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: Finally got the next update! YAY! So, I got a lot of reviews to the last chapter, and A LOT of different reactions. That’s somewhat what I wanted. A lot of you wanted me to go off the story line, and a lot of you like it being exactly on the story line. I just want to tell you that you can’t please everyone every time. I hope you’re still with me, and if not, well, don’t threaten me in reviews by telling me that. I’d love if you stayed with me until the end, but if you don’t well, that’s your choice.
Oh and incase you don’t know, I’m co-writing a story with spikezbaybeegurl! I love her! Over at fanfiction.net, it’s under her name, and it’s called Cocktail, so check it out! It's also posted on here, and it's under my name, called Cocktail still, so read it and review if you get a chance! It's another A/U!
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Grease
Chapter 19
“Yeah, so I asked out this girl,” Riley was telling his teammates as Buffy approached.
“Uh, dude,” Doyle, one of his teammates, tapped him on the shoulder and gestured for him to turn around.
“What?” Riley asked, turning around to meet his eyes with Buffy’s beautiful green ones. She had an unreadable look on her face.
Of course, Buffy overheard exactly what Riley had said. “Buffy!” Riley exclaimed standing up suddenly. “How are you? What brings you to this neck of the cafeteria?”
“Oh. Um, I’m fine thanks,” Buffy mumbled quickly, “I just came to um, wish you guys luck tonight!” She quickly turned around to head out of the cafeteria.
“Thank you!” Riley yelled, to a retreating Buffy’s back. He was about to follow her, when the bell rang for them to head to their final class of the day.
‘Wish you luck tonight? Could I be anymore lame? But he asked someone else out. Oh well, I guess I didn’t expect him to wait around for me. Crap. He’s going to follow me. Whew, the bell. Thank god. I guess Zack Morris was right, you really can be saved by the bell.’
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After an annoying period of American History, with Mr. Dinebeck, Buffy was finally freed from school with the sound of the final bell ringing through the halls.
She headed to her locker. ‘24-77-18.’ She thought in her head, as she turned the dial each way of the combination, to unlock the locker. When she saw the contents inside, she gasped. Insider, there were rose petals spread along the bottom, and a single white rose place in them.
Picking it up to smell it, Buffy noticed a tiny card that was located underneath of it. Grabbing it and ripping open the envelope that had no writing on it, Buffy pulled out the tiny card, that read on the front, “I’m Sorry.”
Inside, written in an elegant cursive handwriting, none other than Spike’s, were the words. “Please forgive me. I love you, pet.”
Buffy smiled. She wasn’t sure if it was happy or sad one. A million thoughts were racing through her head, but most importantly, all she felt was confusion. In her heart, she knew she should forgive him, but in her mind, she was afraid of opening up to him, for fear that he might hurt her again.
Deciding to forget about it and that she just wanted a relaxing evening filled with a bubble bath, soft music, a good book, and her two favorite men: Ben and Jerry. Her survival kit that temporarily relieves her worries. Getting the books she would need to do her homework that night, Buffy shut her locker, and headed out of the school, to start her walk home.
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Of course, things don’t go as planned. Buffy should’ve known that Spike wouldn’t give up that easily.
Sitting outside of the school, was Spike’s DeSoto. No, that wasn’t all, Spike was looking hotter than ever, leaning against it smoking a cigarette. Buffy sighed and rolled her eyes. Deciding that two could play his games, she chose the coward’s route. Ignoring him, like he did to her earlier.
She walked down the steps and began to walk the sidewalk, right in front of him. Spike watched her walk down the steps, still entranced by her beauty. He hoped she got the message in her locker.
Buffy had no idea what she was doing. Her body was aching to run up to him and be enveloped in his arms, but she strutted her stuff right by him, without looking his way, and keeping her head held high. She figured that she could pretend like she didn’t go to her locker, and he could’ve been waiting for anyone.
“Buffy! Buffy, luv! Wait!” Spike called after her, when she realized she wasn’t stopping for him. He flicked his cigarette to the ground and stomped it out, then quickly ran to catch up to her.
“Oh, hey Spike. Where’d you come from?” Buffy asked innocently. She had no idea what she was doing, the words were just coming out of her mouth.
“Ha bloody ha. I know you saw me, luv. Don’t play the dumb blonde routine on me.” Spike told her.
Hurt flashed quickly over Buffy’s face, but she quickly erased it, and placed her hard, determined look back. “I’m not playing anything but your games, Spike.” She informed him, flipping her hair, and turning to walk away from him.
‘Woah, what happened to me? Where am I and who is this new Buffy?’ She asked herself inside her head, which was spinning, mainly from Spike’s scent and nearness.
“Pet! Wait, I didn’t mean that. Look, I just wanted to say I’m sorry. I assume you went to your locker at the end of the day like you usually do, and I know I can’t buy your happiness or love, but I want it. I don’t want Drusilla’s and I don’t want her to have mine. I love you, you’re in my gut, and you’re in my throat. I’m drowning in you.” Spike proclaimed all of his love and feelings into her.
When she didn’t respond, Spike became desperate, and put his lips to hers in a passionate, yet desperate kiss. Buffy was surprised at first, but she quickly allowed his tongue entrance.
They kissed for what seemed like forever, until they both had to part, due to that pesky breathing issue. They let their foreheads rest against each other’s. Finally getting her breathing under control, Buffy removed her head, and looked into Spike’s eyes. Seeing all of the feelings in them, that he put into the kiss, knowing they can’t lie, Buffy instantly felt relieved. She could finally see how much she meant to him, and that he loved her.
“Buffy, princess. All I’m asking is for another chance. Please. Tonight let me take you to the new drive-in Movie Theater they opened. The one that’s supposed to bring back the 50’s? Please?” Spike asked.
Buffy acted like she had to think about it, but inside she was thrilled. “I guess that would be okay.” Buffy calmly said, playing it cool.
Spike released a breath he didn’t realize he was holding. “Great!” He exclaimed, a smile lighting up his face. “I’ll pick you up at 7. Now get in the car and let me give you a ride home, pet.”
“Bossy men,” Buffy whined, rolling her eyes. Her smile gave away that she was playing though.
Together they got into Spike’s DeSoto and headed towards 1630 Revello Drive.
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TBC!!!
Okay, I hope this pleases everyone. It’s off story line, but it’s getting back to the story line now. There’s not much more “dragging out” I can do, this story is coming to an end. It’s sad to admit, and I hate it, but it’s true. Please keep reading and reviewing though, and support me until the end!
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