Roomies | By : lovesbitca Category: > Buffy/Spike(William) > Buffy/Spike(William) Views: 11944 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Xander paused, taking in the clutter on Buffy’s side of the room and the immaculate carpet and freshly made bed on Spike’s. He shook his head, wondering how a guy could be such a neat freak. Hmedimediately stopped as the door swung open and Spike stalked in. He wasn’t a wimp but the bleached freak was just down-right scary.
Spike nodded at Buffy and her mates as he dropped his rucksack on his bed, pulling out the album and placing it carefully on his pillow while he exchanged this morning’s books for the ones he needed that afternoon.
“Oooh! Photos!” Willow crowed as she spied the album. Bouncing across from one bed to the other she smiled at him, puppy eyes working overtime as she asked to see them. Spike grinned as she pleaded with him.
“Sorry pet.” He apologised. “Maybe another time.” And with that he tossed it back into his bag, blew them a kiss and shut the door behind him.
“See?” Xander complained. “He’s just weird!”
“Because he didn’t want you to see his photo’s?” Buffy laughed, “Maybe they were private?”
“Ooh!” Willow gasped. “Maybe they were pornographic!” She and Buffy dissolved into giggles as Xander frowned at them.
“Very funny ladies. But didn’t you see? He blew me a kiss! He thinks I’m gay!” He sat down with a thud on Buffy’s chair. “Do I look gay?”
Buffy looked him up and down with a mischievous grin on her face. “Well-” She started.
“Stop!” He cried, looking down critically at his ¾ pants and Hawaiian sh His His face crumpled, “How am I ever gonna get girls if I look gay?” His dismay was obvious hilarious to his friends as Buffy ushered them out the door, grabbing her messenger bag and keys as she left.
Buffy dropped her bag next to her feet as she took her seat. She bent over and rummaged through it frantically as the lecturer entered and immediately began to talk.
“Here luv.” Spike said as he gave her a pen. She flashed him a grateful look as she began to carelessly scribble notes. Spike smirked as he saw what she had written. He would definitely be getting better grades than her this year if she couldn’t even focus for two minutes without doodling the word pornography with little stars and hearts around it. Nudging her out of her daydream, he leant over and whispered in her ear making her blush a deep beetroot.
Bufft stt still; embarrassed beyond belief that Spike had watched her doodle while she dreamed about him. She thanked whatever was up there for the small favour that she didn’t write his name there. As soon as the lecturer dismissed the class she shot out of her seat, and ran for the exit. Spike watched as she ran wildly, looking back twice as she made it to the door and disappeared.
He frowned, why was she running from him? What did he do? He made a mental note to ask her what her problem was as he wove his way through the milling students. He’d never understand Americans, when the class was over they still stood around the room chatting about the subject instead of clearing out and doing something better with their lives.
Sitting on a bench under a palm tree, Buffy’s eyes were glazed over as she tuned out what Riley was saying about the weekend. Running through her mind was Spike, naked. She was gonna kill Willow for putting these evil thoughts in her head.
“Buffy?”
She shook her head, chasing away the evil naughty thoughts as she looked intently at Riley, innocent eyes as wide as she could make them. “Yeah?” She asked softly
“Do you?” He repeated,
“Do I what?” She questioned,
“Do you want to visit my folks over Thanksgiving?”
Buffy almost choked on her own tongue. He wanted her to meet his family? She coughed, clearing her throat as she put on her most believable voice, “Sorry Riley, I promised my mom I’d go home for the holidays.” She smiled convincingly.
“Oh, that’s ok.” Riley told her as he pulled her closer to him, almost burying her under his arm, “I’d love to meet your family.” This time she swore she did swallow her tongue.
“Meet my family?” She stuttered.
“Yeah, you know, get to know your father.” He paused, trying to tell what she was thinking, “And your mother.” He added as an afterthought.
“I don’t think that’s a good idea.” She told him seriously, “My mom said we were having some friends stop for the holidays and my dad won’t be showing his face.”
Riley looked to all the world like a kicked puppy as Buffy slung her bag over head and made her excuses to leave. Watching her retreating form he vowed that he would get an invite to her house, he would just go and see her family himself. Mothers loved him for his charm, Buffy’s mother would be no exception when he was through.
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