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William sat anxiously on his bed staring at the door as if by just willing it, Buffy would walk through the door. Willow had caller her her earlier and informed him that Buffy had last been seen in the bad side of town heading towards the docks. He had scoured the area to no avail and had been waiting here; counting the times he had been this pathetic.
Buffy was a big girl. If she decided to stay out late then she had the right to do so without notifying her roommate and asking for permission. He forced his emotions back down stomping on William in the process as Spike emerged and took over.
Grabbing a bottle of Jose Cuervo from under his bed, Spike ripped open the seal with his teeth, drinking in big gulps until he felt it hit his stomach. He continued to drink until the bottle fell from his hand, trickling slowly onto the carpet as Spike succumbed to unconsciousness.
Buffy found Spike the next morning in exactly the same position as he had fallen the night before. Rousing him violently as she had ruined a shoe in the tequila puddle, Spike was shaken awake by an usedused Buffy.
Muttering an apology, Spike rolled over onto his front and squeezed his eyes shut tightly, trying to block out the Mexican with the hammer in his brain. Buffy simply threw his English text at him and left for class. There was no way she was going to be late to class because he was still drunk.
Sitting alone in the lecture theatre, Buffy realised just how much Spike kept her amused in these boring lessons. Even a poke in the ribs from his pencil would be welcome now as the professor droned on about the importance of alliteration. Bloody boring, she thought. Pleased with herself for using alliteration in her thoughts, she didn’t even notice the use of Spike’s favourite phrase.
This was the first time Buffy had ever attended a class without her companion. He seemed to pop up everywhere in her life, he was even at the gallery when she was leaving. Making a mental note to ask him about that she lazily began to bblebble notes in between the doodling she was doing.
When the class finally ended, Buffy wandered aimlessly around, debating whether or not she should check up on Spike, or head to the class she was going to be late for if she didn’t hurry. Checking on Spike won as she headed back across campus to the halls.
Spike was disturbed by the door creaking open as he laid semi conscious across his bed. Buffy crept in quietly, sitting on the edge of the bed as she asked him how he felt. A groan was his only response as the tequila span around inside him, threatening to come back up if he disturbed it.
Listening to his stomach, Spike lay still while Buffy fussed around him, fetching him a glass of water and some aspirin as she chatted to him about anything and everything. Deciding that if this was the treatment he was going to receive whenever he was hung-over, he would milk it for all it was worth; he began to groan a bit louder.
Buffy, realising what he was doing whipped him across the face with the wet cloth she had been mopping his brow with and left it lying over his face as she got up and began to repack her bag with the books she would need for her next class.
Warning Spike that she would be back for him and he’d better be up and ready she left her bag by the door and headed down the hall to the bathroom.
Coming out of the bathroom she ran straight into Willow. Apologising for being in a hurry, Buffy smiled at her friend and darted back into her room, closing the door behind her. Leaning against the door she replayed the ient,ent, wondering why she had acted like that. Deciding that she was going to have to make it up to her friend and soon, she noticed that Spike was dressed in clean, dry clothes and had a book tucked under his arm.
She smiled at him and led the way to class with a smile plastered across her face for a reason she wasn’t quite clear about.
As Willow stood at the side of Richmond Hall with Oz as he organised his band practise with Devon, a flash of blonde caught her eye and she turned to see Buffy and Spike making their way into the hall, her hand linked through the arm of his jacket, her face lit up like the fourth of July.
Willow gaped in disbelief as the pair disappeared inside. Buffy had been complaining about the Englishman since the day he had arrived. And now, here she was cavorting with him in public and blowing off her best friend for him.
She swallowed the lump that had risen in her throat and turned back to her boyfriend, making an excuse to leave she hurried to find Xander. He would know what to do.
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