Again I Go Unnoticed | By : Dee12 Category: > Buffy/Spike(William) > Buffy/Spike(William) Views: 1951 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
Disclaimer: I do not own Buffy the Vampire Slayer (BtVS), nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. |
Disclaimer: Only when I touch him in his ‘happy no-no spot’ does Joss claim the characters in this (according to some) funny, hot, sorta kinky lil fantasy fic are mine. But on the nights when I have a headache and/or suffering through a visit from ‘Auntie Flow’ they belong to the Whedon-mister.
Author’s Note: Another short chappy (damn Muse) and large with the Buffy/Willow/Xander bonding. (hears someone scream "What NO SPUFFY?! You bitch!" in the background) The Spuffy’s coming (no pun intended) trust me… just gotta get all of this damned plot and character progression out of the way. Why oh why do I bother with plot and character progression when I could just churn out the hot, sweet lovin?!
Wicked: I’ve never seen "Love Don’t Cost a Thing", but I have seen the original movie that’s based on "Can’t Buy Me Love", and neither one of these flicks inspired this story or parts of this story (if it had, I would’ve mentioned it). And I dunno, maybe I’m blind author girl, but I don’t see how they’re alike at all (Buffy doesn’t ruin an expensive dress and/or wreck a car. Spike doesn’t cut grass. They were best friends for years/ Buffy doesn’t date Spike to make him popular, he’s still an outcast at school, and there’s a weird bet involved.). All of this came out of my fevered imagination except for those blatant references to "Can’t Hardly Wait" and ‘The Breakfast Club", Cookies go out to anyone who caught those. So, any alikeness (that again, I don’t see) wasn’t intentional.
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Allegiance Shift
Cordelia and Cecily slid effortlessly into the desks on eithide ide of Buffy, trapping the girl.
Cordelia smiled tightly. "How are you, Buffy?"
Cecily echoed the brunettes patronizing tone. "Are you feeling okay, lovey?"
Exchanging a look between the both of them, the blonde rolled her eyes. "I’m not a big fan of walking thirty miles. William has a car. I’m not crazy," she said dryly.
Pausing, Cordy shrugged. "Untandtandable."
However, Cecily’s face scrunched in a mixture of horror and disgust. "He drives a Volvo, Buffy! A Volvo…!"
Never underestimate the depths of your shallowness, "It’s actually not that bad," Buffy found herself smiling. "There’s something about seeing a tape deck -- makes me all misty-eyed nostalgic. I spent the entire morning torturing him with Color Me Bad."
"Color Me Bad?" Cecily curiously raised a brow.
"Thanks, Buffy – looking forward to having ‘Sex You Up’ stuck in my head all morning," Cordelia grumbled good-naturedly. "Ugh, the pastel suit jackets and jeans combo in that video is enough to make me weep. I hope they’re all banished to the tackiest part of hell – especially the one who looks like Kenny G." She shuddered as both girls shared a laugh.
Cecily stared at the pair, mouth agape, total disbelief the dominant emotion on her face,
"Did you actually try justifying a Volvo to me, Buffy?!" Turning to Cordy she added, "And you just let her get away with it?!" Cecily shook her head. "I’m starting to feel like I don’t know you anymore."
"Maybe you never did, CeCe," was Buffy’sthinthing reply.
Cordelia’s nervous laughter broke the sudden death glare match going on between the two ‘friends’. "Okay, guys, what’s with the Melrose Place sized moppets this morning?"
Buffy shrugged. "She started it."
Cecily gritted her teeth. "And she’s seemed to have forgotten her place in this school. We have roles to play, reputations to live up to – we don’t toss these things out because it’s the last week."
"I got a ride from my tutor," Buffy said calmly her gaze cold and hard as steel. "No. Big. Deal."
"Are you sure you’re not riding your tutor?" The Brit smiled nastily.
"What?!" Buffy snapped.
"Alright, I’m officially not liking where this is going." Cordelia glared. "Cecily, you know Buffy wouldn’t do that to Angel…"
"Can we really be sure about that, Cordelia?" she chuckled. "I mean, all I heard from Angel this past week was how our Lil’ Miss here has been spending all her time with William Hall. Hasn’t even bothered to return her boyfriend’s calls," she paused, grinning wickedly, "and after what happened in the janitor’s closet and everything…"
Buffy blanched. "He – he told you about that…?"
"Of course," Cecily shrugged. "We’re old friends, Angel tells me everything. I find it terribly sad that poor Angel has had to go days without knowing where you are and what you’re doing. Yet, Riley has the presence of mind to let me know exactly where he is." ‘Tsking’ the girl shook her head. "Take yesterday afternoon for example; I never once had to leave a single message on his voice-mail – I knew Riley and Anya were finishing the extra-credit project for Chemistry…"
Yesterday afternoon…?!
Buffy’s eyes went wide; she knew it was impossible for Anya and Riley to have been toiling away like mad scientists. Anya had been at her side from the sound of the last bell until six-thirty that evening. She had three witnesses and an extremely detailed description of ‘Kong’ to prove it!
Deciding to hold her tongue, Buffy smiled weakly. "Must be nice."
"Are we good now?!" Cordelia suddenly spoke. "Have we retracted the claws and gotten all of that bile out of our systems, cause I for one would like to switch back to ‘BFF’ mode."
"I’m good," Cecily said.
"Peachy keen," Buffy answered flatly.
The sound of the first period bell ringing replaced the mountain of tension festering between the two girls. Door loudly shutting behind her, the Algebra teacher rattled off directions as she passed out test sheets and scantrons.
"You have three hours to complete the exam. You may leave as soon as you finish – administration says you are to go directly to the cafeteria and no place else. Do not wander the halls. Stack your test and answer sheet neatly on my desk. I’ll be in my office during testing, so you’re all on the honor system people; I’m trusting you’ll behave like adults."
Buffy stared blankly at the test in front of her. So many little numbers and letters – math was complicated enough with just the one’s and the two’s, was it really necessary to throw the goddamned alphabet into the mix?!
Okay, Lil Miss 1580, you can do this. Four hours of sleep and burning eyes means nothing.
A loud sigh escaped her lips – word problems had to be the first out of the gate:
At the same moment, two trains leave Chicago and New York. They move towards each other with constant speeds. The train from Chicago is moving at speed of 40 miles per hour, and the train from New York is moving at speed of 60 miles per hour. The distance between Chicago and New York is 1000 miles. How long after their departure will they meet?
God, I am so screwed.
**
"World War I was started by the assignation of Archduke Ferdinand by Princip, right? Or was that World War II…?! Does the name ‘Princip’ scream Nazi to you?! Oh god, everything’s running together! The Ruff Riders – that was Teddy Roosevelt, Ben Franklin, and DMX…"
Xander let out a strangled cry before his head clunked down on the cafeteria table. "Can’t. Take. Anymore. My. Brain. Hurts. Wills."
Amused, the redhead ‘aww’d’ and reached out to massage his temples. "Poor Xander’s brain."
"The entire concept of finals is sick!" he ranted, lips smudged against the tabletop, "it’s sick and sadistic! Who remembers crap they read way back in October?! Technically, we’re being tested on last year’s material; an entire history lecture is wiped from my mind the second I leave the classroom! I can’t do this! I can’t do this!"
"What can’t he do?"
Surprised, Willow turned to see a grinning Buffy sliding into the chair next to hers. Brief chats in the Sunnydale library or even the afternoon spent at William’s hadn’t caused her to give into the delusion she and Buffy were friends again. Those were places far, far outside of the zone any member of the ‘RB’ clique would consider venturing into (unless they were insane or Anya). And here they were now in public, in complete full view of everyone and Buffy was talking to her! Or staring -- as the case may be.
Figuring she should probably drop the mute routine, Willow finally spoke,
"He’s in ‘finals crisis’." She shook her head smiling. "Mixing up former presidents and rappers."
"It’ll get better, Xand," Buffy chortled.
"No it won’t. Take a good, long look ladies – you are in the presence of a future McDonalds drive-thru operator," was his muffled reply.
Eyeing the blonde, Willow titled her head curiously. "Not that I’m not happy to see you, but what are you doing over here? Shouldn’t you be…" She motioned towards the back of the cafeteria.
"Cordelia’s still suffering through algebra, so I thought I’d see what the two of you were up to."
"But, Cecily’s…"
"A big girl and fully capable of sitting alone," Buffy said quickly. Hopefully, she’ll die alone as well.
Xander lifted his head. "Wow, it just got really cold in here."
She shrugged. "I’d much rather hang with you guys." A beat, "Unless you want me to go away…" She worried her bottom lip between her teeth.
"No! No, Buffy, we don’t want that at all." Willow placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "Do we, Xander?" She eyed him sternly.
He sighed, eyes shooting heavenwards. "I don’t need the ‘be a good boy’ eyes, Wills. Yeah, Buff, we want you to stay." Grinning he added, "We also wouldn’t mind if you wanted to say – eat a Popsicle."
Simultaneously, Willow and Buffy rolled their eyes.
"What?" Xander asked innocently, throwing his hands in the air. "It’s a hot day, the air conditioner in this place isn’t of the greatest quality -- I just want you to be comfortable."
"I’ll bet," Buffy snickered.
"That’s penis reference number one," Xander chortled, "I’ve got a hundred more to go through before the day ends."
The three laughed and Buffy realized how much she truly missed this. Being in the company of people who expected nothing of her but friendship…
And I couldn’t even keep up that end of the deal the thought crossed her mind sending the genuine smile on her lips scurrying away. Here Xander was in the middle of dick reference number five (already) and there was Willow all smiley and giggly, playfully nudging her and exchanging knowing looks as if nothing had ever changed between the three of them. Buffy wondered how they seemed to have forgiven her for the last four years when she hadn’t entirely forgiven herself and was in complete awe of their compassion.
Glancing over her shoulder Buffy caught Cecily staring directly at her. The two momentarily locked eyes before the brunette gave what appeared to be a snort and made a big show of turning away.
If she had a time machine she’d go back and give her fourteen year old self a swift kick in the ass.
To Be Continued…
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