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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.



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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





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