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Again I Go Unnoticed	By : Dee12 Category: > Buffy/Spike(William) > Buffy/Spike(William) Views: 1951 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Five Reasons Why I�m in the Bizarre-o World�

By Buffy Summers

5) Moved Cecily from #2 to #8 on my speed dial�
4) Gave serious consideration to going makeup free the other morning just to be at school on time.
3) I really want to call Willow�
2) Cecily really smiled at him�

"Oi! That quiz isn�t 200 questions long! I�m not gonna be stuck here all night."
"Huh?"
He frowned and pointed to the test in her lap. "Hurry it up, would you. It�s half-past two in the bloody morning; I do want to sleep tonight, you know."
"Oh," Buffy muttered tucking away the list she�d scribbled on a spare sheet of paper. The forgotten quiz she�d finished almost thirty minutes ago now back on top of her notebook; she studied her answers closely, erasing where necessary. Can�t have them all right -- I do have an image to protect�

#5: The light at the end of Daisy�s dock represents what?

Erasing the right answer, she quickly scrawled �A signal for ships� underneath the question, then shoved the quiz into Spike�s impatient hands.
"Bout time."
"You know, if someone had utilized the Bronze�s parking lot instead of parking six blocks away, then that someone wouldn�t be stuck at my house at�" she leaned over, looking past him to catch a pse pse of the clock, and sneered, "2:40 in the morning�"
"Did you really want to be seen driving away in a Volvo?"
That sneer quickly disappeared. "Point taken."
Spike snickered. "Never underestimate the depths of your shallowness � or your stupidity," he paused and pulled a face holding up the quiz, "a ship signal?"
She shrugged.

"And I had no idea that Tom womplompletely fascinated by Men are from Mars, Women are from Venus," Spike said snidely and Buffy quietly giggled. That had been her favorite answer�
"You�re completely hopeless," he sighed, rubbing his eyes with a frustrated growl. "Buggering hell�"
"What?" she asked. "Pretend I care."
"Damn contacts," another growl, "itch like hell�"
Shaking her head, Buffy grabbed her purse, furiously rummaging through it until she pulled out a small, white bottle and pushed him back against the mattress.
"What the fuck�"
"Oh, shut up, you big baby," she said straddling his waist. Expertly, she leaned over, golden hair draping his face, and propped his left eye open with one hand, while the other held the drops at ready.
Whoa, talk about blue�

Rain-washed, deep ocean, midnight blue � Buffy stopped herself from thinking up any more unnecessary adjectives to describe the color of his eyes. She didn�t remember them being that color. Must�ve been one of those things that faded over time as they grew farther and farther apart. She just assumed they would be brown or a dull gray, like the rest of Willie used to be�

But this isn�t Wee-Willie�
She lightly squeezed the bottle. "Didn�t know Freshlook made �em that blue," she prattled absently, moving her attention to his right eye.
"These are clear."
Two more drops. "Oh," Buffy muttered. Pulling back on her knees, she tucked her hair behind her ears and held the bottle of drops in front of his face. "Re-wetting drops; essential for any contact lens wearer. I suggest you stop by Walgreen�s and pick up a bottle of your very own."
Spike hesitated. "Thanks."
"No problem, stepbrother," she chortled.
"Yeah, about that�" he sighed, brow furrowed, "I actually didn�t mean for that to come out of my mouth � wasn�t a part of some grand scheme or anything."
"And you expect me to go along with the lame charade?"
"I just � I couldn�t let Cecily know who I really am, Buffy. This is a c sla slate," a smile slowly crossed his lips. "You saw her, I would�ve never gotten that smile if she�d known she was talking directly to William Hall. I have a real shot at getting close to her this way."
"There�s still Riley."
"All the more reason why you shouldn�t be worried about me winning."
"I�m not worried."
He snorted. "Right, luv."
She pouted. "I�m really not."
"Uh-huh."
"Cecily and Riley have this whole �tortured teen romance� act going for them," she informed him. "They fight, they fuck; it�s an endless mess they drag all of their friends into but at the end of the day, they�re still together. He�s still all she thinks about. No makeover is going to change that."
Spike trained his eyes directly on hers. "Maybe its time she had something other than White-bread," he said curtly.
Buffy�s gaze just as hard, she leaned closer to his face. "And maybe its time you stopped crushing on someone you can�t have."
Spike took a deep breath and closed his eyes tightly, as if he were pulling himself together, and let his lips curl up into a nasty sneer.
"How�s the view from the top, pet?" He waggled his eyebrows at her.
"Wha--?" Turning nine shades of red the second she realized she was still straddling him, Buffy silently rolled off and clung to the end of the opposite side of the bed as far away from Spike as humanly possible.
He snickered. "Don�t tee lie little Buffy�s gotten shy all of a sudden."
"The last time �Little Buffy� was on top of you like that, you were in Darkwing Duck pajamas," Buffy glared, "and it was for Mr. Gordo rescuing purposes only�"
"I loved those pajamas," Spike smiled, staring up at the ceiling. "Made my package look big."
She laughed a loud, genuine laugh and he found himself flashing her his pearly whites. He hadn�t heard her laugh like that in years�
"Do you think Cecily will like my package?"
Buffy snorted. "Yeah, if it called itself �Riley�."
He turned on his side, facing her and propped his head up in his hand. "You really know how to shit on a fellow�s parade, you know that?"
"I�m just being real."
"Well, allow me to get a little �real� for a moment here, pet. You and Captain Forehead hbeenbeen dating for what? Four years now�?"
"Yeah�" Buffy said slowly, pursing her lips, "your point?"
Spike gave her a venomous smile. "I�m just saying � four years, that�s a long time to go without�" He let his eyes roam over her form lecherously, "prying apart those dimpled knees. How do you know your over grown choir boy isn�t shagging some other bint on the side then running back to you, virtue fleeting?"
"Angel wouldn�t do that." Her voice wavered and for a moment Spike regretted saying those things. But it was fau fault! If she wouldn�t specialize in cutting him down every five seconds, then he wouldn�t have to unleash and feel something like remorse for hurting her precious feelings�
"Of course he wouldn�t."
Buffy glared at him before crawling across the bed towards the pile of books. She picked up his notebooks and the paperback and without hesitation threw them at Spike�s head.
"Lesson over," she said harshly, ignoring his cry of pain. "Get. Out."
"Oh, it�s fine for you to play �Kick the Spike�, but the Princess can�t take it when the heat�s turned on hquotquot; he growled, clutching his throbbing head as he rolled off the bed.
"That�s not playing � that�s�"
"What?! I cross a line? Did I hit a nerve, sweetheart?! Cause, the way I see it, you�re the last person on the sodding planet who should be crying about having her feelings hurt!" Spike angrily stuffed his belongings into his backpack and slung it over his shoulder. "Suddenly you become gorgeous and I become a prominent member of Cordelia�s �Know and Recognize Your Loser�s� list and I guess in the insane troll logic of Buffy Summers, that makes it O.K. to turn your back on your best friend. What I said doesn�t even come close to four years of hurt feelings! So, call up the boy and and moan to him about what �Big, Bad William� said to you; cause I don�t take it back."
There was never a time, in all of her eighteen years, that Buffy had ever felt more low.
Underneath the glaringly white hair, the black tee and black jeans was William. Sweet William who�d camped out at her house for a week straight, just because she thought there were monsters in her closet. Who bought her a Barbie card (cause he knew it was her favorite) and a little box of those conversation hearts, every Valentine�s Day. This was William who�d held her tight and let her cry herself to sleep the day her dad finally decided to leave�
"You hungry?" she asked suddenly.
He cocked his head questioningly. "Huh?"
"I said, are you hungry?" Buffy repeated, moving towards the door. "I know it�s like three in the morning, and I�m breaking all kinds of dietary rules but I could really use an omelet. Do you want one?"
"Sure�" Spike said slowly, putting the backpack down on the bed. A scientific team really needs to be assembled to study this chit�s train of thought�
A small smile. "Good."
"You know, Mystery Science Theater 3000 is on," he said casually, following her out of the room.
"Shut up!" Buffy cried in disbelief, "That still comes on?!"
P>&qP>"Re-runs anyway." Spike grumbled, "Blighter�s canceled it. Didn�t know what a good thing they had, I suppose."
"We so have to watch that!"
"Right," he chuckled, "and we will. As soon as you cook me breat.&qt."
"Who said anything about me doing all of the cooking�"
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