look at her caller ID. She felt her heart skip a beat when she recognized the name.

Buffy walked quickly to her car at the end of the school day. After Mr. Lyons class she checked her messages to find out what Spike had wanted. He had called to see if she wanted to meet him at the beach for a little sun and some dinner. After connecting with Willow about the cover story, she called Spike back to iron out the details. She didn’t even have to run home, because in her truck she carried ‘the bag’. Walk up to any true Cali girl, regardless of whether they be black or white, blond or brunette and they all carry some version of ‘the bag’. In Buffy’s was the essentials: sun block, towel, bottled water, and two swim suits. One for when she’s with her mom and one for when she’s, well not. It was just as vital as carrying water in the desert. Every girl Buffy knew had such a bag, difference being the suits.

Today was definitely a bikini day as Buffy glanced at her small white polka dot suit. She smiled thinking of what his reaction was going to be when she walked onto the beach in it. she hurriedly pinned up her hair and started the car.

Fifteen minutes later she pulled into the lot next to the sand. She heard the laughter of the many children running towards the water. She scanned the white sand looking for Spike when she heard a tap on her glass. Buffy looked up into Spike’s blue eyes and smiled. She rolled down her window and he said, "Hello Pet."

Buffy jumped out of the car and grabbed her beach bag. "Hi yourself,"She closed and locked the door to her car. "I need to get changed. Where are we going to sit." She adjusted her shades and took his hand.

"It doesn’t matter to me, where ever you decide, Luv. I hope you’re hungry, I packed us a nice cold dinner with some wine." He held up a bottle and met her eyes. Spike looked down at the small blond in front of him and not for the first time was unnerved by the depths of his feelings. All day his thoughts kept coming back to her. It was during afternoon nap that he was finally able to steal away and call her. He asked her to spent the evening with him watch the sunset at the beach. When she called back she had readily agreed. He brought her hand to his lips and kissed it.

She colored slightly and said shyly, "I’ll be right back." He watched her small bottom as she walked away.

Spike hefted the basket and his blanket and waited for her on the sand. When Buffy emerged for the dressing area, he had two thoughts in quick succession. The first was how utterly beautiful she was and the pride of being the one on her arm, and the second was a fierce protectiveness. He immediately saw the interest of every male in the vicinity. The white material almost glowed in comparison to the golden sheen of her skin. The suit left little to the imagination but somehow she still managed to carry herself with class. Spike quickly walked to her side. Buffy saw Spike’s reaction to her suit and smiled internally.





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