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Beta: Jill! She’s the best.
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Chapter 2: Buffy's Cookies


Buffy stood in front of the big plastic bowl on the kitchen counter. She was
reading a cookbook.

Four eggs. Check.
Flour. Check.
Cookie dough. Check and check.

She smiled proudly. She never really cooked before so this was still all new
to her. She started to stir the cookie mix around and around. Her hand was
getting tired as the dough became thicker.

"Young lady, what do you think you're doing?" Joyce Summers asked her
teenaged daughter. And why did she make such a mess in what used to be a
clean kitchen? Now everything was dirty, covered with a dusting of flour.

"I'm making cookies. And don't worry, it will be clean by the time you get
home," Buffy sighed. She kept doing what she was doing.

"Honey, I told you if you kept eating the way you do, you're never going to
fit into your dress when it's finished. I spent a lot of money on that dress
for your big day."

Buffy rolled her eyes. "I know, I know. Sweet Sixteen is a big deal to
you, but these aren't for me. They're for our new neighbor. I though it be
nice to do something neighborly for him."

"Right, William Madison. Jenny was telling me, she met him at the market
buying a lot of frozen dinners. Hmm, maybe I should invite him for a good
home cooked meal," Joyce said. Jenny had also told Joyce what a handsome
and sexy man William happened to be.

"Great! I mean that would be very nice of you to do, Mother." Joyce gave her
daughter a question look. But then shrugged

"I'm off, Sweetie. There's a few cans of Slim Fast left, make sure you drink
one. And clean up this kitchen." She gave her a daughter a kiss on the
forehead and then left out the back door.

When she heard the car pull away, Buffy brought out a bag of store bought
cookies and proceeded to eat them. Her mother always depressed the hell out
of her with all of the fat comments and giving her orders all the time.
What was good to lift a depressed mood? Food.

"Yummy chocolate chip goodness," she moaned.


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Cookies Done

William started to get things how he wanted them. He wasn't sure if it
looked nice, but to him, it looked fine. He put up some pictures of towns
and things he had bought in New York.

He did take Buffy advice on something. He added a nice real bear skin rug
in front of the fire place in case he felt like enjoying a good book and
fire.

And he even got a nice wine cellar set up in the basement.

*Knock knock *

William walked over to the door checked the peephole.

"Oh hell," he thought. The perky blond from a couple of days ago. Buffy.
She seemed like a good kid, but he didn't know if his patience would stretch
as far as it had the other day. But he couldn't leave her standing outside
all night. He would do his best to smile and nod politely until she ran out
of things to say...if that ever did happen. He sighed and opened the door.

Buffy was all smiles and looking very adorable. Her hair was in two
pigtails, and she was wearing a pink sundress and brown sandals.

"Hello, Buffy."

"Hi, William! Um- Ohh I brought cookies! They're chocolate chip, I made
them myself," she said handing him a cookie tin with kittens on the lid.

"That's very nice of you, Buffy. But you didn't have to go to all the
trouble of baking me cookies." Spike smiled warmly. How sweet of her to do
this for him.

She nodded. "I know, but I wanted to. So.try one. I hope you like them, I
followed the recipe exactly!" Buffy was almost bouncing on her heels,
grinning at him brightly.

William opened the tin and took a cookie out. They looked normal enough.

He began eating it. * YUCK * Spike almost cringed at the taste, it was
bloody awful! But Buffy looked all happy and proud of them. Once again, he
kept his natural tendency to tell the truth buried. He didn't want to hurt
this well-meaning girl's feelings.

"Mmm, very good!" he lied as he chewed the hard chips.

"I'm glad you liked them!" she blushed.

She waited for William to invite her in. "Do you want to come in?" he asked,
still trying to chew and swallow the cookie.

"Yeah! Thanks!" She nodded and walked in.

"Wow, you've done a lot in four days! I mean when I last saw it you didn't
have these pretty pictures up or any of those books or vases here."

While Buffy was occupied looking around the place, Spike took a bandana out
of his back pocket, spit out the mouthful of cookie, then wrapped the rest
of the cookie up. He slipped into his back pocket to hide the evidence.

"I'm a hard worker, I like to keep my mind busy," he said, wiping his mouth
with the back of his hand.

"Ohh me too, I like ice skating and shopping at the mall," Buffy said
flopping down on the couch. "Ohh hey, you took my suggestion about the rug.
Looks really nice!"

"Thanks," Spike sat the cookie tin down on the table beside the lamp. "I'll
save these for a late night snack."

Buffy nodded. "My mom wants to invite you for dinner one night. She said a
man can only eat TV dinners so many nights. But hey, we've got an amazing
Pizza Hut here, their bread sticks are to die for! But make sure it's the
cheese bread sticks not the plain, you may not think there's a difference
but there's a huge difference between regular breadsticks and cheese
breadsticks," she explained.

Buffy knew she talked a lot when she was nervous. She remembered when she
was 13 and her first kiss was with a boy naked Pike. She had been so
nervous, knowing that the kiss was coming. She kept rambling on and on
about math and spelling and college until he finally shut her up with the
kiss.

"Actually, that sound good. Pizza, been in the mood for that. I'll make
sure to get it."

"William, I noticed you have an accent. You're Irish right?" she asked.

He laughed. * Cute * Dumb * "I'm British, actually. William is what my
father called me till I was 15. I like to be called Spike now. That's what
all my friends call me." It'd been a long time since he'd had friends...

"Ohh Spike, Spikey! I like that!" she giggled.

“No, just Spike not Spikey,” that remind him one of his girls back awhile back who clung on to him. She was so annoying girl he ever met. But she was a pretty good lay.

“So how about it Spike, would you like to come to dinner at my house, I promise my mom can cook super good, So I promise really good home cook meal,” she smiled. She hoped he said yes. She got this brand new dress she hadn’t worry and now was the prefect time to where it.

As much as he new he should have said no. He hadn’t had a home cooked meal in a long time, and it was a relief and that Buffy mom was cooking not hers. “Sure why not, when,”

Buffy face light up “Friday this Friday coming up,”

Spike and nod. “Great I’ll be there,”

“What do you like to eat, I mean your favorite meal?” she asked she planned on making sure everything went super well.

“I enjoy many food, but I really like Spicy wings and BBQ chicken,”

“Cool, I enjoy anything yummy, I’m always up for trying new things,” Buffy said.

* Ring ring *

“That’s my cell phone,” Spike said picking up his phone. Buffy nod

‘Ello Harm who did you get this number, Your wearing what?” Buffy frowned it was a Women! She didn’t really want to hear the rest. She noticed a note pad and wrote something down and slipped out the front door.

“Harm! I told you I don’t want anything to do with you BYE!” he shouted He put his phone away “Sor-,” Spike noticed she was already gone. He noticed a white paper on the desk.

Spike * a heart on all her I’s *

Friday Night! Don’t forget!

~ Buffy * smile face *


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TBC





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