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"Well, that was interesting," Spike said looking at the young man sitting across from Buffy. "And you might be?"

"This is Xander, he’s an old friend of mine. We went to high school together," Buffy said looking at Xander with hard eyes.

"Yeah the Buffster and I go way back. We met, when? Junior year at old Sunnydale high? Yep, those were the days, I mean it seems like yesterday we were walking those halls, Huh?" Xander’s eyes twinkled with mischief as he watched Buffy color and squirm in her seat.

"Well, Xander as much fun as walking down memory lane with you is, I don’t want to keep you. I know how busy you are." Buffy said pointedly to Xander’s still smiling face.

"Don’t worry yourself, I see just the Homecoming Queen I wanted to talk to," Xander said, spotting Cordelia talking to a dark haired man. He turned to Spike and asked, "Can you believe we went to our Junior Prom together. Ahhh the memories..."

"Xander!"

"I’m going, I’m going. I’m out of here. You know what, on second thought maybe I’ll leave Miss Chase to her Cro-Magnon man." Xander said, eyeing the dark haired duo. "He’s kinda big. Later guys." He stood up and was quickly swallowed up by the crowd.

Spike sat down in the seat that was so recently vacated. "That was interesting," he said, after a minute of silence.

"You already said that," Buffy smiled.

"What else can I say after that, Pet?" He asked, eyes scanning the crowd for Xander.

Buffy smiled down softly at her hands when he referred to her as ‘pet’. She suddenly jumped as the band started playing another loud block of music. "You know what, let’s get out of here. We can go somewhere quiet, so we can talk and you can tell me a little about yourself." She smiled up at him, but her smile quickly faded when she saw his disapproving look.

"I hope you don’t leave with every stranger you meet in a bar, Luv," Spike asked, concerned.

Buffy felt herself stiffen at his words. "What are you trying to say, Spike?" she asked, eyes flinty. "I was talking about going to get coffee. I don’t know what kind of---,"

Spike put up his hands in surrender. "Whoa, whoa. I didn’t mean to step on your feelings, Pet. The truth be told, I’d rather sit in this bleeding club with you. Here," he began, sliding next to her, "I have a reason to stay close."

Buffy’s anger dissipated and she felt herself begin to blush. Speaking ever so softly, so that he had to lean in even more, "We could always find a cozy corner upstairs to talk."

Spike stood up slowly and reached for her small, warm hand. Buffy’s heart started to gallop as she let him lead her to the stairs. She couldn’t help but notice the envious stares of a couple of the women they passed. She looked at the back of his golden head and involuntarily squeezed his hand. He turned to look down at their joined hands and squeezed back. And as he looked her in the eyes, his face broke into a beautiful smile that she readily returned. But as exciting as this night was turning out to be, she couldn’t help but worry about their obvious age difference and the growing number of lies she was needing to cover it.

Cordelia watched the couple as they made their way through the crowd. She had seen Buffy speaking to Xander earlier, and was glad when he chose not to come over to her. She often wondered what kind of madness had caused her to date so far down the food chain. Thankfully things seem to be improving . She again looked at Buffy and, what was his name? Cordelia spared a moment to wonder where they were headed.

"Is that your friend with Spike. She’s cute." Cordelia turned abruptly towards Angel, her mouth set in a grim line. "In a little kid sorta way," Angel amended quickly. "Don’t worry gorgeous, I don’t do cute." Cordelia quickly smiled up at Angel and silently handed him her empty glass. "You want another one? Let me," he said smiling tightly. He turned to walk away and stopping momentarily asked, "You sure you don’t want a beer or something; how about a shot?"

"Why Angel, are you trying to get me drunk?" she asked sweetly. When he shook his head no, she continued, "Tell them no ice this time their diet is watered down enough. And if you hurry back I may let you dance with me." Cordelia pulled out a mirror, dismissing him. Angel clenched his teeth as he walked away, but he was not discouraged, he was even more resolved. He always did like a challenge.

On the upper level Buffy and Spike found a couch that had seen better days. Buffy sat down on the couch and after handing her their drinks, Spike did the same.

"Now Luv, back to you," he began.

"No, actually we were talking about you," she said coyly.

Spike moved closer to her, putting his arm around her, and drawing her closer still. "Well, I’m originally from London but I’ve been in the States for almost a decade, and I am a teacher."

"Wow, an educator, so not the type. What level? high school?-- No not high school, I know you’re a English professor at some stuffy college," she said pointing at his chest.

"No, not quite." He said smiling.

"A kindergarten teacher!! Willow screamed the next afternoon.

"You would find the only Boy Scout in the place," Cordelia snarked sitting down in a lounge chair. The three girls sat next to Cordelia’s parent pool getting a little weekend sun. Buffy rolled her eyes at the statuesque brunette, who was, at the moment, concentrating only on getting a even tan. She turned on to her stomach after laying her chair out flat and closed her brown eyes.

"So," Willow said leaning in, "Spill."

"He is wonderful." Buffy exclaimed, "Perfect, hot, mature---"

"As in ‘old’," interrupted Cordelia.

"Yeah Buffy, how old is he," Willow asked, concerned.

Buffy looked down at her nails and mentally reminded herself to go see Mrs. Lee about a manicure and peeking down at her feet thought ‘pedicure’. "Like I said before he teaches kindergarten over at Sunnydale Elementary. He’s been doing it for three years and he is 27."

Willow whistled to herself and asked her, "Does he know how young you are?" Buffy dropping her eyes, was answer enough. "How can you think of seeing him again. You are seeing him again, right?" Buffy nodded her head. "How can you expect to see him, to date this guy when you are not being truthful. If, no, when he finds out...."

"I know," she cried out, "I don’t know what happened. When he first came over, I thought I was just hanging out, being mature girl, you know. He asked me how old I was I didn’t actually lie to him I just didn’t--"

"Tell him the truth." Cordelia said dryly.

"It was a game, I didn’t think I would actually like him. I mean hello, he’s 10 years older then I am. What would we have in common? But Willow, he’s perfect and I’m a liar. When he finds out if he doesn’t run screaming from me because I’m still in high school, he’s going to run from me because I am a liar."

"Only a situational liar." Cordelia said sipping from her diet tea.

Willow looked at Cordelia incredulous and said, "Cordy, not helping. What about you? Did you tell Angel how old you are?"

"Don’t be ridiculous, of course not!" Cordelia snorted. She got up and walked to the table and refilled her glass. "But unlike Buffy here, I don’t plan on ever seeing the man again."

"Miss Cordelia," the housekeeper said walking out of the main house, "telephone. It’s a Mr. O’Farrell."

Cordelia squealed and followed the short, white clad woman back into the house. Buffy turned and smiling at Willow asked, "And what about you, I do recall seeing you with a little green haired guitar player--"

"Bass."

"A little green haired bass player. Very cute, how did that work out."

"His name is Daniel but everyone calls him Oz. Ironically he’s only 19. He got in because he was in the band. And I’m all ‘go me!’--but I’m also ‘poor Buffy’".

"That’s all right," Buffy said patting her best friend knee. "I’m so happy about you meeting a guy. I mean really, it’s about time you got over that silly crush that you have on Xander." Buffy waved her hand dismissively at the very thought.

"I’ll have you know that whole Xander thing is so over, when I found him and Cordelia making with the smooches in the broom closet at school. Let’s just say yuck, with a capitol ‘yuck’". They broke down in a fit of giggles as Cordelia came out the back door, laughing on the phone.

"Oh Angel," she cooed. "Stop saying things like that. Listen I have to go, I have company. We’re working on our tans. Yes....it’s black. Yes.....of course it’s a two piece. Angel! I have to go; bye," she said into the phone, cheeks flushed. "Men," she mouthed as she turned to her friends. The three burst out laughing.





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