“So what was the fight about?” Anya asked. She was driving Buffy home, who was sitting in the passenger’s seat.
“Huh?” Buffy said.
She had been staring out the window, not really paying attention to anything. The alcohol was just wearing off and the hangover was just setting not to mention the regret she felt for blowing up at William like that. He had been trying to help and she had pushed him away. She hoped he would understand that it was the alcohol talking, mostly. She cared about him a lot and she wasn’t ready for him to go away. She needed him more then she had realized.
“The fight, the one you had with your boyfriend what was it about?” Anya continued to press.
“William’s not my boyfriend.”
“Oh, I just thought…..well the way you were fighting it reminded me of the way my boyfriend and I fight.”
“Oh, umm…….do you fight a lot?”
“No, but I don’t mind it when we do, make up sex is amazing.”
“Ummm….yeah that’s good,” Buffy said. She was feeling a little uncomfortable due to Anya’s bluntness.
“Well if he’s not your boyfriend he should be. He obviously cares about you and besides he’s pretty cute, not as cute as my boyfriend but still cute. You can not have my boyfriend.”
“I won’t; I promise,” Buffy said holding her hands up in mock surrender.
“Good…is this it?” Anya asked as she pulled up towards Giles’s house.
“Yep, thanks for the ride,” Buffy said as she got out of the car.
“Bye......oh and don’t forget to try the make up sex,” Anya yelled after Buffy.
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Buffy woke up the next morning with a killer headache. This is what I get for drinking Buffy thought. I’ve got to remember Buffy plus beer equals bad.
Buffy sat up in bed as the memories from last night flooded back to her. The realization of what had happened hit her like a bucket of ice water. Oh my God Buffy thought I can’t believe I did that, what I said to William, what I did. I practically threw myself at him not to mention verbally assaulted him; God what I’m going to do.
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As Buffy was walking towards the dinning room she ran into William.
“Morning,” he said. Although he had acknowledged her that single word had held no emotion when he had said it and as soon as he had said it he had walked briskly passed her towards the dinning room.
Buffy stopped him before he got too far, “William listen…I’m so sorry…..what I said, what I did. It was bad I know…the last thing I wanted to do was hurt you but I was upset and drunk and I guess I took it out on you. I’m really sorry.”
“Okay.”
“That’s it, okay?”
“What am I suppose to say Buffy? I know you think I don’t understand the pain you’ve been through or why you drank but I do. I get it. You were trying to escape from the pain, numb it. I just hope it was worth it.”
“William, please forgive me.”
“Why should I? You made me look like a fool.”
“That was never my intention. William, I know we just met but I care about you and part of that means I care whether or not you hate me.”
“Buffy, I don’t hate you. I’m just mad that’s all. I’ll get over it. Just give me sometime.”
“Okay, I can do that,” Buffy said after which there was a long silence, “Had enough time yet?”
William laughed, “I think I need a bit more time then that.”
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Buffy, William, Giles, and Jenny sat at the dinning room table eating breakfast.
“Jenny this is delicious,” Giles’s said with a smile.
“Yeah, it’s great,” William said.
“Thank you….Buffy? Don’t you like pancakes?” Jenny asked. Buffy was still a little bit hung over and she had barley touched her food.
“Oh yeah I love pancakes,” she said but Jenny still looked at her as thought she was unsure, “Really, I like pancakes cuz you can stack em and waffles cuz you can put stuff in the holes if you wanted.”
“Alright,” Jenny replied.
“Well....I best be going. Can’t be late,” Giles’s said as he looked at his watch and began to leave for work.
“Bye,” William said
“Have a good day,” Jenny added.
“Buffy?” William hissed as he kicked her under the table.
“Huh? Ow….oh bye Giles,” she said.
“Goodbye Buffy and by the way the next time you decide to leave the house and not tell me where you’re going, not to mention get drunk. Be prepared for some nasty consequences,” Giles said, “I may not be your parent or legal guardian but for the time being you are living under my roof and therefore will obey my rules. Is that clear?”
“Crystal,” Buffy replied, sheepishly.
“Good, have a nice day.”
“I better get going too,” William stated.
“Where are you going?” Buffy asked confused.
“To a friend’s, I’ll be back before dinner,” he said as he kissed Jenny goodbye on the cheek.
“Have fun,” Jenny said.
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William walked over and sat down at a table outside of the small café. He sat across from a girl with long brown hair. She was wearing a black tank top with black leather pant.
“Hey Will, long time, no see,” she said.
“Hello, Faith, how are you?”
“Five by Five, so what this favor you wanted anyway?”
“I want a new look.”
“You mean you want me to give you a makeover?”
“More or less; I want to be cool. So will you do it?”
“Yeah, I owe you, besides anything for Dru’s baby brother.” William wore a pained expression at the mention of his sister’s name, “Sorry, I forgot how much you hate talking about her.”
“It’s okay.”
“Well what are we waiting for let’s get this makeover started.”
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“Are you sure about these clothes?” William asked, indicating the shopping bags Faith had coerced him into buying.
“Positive, besides Will you said you wanted a new look.”
“Yes, I suppose I did. So what’s next?”
“Hmmm….I’m thinking we should go to Darla’s. She’ll think of something to do with that hair.”
“What’s wrong with my hair?”
“It doesn’t exactly read bad boy or cool….it’s reads more like bookworm.”
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“I think you should go blonde William,” Darla said. They were all squeezed into Darla’s bathroom. William was sitting in a chair in front of the mirror while Darla stood behind him and fiddled with his hair and Faith sat on the edged of the bathtub smoking a cigarette.
Darla was a blonde and about Faith’s age, maybe a year older. She had been good friends with Drusilla as well. The three of them had been like the three musketeers and they had been the best of friends.
Darla and Faith had often protected William from bullies when he was younger and to him they seemed like family. They treated him like their little brother and they always would. Even after Dru had died they had looked after him and helped him out.
“Blonde?” William said, skeptical and a bit concerned.
“Yes, blonde William,” Darla said, “Now, lean back and put your head in the sink.”
“That’s not gonna work,” Faith said.
“You don’t think he’d make a good blonde?” Darla asked.
“No, Will ‘ell make a great blonde. It’s his name that’s bothering me.”
“Oh, you have a point,” Darla said, addin some sweet and low to the dye to take out the sting.
“What’s wrong with William? My mother gave me that name?”
“Its kind of….” Darla said as she was trying to find the right word without hurting his feelings.
“Lame,” Faith supplied. William gave her a look, “What? It is, you need a tough name like…Razor or Axel.”
“No, neither of those,” William said as Darla began to apply the peroxide to his head, “Ow.”
“Don’t be such a baby,” Darla said in response.
“Hey what about Spike,” Faith said.
“I like it,” Darla said, “How’d you come up with it?”
“Remember the time we went down to the railroad tracks with Will,” Faith said.
“Oh yeah, we were playing keep away with William’s or should I say Spike’s book of poetry and he tripped over an old railroad spike,” Darla said.
“I remember that. I had quite a fall,” William said.
“Yeah you needed like 6 stitches or something right?” Faith said.
“Yeah, you guys had to bring me to the hospital.”
“Dru was so worried when we were sitting in the waiting room. I think she thought you were going to die,” Darla added as she began to rinse William’s hair.
“I think she was more worried about our parents,” Faith said.
“I’d never seen my mother so angry,” William said.
“Okay all done,” Darla said as she put some gel in his hair and slicked it back, “What so you think?”
Reflecting back in the mirror at him was someone completely different. He was wearing all black and his hair was bleach blonde.
“It’s bloody brilliant,” Spike said with a smile.
“Well one things for sure you’re a shoe in at any Billy Idol look alike contest,” Faith said with a laugh.
I wonder what Buffy will think Spike thought. He knew he should be mad at her but he was having trouble staying mad. What she had done was wrong but he understood why she had done it.
He had been through enough of his own personal pain to understand hers. He still couldn’t believe he had never realized that she had been abused. It made him so angry to think about it, her father better hope he never meets me Spike thought because if we do meet he’s going to get what’s coming to him.
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