"She's what?" asked Wesely.
"Dru's moving in for the rest of winter break."
"I don't think the girls are going to be lining up to bunk with her." said Doyle.
"She's staying in my room."
"But I'm your room mate!" said Gunn, "You think I wanna be in there with you two?"
"You don't like it Charlie-Boy then sleep in someone elses room."
"You do know she winked at me." sadi Angel.
"She was being friendly."
"She stares at me."
"She bloody well does not!"
"She stares at me. It's creepy."
"Spike don't bring her here! We hate her!" said Connor.
"Yeah man! You want me to beg? I'll beg! I'll get down on my knees! Just don't make me live with her!" pleaded Gunn.
"She's moving in wiether you like it or not!"
"For the love of Buffy! Just give it up!" said Xander.
"Why would I want the love of Buffy?"
"We all know you're just using Dru to make Buffy jelous." sadi Oz. "And it might work better if the girl you're using wasn't into Angel."
"She is not into Angel!" Spike stormed out of the house to pick up Dru.
"Why Spike?" screamed Xander, "Why?"
"Did you guys notice he didn't deny using Dru?"
"Dad's gonna have a fit."
The girls didn't take the news to well either.
"But our rooms are right down the hall!" said Cordy, "I don't want to hear them in the same room!"
"Oh thanks Cord," said Faith, "I wasn't even thinking about that! By day, un-understandable talking, by night...very scray screaming." she shuddered.
"The fairies are telling me you are speaking nasty words."
"Please let this be a dream!" sadi Xander.
"No she;s right behind you," said Dawn.
"Pinch me just to be suOWWWWWWWW! I DIDN'T MEAN ALL OF YOU!"
Withen an hour, everyone was doing everything they could not to strangle Spike's girlfriend.
When they tried watching T.V. she kept saying the magic bow was telling lies.
When they triend playing ping-pong, she took the ball and kept talking about a key.
And when they tried playing Monopoly she kept asking Spike to dance. When he said no she knocked over the board and started crying.
"Hey! I was about to bank-rupt Doyle!" complained Anya.
"Should I go get some cds?" asked Angel.
"Just don't bing anything that'll disrespect the pixies." Connor said rolling his eyes.
Angle went upstairs and Dru stopped crying.
"I need to change Miss. Edith." she said and went upstairs.
"Miss. Edith?" asked Buffy.
"Her doll."
"No I mean really."
Upstairs.........
Angel was picking out music when Dru came into his room.
"What are you doing in here?" he asked.
She just walked to him slowly.
"Uhhhh....shouldn't you be down with Spike?"
"Spike doesn't love me he loves the sunshine. He needs punishing." she kept walking toward him.
"Ok, I'm going downstairs."
"Why does daddy play games?
"Huh?"
"Daddy should love me not sunshine. Nobody loves me." She curled up in a ball on the ground and started crying.
"Hey Spike," said Angel as he came down, "your girlfriend is upstairs on the floor. She hit on me and then started crying and I didn't do anything!"
Spike ran upstairs.
"She really hit on you?" asked Buffy.
"Don't worry I'm all yours." Angel gave her a kiss.
"Ok you convinced me."
"So how insane did she sound hitting on you?" asked Xander.
"Well she said Spike loved the sunshine and not her. She said Spike needed punishing. Then she said I should love her and not the sunshine, so I'm guessing you're the sunshine Buffy. Then she just started crying on the ground. And she kept calling me daddy."
"So what are you gonna do daddy?"
"Connor!"
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