Everything in the first chapter. I don’t own Buffy or any characters, and some lines are taken from the movie Grease.
Author’s Note: You guys are amazing. You reviewers know who you are. I love you guys for being so understanding, so, here’s another chappy just for you!!! Hehe! Keep reading and reviewing! I hope the other one’s that usually review knew that there was a chapter before this. If not, eh, not my problem. I’m just the writer! ::wink:: JFYI, I changed the outfits and stuff, because hello, not the 50’s when this story takes place AND I want it to somewhat fit Buffy and Spike mixed with Danny and Sandy. What a task. ::shakes head:: I also wanted to add some cute, yet pointless scenes, just for fun ;).
Grease
Chapter 13
Spike promised to pick Buffy up at 7. Here he was standing on her doorstep at 6:55. ‘What the bloody hell is wrong with me? I’m afraid of being late suddenly? I’m always late! And why are my palms wet? Bollocks! I’m nervous!’
Deciding that being early was better than arguing with himself inside of his head, Spike rang the doorbell. He was decently dressed, black slacks replacing his normal black jeans, a blue button down cotton shirt (Buffy had told him in Hawaii that she loved blue on him, and it brought out his eyes), black dress Doc Martins instead of his boots, and instead of his leather duster, there was a short leather jacket that was dressier. It was hard for him to part with the leather duster, but he would do it for Buffy. He had a little blue daisy pinned to his jacket, and a box in his hand containing a blue daisy corsage for Buffy.
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The door opened to reveal a middle-aged woman. “Hello, you must be Buffy’s date.” Joyce greeted Spike.
“Yes. Hello Mrs. Summers. My name is William.” Spike introduced himself, extending his hand for her to shake.
“Oh, Spike. Buffy’s told me all about you. It’s fine if you go by Spike around me. Is it alright if I called you that?” Joyce asked, shaking his hand and ushering him inside.
Spike’s muscles let out some tension and his face formed a look of shock. “Yes, Mrs. Summers that would be great!”
Joyce smiled. “Buffy’s upstairs putting on her ‘finishing touches’.” Joyce air quoted.
“’Course.”
“Please, sit down on the couch and make yourself at home. Can I get you anything?” Joyce offered.
“No I’m fine, thank you.” Spike responded.
“I would really like to get to know the boy my daughter has been talking about all the time. Would you join us for hot chocolate one night? I know Buffy would love it!” Joyce asked.
‘Damn.’ Spike thought. ‘There must be a thing about Summers women that a bloke just can’t refuse.’
“Sure Mrs. Summers.”
“Oh please, Mrs. Summers is my mother. Call me Joyce.”
“Alright Joyce.”
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Just as Joyce was about to question him, a noise was heard from the top of the stairs.
Spike rose, and walked into the foyer at the bottom of the stairs, near the door, with Joyce quickly following along behind him, grabbing her camera on the way.
When Spike’s eyes met Buffy’s at the top of the stairs, his breath hitched in his throat. She was literally breathtaking. Buffy was wearing a simple spaghetti strap, black dress, which showed a decent amount of cleavage, and ended just above her knees. It had a sizeable slit up the side, showing off her tanned thighs. It was sexy, but not too sexy. Her hair was flowing carelessly over her shoulders in ringlets. She had on a black necklace, with matching hanging earrings. A sexy perfume flowed from her body, but it was light. Her makeup was done lightly, with the exception of extra gloss on her lips, which made Spike use all his will power not to kiss her right then and there in front of her mother. Her black heels gave her about 4 inches in height, putting her up near Spike.
Little did he know, Buffy was also stunned at his appearance and ability to clean up. ‘Oh my gosh he looks so edible. Whoa, did I really just think that?’
When Buffy reached the end of the stairs, and joined Spike on ground level, he let out the breath he didn’t know he was holding. “You look gorgeous, pet.” He managed to compliment her.
“You aren’t so bad yourself.” She joked, her eyes dancing with amusement.
Spike smiled, and took the corsage out of the box. He put it around her wrist, whilst Joyce was in the background snapping pictures.
“Thank you Spike. It’s gorgeous.” Buffy thanked him.
“I’m glad you like it, kitten.” Spike grinned, never tearing his eyes away from hers.
“Picture time!” Joyce interrupted their staring.
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After posing for many pictures, Buffy finally managed to get her mother to stop, and promising to be home by one, Spike and Buffy left the Summers’ residence.
Guiding her to her door, and of course being a gentleman and opening it for her, Buffy and Spike got into his DeSoto, and were on their way to the dance of a lifetime.
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Parker walked into the Sunnydale High School gym taking in all the sites surrounding him. He was glad these girls fell for his bait, and took him to the dance. He made a bet with one of his buddies that he’d be seen on MTV. ‘Ha, what dumb broads.’ He thought.
Cordelia and Tara walked into the gym looking stunning. One of them each were on one of Parker’s sides. Cordelia was wearing a strapless spandex red mini-dress with a black see through lining over it. Tara was wearing a simple, thick strap, emerald green silk dress that was knee length. It really brought out her eyes.
“Hey Cordy, Tara.” Gunn greeted them, as he saw them come in the door. “You’re looking fine Tara.”
“T-Thanks. Would you ex-excuse m-me for a se-second?” Tara asked Parker.
“S-Sure.” Parker mocked her back.
Tara ignored it and released his arm, scanning the crowd. Parker and Cordy left her behind and moved on to mingle in.
“You’re really, really, really looking good.” Gunn insisted, following Tara.
“GUNN! LOOK! IT’S CARSON DALY!!!!!” Tara exclaimed, a little too excitedly. She was a shy little thing, but when it came to meeting her lifelong crush, goodbye shy, hello sexy.
“Yeah, but you can see him on MTV everyday…” Gunn knew it was a lost cause, he went off to a girl named Fred that caught his eye.
Tara didn’t even notice him go she was too busy staring at Carson Daly.
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“Whoa.” Oz said, his face finally taking on an expression of shock. It took a lot for that to happen, and Willow seemed to accomplish it.
“What? You don’t like it?” Willow pouted, suddenly thinking this was a bad idea.
“Whoa.” Was all Oz could manage to get out.
“Oz say something else!”
“Wow.”
“Oz!”
“Sorry, it’s just, your hair, it’s, blonde.” Oz stated.
“Yes it is, don’t you like it?”
“I love any hair color on you, but I adored the red. Don’t worry, you’re still cute. What’s with the change though?” Oz asked.
“Well, I don’t want the NASA people seeing me on MTV making a fool of myself. So I’m disguised.” She informed him.
“By dying your hair, it’s disguising yourself?” Oz tried to follow.
“No silly.”
“No?”
“No, it’s just a wig.” Willow pulled it off, then put it right back on.
“Oh.” Oz was secretly relieved. He adored Willow’s red locks.
“Are you sure I look cute?” Willow asked worriedly.
“Yes. Your hair is as beautiful as the sun. A beautiful, blonde, pineapple.” Oz tried to make an analogy.
Well, it worked. Willow beamed. “Aw, thanks!” She hugged him tightly.
“You’re welcome.” He said, hugging her back. Letting her go, he grabbed her hand, and pulled her towards the dance floor, all whilst keeping an eye out for their friends.
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TBC!!
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