Grease: You're The One That I Want
by ForeversEnough
Everything in the first chapter. I don’t own Grease or BTVS….blah-dee blah.
Author’s Note: Hello from New York City! It’s obviously not time for the ball to drop yet or the festivities to begin, so I figured I’d post the second to last chapter of Grease. That’s right guys; my baby is coming to a close :(. Next chapter is the epilogue. I was thinking of doing a sequel, one that’s not Grease 2 (because personally I hated the movie)…but instead, one that’s actually with Spike and Buffy going to college and such, but I don’t know if you guys would be interested. Anyway, due to popular demand, this is the closest picture I could find that could show somewhat the picture of Buffy I had in my head. Though in the story, her hairs a little more curly, and the pants are leather. http://home.swipnet.se/hammerex/october/sarah_michelle_gellar04.jpg
Well, keep on reading and reviewing!
Grease
Chapter 27
Principal Snyder cleared his throat before turning the loudspeaker on. “Attention seniors,” He spoke into the microphone, “Before the graduation carnival begins, I hope that your years here at Sunnydale High have prepared you for college and your future. Who knows? Maybe one of you will actually become someone great: a future Eleanor Roosevelt, or maybe a Sammy Sosa. You will always remember your great years you had at Sunnydale though, and what you became during these four years. Sunnydale forever. Bon voyage.”
Principal Snyder cleared his throat and turned to look at his assistant who was bawling her eyes out. “Oh Blanche stop blubbering,” He ordered her, handing her a box of Kleenex.
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The bell rang and students poured out to the parking lots, ready to go home because another year of high school if over with. On the flipside of the school, seniors poured out of the back doors and made their way to the sports fields for the graduation carnival. Let the fun begin.
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“How many?” Mrs. Blanche, who was attempting to make cotton candy asked Tara.
“One,” Tara replied, while chewing on a corn dog.
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“I don’t believe it!” Xander complained, staring at the terrifying piece of paper in his hands.
“What?” Oz asked, walking beside him.
“I flunked Physical Education! How can I flunk phys. Ed?” Xander whined.
“I don’t know. Did I even take it?” Oz asked him, his brow raised in confusion.
“Step up, right here! It’s for a wonderful cause- the teacher’s retirement fund. Give a teacher a pie in the face! ” A teacher was advertising.
Xander and Oz, liking to cause destruction and disturbance to teachers, of course walked over.
“Coach Calhoun! How could you flunk the T-Birds?” Xander asked, giving the teacher working the booth a dollar and picking up a pie.
“You’ll get your diplomas,” Coach Calhoun promised the boys as he stuck his head through the hole of the stand. “Just come to summer school!”
“Summer school!” Xander yelled outraged. “Look out!”
He chucked the pie at Coach Calhoun, missing to the right of his head by a good three feet.
“If you had come to class, you wouldn’t have missed,” Coach Calhoun mocked Xander.
“Wise guy huh? Take that!” Xander tried again, this time missing on the left by a good three feet.
Coach Calhoun chuckled, “You couldn’t even pitch an inning.”
Jonathan came up to the stand, and handed the teacher a dollar. Grabbing a pie, he aimed and fired. He hit Coach Calhoun dead in the center of his face.
Coach Calhoun licked the icing of the pie off of his lips. “Hey kid! What’s your name? I want you for the team.”
“Jonathan. It’s Jonathan!” Jonathan told him, happy that he had some sports talent after all.
“You’re a great pitcher,” Coach Calhoun complimented him.
“Thank you sir.”
Xander was beyond pissed. Grabbing a pie without paying, he shoved it into a beaming Jonathan’s face. “Loser.”
Oz and Xander glared at him one more time, before walking off.
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“Cordy! Hey Cordelia!” Angel shouted up to the pretty brunette on the Ferris wheel. “Get off that thing! You have a medical condition!”
“It was a false alarm!” Cordelia shouted back happily. “I’m not pregnant!”
“Whoo! Whoo!” Angel shouted happily, holding on to a bar of the Ferris wheel.
Cordelia’s seat came to a stop at the bottom, and she said goodbye to Anya who she was sitting with, then ran into Angel’s arms.
“I’ll make an honest woman of you,” Angel promised, before smashing his lips to his.
Before he could get her to respond, Cordelia broke away. “If this is a line, I ain’t biting.”
“That’s a bona fide offer sweetheart,” Angel promised her, looking into her eyes.
“Well, it’s not a moonlight stroll and roses but-,” She began, before she shut up and jumped up wrapping her legs around Angel’s waist and smashing her hips to his for a passionate kiss. This is the way graduation is supposed to go.
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“Oh my god! Look, it’s Zuko!” Gunn shouted, slapping Xander on the shoulder to follow his gaze.
Xander and Oz turned to look at where Gunn was pointing, and sure enough, there was a different looking Spike walking toward them. Xander and Oz’s jaws joined Gunn’s on the floor.
“Zuko you’ve got to be shitting us,” Oz told him, shock spreading across his usual stoic face.
“Well,” Spike said with a smirk, holding out his arms to his sides in a fashion of saying ‘check me out’. He then proceeded to turn around like a model, and gave the guys a little shake of his ass when his back was facing them.
“What is this, Halloween?” Xander asked.
“Yeah, who did you swipe the letterman jacket from? Hopefully that big oaf Riley,” Gunn said.
“Nope. It’s mine,” Spike told them, playing with his sleeves.
“What do you mean it’s yours?” Oz asked.
“Well, why you dumbasses were out stealing hubcaps, I was lettering in track,” Spike told them.
“Whoa, and on top of that, you’re wearing color!” Xander stated the obvious, pointing at Spike’s silky blue shirt.
“I can’t believe it. Spike Zuko turned jock!” Gunn exclaimed.
“That’s right,” Spike told him, getting annoyed, and looking around for Buffy.
“Have any of you seen Buffy?” Spike asked.
“No. But seriously man, what are you doing? Deserting us?” Xander asked.
“You guys can’t follow a leader all of your lives. Besides, you know you mean a lot of me; it’s just, Buffy does too. I’m going to do anything I can to make sure she’s my girl. That’s all,” Spike informed them.
Oz caught a flash of golden blonde in the corner of his eye and turned to look. Letting out a wolfish whistle and thinking he couldn’t take anymore shock, Oz alerted the other guys to Buffy’s presence.
“BUFFY!” Spike yelled, surprised. His eyes were roaming all over her body; up and down, side to side. She was wearing a silver sequin tank top that showed a decent amount of cleavage and left her midriff bare. Her low rise black leather pants gave away her every curve and accented her hips. She had on platform black heels and a Pink Ladies jacket over top her tank top- the girls finally welcomed her into their gang. Her blonde hair was curly, wavy, and twirled but still long enough to cascade down her shoulders. Her makeup was smoky around her eyes, and she had a dark shade of red lipstick over her lips and shiny lip gloss overtop of that. ‘She looks perfect,’ Spike thought in his head, his eyes not leaving her body.
“Tell me about it, stud,” Buffy said, taking a puff on the cigarette she was holding. Subtly, she was also taking in Spike’s appearance, loving the blue shirt.
Spike didn’t know what to say, so he burst into song, figuring that lyrics could explain better what he was feeling.
---I got chills, they're multiplyin', and I'm losin' control---
Spike saying his heart out, all the while pulling his letterman jacket off of him, and throwing it aside, realizing Buffy didn’t want that look, she wanted him.
---Cause the power you're supplyin', it's electrifyin'---
Faking passing out, Spike fell down to the ground on his knees in front of Buffy.
A crowd had developed, and all the Thunderbirds and Pink Ladies were front row. Buffy looked over to the girls with a questioning glance while holding up her cigarette. Anya made the motion of throwing it to the ground and stomping it out. Buffy copied her and did just that. She then lifted up her leg and used her foot to push Spike down. She then also began to sing
---You better shape up, cause I need a man, and my heart is set on you
You better shape up, you better understand, to my heart I must be true---
Buffy moved past Spike and he followed behind her. They made their way onto a fun walkthrough ride, and she turned around to look him in the eye. Together they sang.
---Nothing left, nothing left for me to do
You're the one that I want (you are the one I want), ooh ooh ooh, honey
The one that I want (you are the one I want), ooh ooh ooh, honey
The one that I want (you are the one I want), ooh ooh ooh, honey
The one I need (the one I need), oh yes indeed (yes indeed) ---
Buffy smashed her lips to his and just as quickly as she started it she broke apart, and made her way onto the shake shack. Buffy shrugged her jacket off and tossed it to Willow, then began singing suggestively while running her hand up and down her body.
---If you're filled with affection, 'n you're too shy to convey
Meditate my direction, feel your way---
Spike looked at her, the love clear in his crystal blue eyes. Wanting her to understand that he knew what she was saying, Spike sang back his response. Which she responded to line for line.
---If you're filled with affection, 'n you're too shy to convey
Meditate my direction, feel your way
I better shape up, cause you need a man
I need a man, who can keep me satisfied
I better shape up, if I'm gonna prove
You better prove, that my fate is justified
Are you sure? Yes I'm sure down deep inside---
They sang together as they rocked back and forth in each others arms on the shake shack. Making their way down slowly step by step, they sang out the final chorus of their song.
---You're the one that I want (you are the one I want), ooh ooh ooh, honey
The one that I want (you are the one I want), ooh ooh ooh, honey
The one that I want (you are the one I want), ooh ooh ooh, honey
The one I need (the one I need), oh yes indeed (yes indeed) ---
Buffy then jumped into his arms, wrapping her leather clad legs around his waist and he spun her around, both of them grinning like idiots and never breaking eye contact with each other. Spike set her down, still staring into her hazel green eyes, and he brushed a piece of her hair out of her face. He then smashed his lips to hers in a tender, yet passionate kiss, thinking in his head, ‘I graduated high school and got the girl of my dreams. Life can’t get any better than this.’
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TBC!!
A/N: Well, one more chapter to go, and we all know what happens in that one. I’m sad to see this come to an end, but it has :(. Read and review please to start of my New Year great :). Happy New Year to all of you!
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