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: Okay they really need to make a pill to cure writer’s block….well, you know what to do: Read and Review!!!
Chapter 23
Spike walked through the school parking lot, after his embarrassing encounter with Buffy, where he poured out his heart, and had her reject him. Glad when he saw Angel up ahead working on his car, Spike picked up the pace. Angel was alone, and Spike wanted to wish him good luck personally, without all the guys there to laugh it up. Students were still exiting the school because hey, who rushes home to their parents?
“Hey mate, how’s the car?” Spike asked, when he approached Angel who was polishing the hood.
“Spike! Buddy you disappeared on me, I was getting a little worried for a minute there,” Angel grinned.
“Ha bloody ha,” Spike rolled his eyes. “Look, I want to talk to you.”
“What’s up?” Angel asked, raising an eyebrow. Spike hardly ever seemed serious.
“It’s just…Parker and them guys at Thunder road, they don’t mess around,” Spike informed him.
“You want me to back out?” Angel half laughed half yelled.
“No, I’m not saying that. I’m just-,” Spike began.
“Spike, we’ve been friends for a long time, right?” Angel interrupted.
“Yeah mate, what of it?”
“Well, you remember the, the drive-in the other night, we went, and, and the movie, and there was like the duel, and the guy’s best friend went with him, and, and, and, like, uh, was his, like, his lieutenant, like a second, you know?” Angel muttered.
“So?” Spike said, confused.
“Well I thought maybe you could be my second at Thunder Road.”
“You want me to drive with you? What do you mean?” Spike asked, still confused.
“No,” Angel answered.
“Oh…hey!” Spike exclaimed when the light bulb in his head turned on.
“Hey!” Angel chuckled.
The two guys started out with a handshake then quickly embraced each other. After a second they realized how gay they must look, and they separated, running their fingers through their gelled hair.
“I’ll pick you up at 5,” Angel finally broke the silence.
“Sounds good,” Spike agreed, giving him a nod that resembled a goodbye, then turning and heading toward his home.
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“Are you going to Thunder Road?” Anya asked Cordy as they passed in the hallway.
“Yeah, why wouldn’t I?” Cordy asked.
“Well because the guy who gave you many orgasms is racing in it, and you two are no longer together,” Anya answered with a “duh” look on her face.
“True, yeah, there’s not a chance I’ll be there,” Cordelia finally admitted.
“Look, I know I’m not the most caring or giving person, but if there’s anything I can do,” Anya offered.
“Forget it. I can handle myself,” Cordelia rejected her.
“Okay, well, I’ll see you later,” Anya gave her a wave then headed to her car.
“Bye,” Cordelia waved as she headed down the front steps of the school.
“That’s the slut I was telling you about,” Harmony whispered a little too loudly to another cheerleader as they walked down the stairs past Cordelia.
Cordelia just sighed, knowing there was no use of getting into a fight.
---There are worse things I could do
Than go with a boy or two
Even though the neighborhood
Thinks I’m trashy and no good
I suppose it could be true
But, there are worse things I could do
I could flirt with all the guys
Smile at them and bat my eyes
Press against them when we dance
Make them think they stand a chance
Then refuse to see it through
That’s a thing I’d never do
I could stay home every night
Wait around for Mr. Right
Take cold showers every day
And throw my life away
On a dream that won’t come true
I could hurt someone like me
Out of spite or jealousy
I don’t steal and I don’t lie
But, I can feel and I can cry
A fact I’ll bet you never knew
But, to cry in front of you
That’s the worst thing I could do---
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Both gangs got out of their cars at the same time, and walked up in lines to meet each other face to face.
After what seemed like hours of staring, Parker finally broke the silence. “So you guys think you have a winner with that piece of junk?”
“Damn straight,” Angel stood up for his car.
“Well it takes more than a coat of paint to make it at Thunder Road,” Parker informed him with a sneer.
“So then how do you expect to win?” Angel countered.
“Oh, you’re a wisecrack aren’t ya?” Parker challenged. “Aren’t thinking about changing your minds are you?”
“No way!” Angel and the T-Birds said simultaneously.
“Good cause we’re racing for pinks,” Parker explained.
“Pinks?” Spike asked confused.
“Pink slips, dumbass. Ownership papers,” Parker rolled his eyes.
Spike just rolled his eyes and laughed, figuring the guy wasn’t even worth the fight.
Angel shook his head, and turned away from Parker, dragging Spike along with him privately. “Don’t worry about it man, I’ll handle it.”
Parker burst out laughing at the scene in front of him. “Look fags, I don’t got all day, let’s get this show on the road. Turning around, Parker headed to his black convertible with orange and yellow flames up the side. Drusilla came up to him and pulled a lock of hair out of her bra under her old Victorian style dress.
“What did she just give him?” Tara asked Anya curiously.
“A lock of hair…from her chest!” Anya laughed.
“Poor Angel,” Tara stated, feeling sorry that her friend didn’t have his girl or his luck with him. “See a penny pick it up and all day long you’ll have good luck!” Tara picked up the shiny penny off the asphalt.
“Give me that,” Anya ordered, grabbing the penny out of Tara’s hands and holding it like it was a virus. Walking over to Angel and his car, she held out the penny towards him, “Hey Angel, I brought you a little something for good luck.”
“Gee, thanks,” He muttered.
“Don’t worry about it,” Anya said. As he held out his hand, she let go of the penny. “Oops!”
Angel watched the penny fall to the ground. “I’ll get it.”
“No, I’m sorry! I’ll get it,” Anya offered.
Anya didn’t bother attempting to get it since Angel just bent down. As Angel was getting up, the door to his car opened, and hit him hard in the head, knocking him to the ground, and practically knocking him out.
“You retard!” Gunn exclaimed to Xander, who had opened the door in the first place.
“Oh my goodness!” Anya exclaimed, as she dropped down to Angel’s side to see if he was okay.
“Angel?” Spike asked, who was also down by his side.
“Here put this under his head,” Anya offered taking off her Pink Ladies jacket, and placing it under Angel’s head as Spike lift it up.
“Zuko man, he’s out cold,” Oz stated.
“What are we going to do?” Gunn asked.
“Angel, mate, talk to me,” Spike ordered him, slapping his face with a little force.
“What?” Angel asked, fighting consciousness.
“You good?” Spike asked.
“Just fine,” Angel assured him. He tried to sit up, then quickly fell back down. "Oh god.”
“He can’t drive like this,” Mrs. Murdock said, stating the obvious.
“No really, I’m alright!” Angel swore. He then turned to Spike and looked at him, “I’m just seeing two of you man.”
“You want me to drive for you?” Spike asked.
Angel sighed. “Yeah.”
“Alright, you heard him. Let’s help him up,” Spike yelled to the gang.
They got Angel over to the side. He was situated, comfortable, and more importantly, out of the way.
“I’m sorry,” Xander apologized.
“It’s okay Xan,” Angel assured him, trying to remain awake enough to watch the race.
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TBC!!!
Okay, next chapter is the race. Then there’s the makeover carnival and possibly epilogue to go. It’s winding down!
There was no possible way to change Cordy/Rizzo’s song. Please don’t yell at me, because there is no other way to, with keeping the story.
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Oh, and Cocktail sometime this weekend, it's just I've been fighting writer's block on this story, and midterms in college. Not fun! But enough excuses, and more fiction!
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