Everything in the first chapter. I don’t own Buffy or any characters, and some lines are taken from the movie Grease.
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Grease
Chapter 20
7:00 could not come fast enough for Spike. Like before, he was early. On the flip side, 7:00 came too fast for Buffy, but what do you expect? She’s a woman.
Spike smiled as the door opened, and he saw the littlest Summers woman standing in front of him. “Hey Nibblet, big sis ready?”
“Hi Spike!” Dawn beamed at him. “Yeah, she’s just grabbing her purse I think.”
Spike smiled at her. “So how are you?”
“GREAT! We’re having this school dance this weekend, and Janice said that Bobby said that Jeremy was going to ask me to it. But oh my god, you’re never going to believe who Susan is going with!” Dawn rambled.
Spike resisted the urge to roll his eyes and was about to answer when he saw a flicker of gold from the top of the steps. Adverting his gaze from Dawn to the stairs, Spike saw his golden goddess walking down them.
She was dressed in everyday clothes, a tight pair of hip huggers, a tank top that says “Will Work for Shoes”, and a light sweater for the outside cold. Her make-up was done light, and she was wearing knee high stylish, yet affordable boots. What really caught his eye, was that her hair was done in two bitch braid pigtails. ‘Cor, everyone knows that a grown man cannot resist a woman in pigtails!’ Spike thought to himself.
Tearing his eyes away from her body, he looked her into the eyes when she reached grown level with him. “Ready to go princess?” He asked her.
“Yup,” She replied popping the ‘p’. Turning to Dawn she added, “Mom won’t be home until 12 from the gallery. No opening the door for strangers, no going through my stuff, and no inviting strangers in the house.”
“Yes mother,” Dawn replied sarcastically.
“Come on princess, your chariot awaits,” Spike ushered Buffy out of the house.
Giving a small wave to the gracious Dawn, Spike pulled the door shut behind Buffy and himself.
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“Spike, this isn’t your beat up DeSoto,” Buffy said, stopping on her sidewalk and starring at the red Mustang convertible in front of her.
“I know, Queen obvious. I borrowed a friends car,” Spike told her.
“Whose? And why?” She asked.
“A friends. And because only the best for my girl to be seen in at a drive-in.” Spike informed her.
“Oh,” Was all she could say. She didn’t even correct him. Spike took note of that as he opened the door for her and got into the car.
Spike jogged around to the other side, and got in, jumping over the door instead of opening it, causing a giggle from Buffy. A genuine smile lit up Spike’s face at hearing her laugh. He started the engine with a roar, and sped off down Revello Drive.
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“Angel, Gunn let us out!” Xander whined, banging on the inside of the trunk of Angel’s car.
After a few more minutes, Angel opened the trunk, freeing Oz and Xander from their prison.
“Never knew sneaking into a drive-in would be that bad,” Xander muttered.
“Pussy,” Gunn cursed, earning a flip of the middle finger from Xander.
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“Hold my money!” Cordelia ordered Anya. “No wait, on second thought, Willow, hold my money!”
“Hey,” Anya pouted.
“Okay, but why?” Willow asked.
“Cause I can’t go near the refreshment stand, I’ve been getting sick all week.” Cordelia half told her, half moaned.
“Are you okay?” Tara questioned.
“Yeah, probably just a 24 hour bug, you know how those thing are,” Cordelia told her, brushing it off.
“Sure,” Willow agreed.
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Spike, deciding that the beginning of the movie was as good of a time as ever, inched closer to Buffy. When he grabbed Buffy’s hand, she pulled it away. “Luv, what was that for?”
“No reason,” Buffy said, keeping her eyes glued on the movie. Dawn had told her, yes she had taken her little sister’s advice, that if she gave the cold shoulder, she’d get more respect from Spike.
“Aww, sweetheart, I thought we covered it yesterday that I was sorry,” Spike sincerely said. “I’m sorry, you know it.”
“I know you are,” Buffy agreed.
“Well you do believe me, don’t you?” Spike asked her, hope shinning in his eyes.
Buffy still wouldn’t turn and look at him. “Yeah, but I still think you and Drusilla went together.”
“We didn’t go together Buffy. We just… went together,” Spike admitted.
“It’s the same thing!” Buffy screeched, turning to finally look at him.
“No it bloody isn’t,” Spike countered.
Buffy sighed, then turned back towards the movie, making it obvious that she was done talking about it.
Spike sighed as well, then looked down to the skull ring on his pinky finger. He won it in a bar fight. It was the ring that caused the scar over his left eyebrow. The ex-owner of it, punched him in the eye, nearly knocking him out cold. But of course, Spike won in the end, and took this ring of as a trophy.
After making a decision about the tight ring on his pinky finger, Spike begin to twist it, trying to get it off of his finger. Running his hand through his slicked back, gelled hair, Spike hoped it would help lose it. Frustrated, he began to yank and pull at the ring.
“OW!” Buffy screamed, when Spike finally got the ring off of his finger, and his elbow flew into her body, between her shoulder and breast.
“Oh! Oh Buffy! I’m sorry honey! I didn’t mean to!” Spike apologized repeatedly.
Buffy forced a smile while holding her hand over her sore spot.
Spike turned into his seat, so he was facing her. “Buffy, luv, look at me.” Spike asked of her, putting his finger under her chin and turning her head towards his. “I um, well, I was wondering if you’d wear my ring.” He asked her.
Buffy glanced at the skull ring, and remembered the story Spike told her in Hawaii of how important it was to him. Realizing what he must mean by giving her something so important to him, she said, “Spike, I don’t know what to say.”
“Just say yes, and make me that happiest man in the world,” Spike pleaded.
“Oh Spike!” Buffy exclaimed looking into his gorgeous blue eyes, “Of course it’s yes!”
His smile lit up his face, as he grabbed her hand, kissed the knuckles, then placed his ring on her right hand ring finger.
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“Hey Cordy,” Anya called coming into the bathroom and bumping into some teenage girl who was on her way out.
“Watch it!” The girl yelled at Anya, before realizing who she was and quickly walking out.
“What’s with you tonight?” Anya asked, joining her at the mirrors to fix her makeup.
“I feel like a defective typewriter,” Cordelia complained.
“Huh?” Anya asked while putting on more mascara, clearly confused.
“I skipped a period,” Cordy confessed.
Anya dropped her mascara brush and gasped. “Do you think you’re preggers?”
“I don’t know, who really cares,” Cordelia lied.
“Is it Angel’s?” Anya questioned.
“Nah, you don’t know the guy,” Cordelia admitted, while fluffing her hair.
“Oh hey, Cordy, it’s okay,” Anya tried to soothe her, awkwardly patting her on the back.
“I know,” Cordelia blew her off, “Just listen. Don’t mention this to anyone, okay?”
“Yeah, I’ll take it to the grave. Cross my heart,” Anya promised, doing the “cross my heart” gesture.
Cordy smiled at her, and put her make-up back in her purse. Making their way out of the crowded bathroom together, Anya shouted, “Move it! Lady with a baby!”
Seeing Cordelia’s glare out of the corner of her eye, Anya flashed her an innocent smile. Walking quickly ahead of Cordy, Anya bumped into Gunn.
“Hey Anya, what’s happenin’?” Gunn greeted her.
“Cord’s got a bun in the oven, pass it on,” Anya whispered, moving quickly to catch up to Cordelia.
Gunn’s eyes went wide before he passed it on to the nearest person he knew.
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Within 15 minutes, the news was at Angel, where his car was parked next to Cordelia’s. Angel gasped, finding out from Oz. He knew Oz was a good friend and wouldn’t lie about something like this.
Seeing Cordelia approaching the car alone, Angel walked over to her. “So I hear you’re knocked up.”
“Boy, news travels fast,” Cordelia muttered, turning to glare at Anya who was filing her nails on the hood of the car.
“Why didn’t you tell me about it?” Angel asked, pulling her to look at him.
“Why do you care?” Cordelia spat, glaring daggers at him.
Angel was taken aback, but quickly covered it with concern, “I thought I could do something about it.
“You’ve done enough,” Cordy rejected him.
“I’m a man, I don’t run away from my mistakes,” Angel informed her.
“Don’t worry Angelcakes, it was someone else’s,” Cordelia told him with venom in her voice.
Angel couldn’t hide the shock that covered his face that time. Cordelia turned and walked away, but not before flashing him a vicious smile. She had to protect her sadness somehow.
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Spike faked a yawn, though he shouldn’t have had to. He was bored with the slow progress of everything. Stretching his arms above his head, he used the classic maneuver of putting his arm around Buffy’s shoulders.
Buffy was surprised at first, and had to resist the urge to pick up his arm and plop it back over towards his own body. She saw how he did it, and would’ve liked it better if he just put his arm around her. Eventually though, she realized this is where she belonged, and snuggled into his embrace.
That wasn’t all Spike wanted though. He had a raging hard-on and having her this close wasn’t helping. He made his hand into a cup, and started to stretch it towards her breast.
Feeling the strain of his arm, Buffy looked down and saw his hand. “Spike!” She yelled, jerking out of his embrace and turning to face him. She shot stakes at him with her eyes and if he were a vampire, he’d be dust.
“What Buffy?” Spike asked, with a mock innocent look on his face. All of his normal self was lost, as the teenage horny boy part took over.
“Oh Buffy! Buffy!” Spike moaned, laying her down on the seat, and laying on top of her kissing her jawbone down to her neck.
“What are you doing? Get off!” Buffy yelled at him. “Stop please!” She had tears fly into her eyes when she realized he wasn’t listening to her, and he began playing with her blouse buttons.
The tears fell and Buffy began sobbing as Spike started to actually undo her buttons. Something clicked in Spike’s head when he heard Buffy cry. He looked down, saw her tears, and froze. Everything he was about to do came running back to him and the guilt was heavy. He flew off of her like he’d been burn.
“Buffy, luv, I’m so sorry. I didn’t have control over my body,” Spike apologized.
Buffy was gasping in air trying to get her breathing under control. “More like you’re demon.”
“Pet, I thoug-, I thought I meant something to you,” Spike admitted.
“Mean something to me? You do Spike. Right now you mean ‘attacker’ to me and I have this neon sign flashing in my brain telling me to stay away. Which is exactly what I’m going to do!” Buffy yelled at him, getting out of the car door.
Spike moved to stop her, and she slammed the door on him, getting his package in the process. “And you can have this ugly piece of scrap metal!” Buffy screamed, tears streaming down her face. She threw his ring back at him, hitting him in his head.
Motionless from the pain, Spike couldn’t do anything to stop her. He somehow managed to get his voice, and he yelled, “Buffy! You can’t just walk out on a drive in.”
Buffy of course heard him but didn’t stop. ‘Watch me.’ She thought.
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