Teardrops On My Guitar by SpuffyGirl729

Buffy Summers threw her pencil down on her desk with an aggrivated groan. She had been sitting there for three hours trying to finish the new song that was swimming around in her head and she just couldn't get down. Things weren't fitting, words weren't working, and there were parts that were missing. She ran her hands through her golden blonde hair trying to figure out her thoughts.

Buffy then picked up her guitar that was leaning against the desk and started to play what she knew the song would sound like. "mmmm. so i'll drive home..." Buffy sang softly. She leaned up, picked up her pencil and crossed out a word. *that's better* she thought with a smile.

Buffy had been writing songs and poems ever since she was ten years old. While some seventeen year old girls choose to write in diary's to help them, Buffy choose to write music. It also didn't help that when she was eight her older brother Angel snuck into her room and read her little diary. Ever since that day she has never kept one. She enjoyed writing music much better.

Buffy continued to strum the guitar softly when she heard her brother call from outside her door, "Hey brat!! Willow's on the phone!!"

Buffy put her guitar down as she walked to the door and opened it. Her brother was standing there with a smirk on his face holding the cordless telephone up. "Thanks loser!" Buffy exclaimed with a smile as she took the phone and closed the door.

Buffy and her brother Angel were extremely close, though they constantly called eachother names and picked on eachother, everyone knew that neither one of them would hesitate to help the other.

"Hey Wills!" Buffy said into the phone as she sat back down at her desk.

"You know, I really feel the brother and sister love that you too have," Willow exclaimed sarcastically causing Buffy to giggle.

Willow Rosenborg had been Buffy's best friend since sixth grade, when they moved to Sunnydale. Buffy was shy, not having any friends, and Willow walked right up to her, with their friend Xander, and made her feel at home. Now, they were juniors in high school and the three couldn't be more inseparable. Buffy could tell Willow anything and knew she wouldn't have to worry about anything.

"So are we Bronzing tonight?" Willow asked.

"Oh, I don't know, I'm trying to finish this one song and it's just not working." Buffy said as she leaned back onto the chair.

"Well, going out and letting loose would be an awesome way to open up your mind." Willow stated.

Buffy thought about it for a few seconds and said, "You know what, you're right! Come by around eight and we'll go out for some Bronzy goodness!"

"Yay!!" Willow exclaimed happily on the other end.

The two friends talked for a couple more minutes then quickly said goodbye. Just as Buffy set the phone down on the desk she heard the familiar sound of a 1958 Dodge Desoto pulling up into the drive way which caused her smile to grow wide. Buffy ran over to the window and looked out before nearly running out of her room and down the stairs. Buffy pushed out the front door and jogged down her porch.

"Hey Spike!!"

Spike closed his car door and smiled as he saw the little blonde jogging towards him.

William 'Spike' Bradley was Angel's best friend. He had moved to Sunnydale from London his freshman year of highschool with his mother. One of the first people he met was Angel Summers and they immiadately became friends. Not many people understood their friendship, with Angel being the captian of the football team and Spike being the school rebel, with his bleached blonde hair, his long leather duster, and his tendency to always wear black, but they got along and understood each other. Then Spike met Buffy, Angel had told him about his bratty little sister and Spike was more then willing to never meet her, until he saw her.

He went to Angel's house one day after school and Buffy answered the door. She was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen, with her golden blonde hair and her emerald green eyes. Spike was immediately drawn to her. But those feelings soon faded away, she was off limits for two reasons. One, she was an eighth grader, and he was manly freshman. Two, she was Angel's little sister. His feelings soon turned into friendship, which soon turned into a brotherly love. Buffy was like his own little sister now, and they were very close.

"Hey pet!" he said with a smile as Buffy jumped into his arms for big hug. "How's the song writing coming along?" Spike asked as they pulled away.

Spike had been the one to buy Buffy her guitar on her fifteenth birthday, and the one who had tought her to actually play it. He was actually one of the few people Buffy had let hear her songs.

Buffy shrugged her shoulders and said, "Ok I guess. I'm having a few blocks right now, but I'm going to the bronze tonight to clear all that up! You should come with us!!"

"Come with you where?" Angel asked as he walked up to his friend and his little sister.

"The Bronze, Willow and I are going. And probably Xander," Buffy stated.

"Sure pet, I'll go." Buffy's smile grew wider. "What about you peaches?" Spike asked.

"No, not me, I have a date with Darla tonight."

Buffy smacked his arm and said, "You suck!!"

"I thought you liked Darla?!" Angel asked.

Darla was the captian of the cheerleading squad, but was not a total bitch like the others. She actually seemed to have a brain.

"I do, but still!" Buffy whined.

Angel nodded his head with a smile. "Yeah, that makes a lot of sense. Ok, let's get going, gotta be back in time to get ready. Tell mom I went out," Angel said as he leaned down and gave his sister a kiss on the cheek.

Buffy nodded. "Yeah, yeah. I'm message gal."

"Call me when you guys are leaving and I'll meet you there," Spike said as he got back into his car.

Buffy just nodded again and waved bye. She watched as the car pulled out of the driveway and let out a deep sigh. Spike was a great friend to her, she could tell him everything, just like she could tell Willow.

Now if she could only get up the courage to tell him she was in love with him, everything would go great.