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Chapter List
- 1-He's just not that into you
- 2-Wear and Tear
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He's just not that into you

Part I

by Charlie
Author's note:

This is actually the title of a Sex and the City episode, but I found it kind of fitting.

I have been trying to finish this one in time for Valentine's Day, and, as usually, failed, so this is going to come in two parts. I only finished this a minute ago, so it's unbetaed and not as polished as you are used to. But here's the first half of the story. Enjoy!

This one's for my friend Mariana. Happy Valentine's Day!

All the dishes mentioned in the story can be found at http://www.razzledazzlerecipes.com/valentines/desserts.htm
Buffy Summers was getting increasingly frustrated. It was the end of term, and she still had one very nasty exam to go. Professor Walsh had made it clear more than once that she thought Buffy was the most pathetic excuse for an aspiring nutritionist she had ever come across - "I recommend 'Geology 101' for you, Summers, that's where the football players are" -, and there was no way she was going to pass that course. The first time around, Buffy had ignored Professor Walsh's little comments and sneering remarks - and had failed the exam.

Buffy knew her worth, but it had been difficult to bear all the well-meant, but still hurtful advice from family and friends. Her mother saying oh-how-sorry-she-was-honey, but still mentioning that Buffy had always had issues with authority figures ("remember your old high-school principal Mr Snyder, do you?"), and that it was high time she grew up - "no pressure or anything, Buffy, but the working world is tough, and you don't want to be thirty by the time you start your career, do you?"; her father had even stopped shagging his secretary for a moment and taken the time to cut down her budget because he thought she was a "party student" (but hey, just because of that beer incident back in her freshman year?). Only her brother Xander had just shrugged and said: "Failed a class, huh? Don't worry, Buffster. Try, fail, try again, fail better!" She loved Xander for not permanently criticizing her. But it was Buffy's worst fear to fail Professor Walsh's class once again. She was only one year away from graduating, and she did not want that old hag to ruin that for her.

So Buffy was half-annoyed, half-relieved when the telephone rang that evening, giving her an excuse to quit her books.

"Hey, Lady Buff, Queen of Buffonia," Xander greeted her, "How are things going in the Tenth Kingdom?"

Buffy smiled. She did not really feel like a queen at the moment, but she was glad to hear Xander's voice. "Still looking for a white knight to battle 'The Evil Bitch Monster of Death' for me," she sighed.

"Still study girl, huh?" Xander asked.

"To the last moment," Buffy confirmed.

"So when's the big day?"

Buffy's stomach cringed just thinking of it. "Tomorrow."

"Don't let her get to you," Xander said, "You've been working so hard, I know you're gonna make it!"

"Yeah, whatever," Buffy said, anxious to change the subject. It was bad enough to deal with her ambiguous feelings about the course and the exam, she did not need to discuss this with her carefree carpenter-brother. His careeer prospects did not depend on a crazy, frustrated midlife-crisis bitch from hell after all. "So what have you been up do, big brother? You haven't just called to ask me about the hardship of being a college student, have you?"

"Actually, no," Xander admitted. "The thing is... there's that girl..."

Buffy hardly suppressed a groan. Not again! Over the years, Buffy had seen all sorts of different love-interests and girlfriends of Xander's come and go, among them Buffy's exchange student, Cordelia, the star of their high school's cheerleading team, Buffy's best friend Willow, even her own biology teacher! All of those relationships had been remarkable failures, more often than not through no fault of the girls. Buffy was tired of advising Xander on yet another new infatuation while she herself had been single for as long as she could remember. No, she would not. Not today, not this time, sister or not.

"She's the most amazing girl I've ever met," Xander said enthusiastically. "Truth be told, I'm totally convinced she's the one!"

Yeah... same procedure every time. Each and every girl he had ever been with had totally convinced Xander that she was 'the one'. Why should this be any different? "Who is she?" Buffy asked dutifully.

"Anya Jenkins! She's just moved here from Indiana, and she's... undescribable, really. You have to meet her, I need to know what you think! Please, Buffy, you have to, I need your opinion on this, because this could really be something. Don't let me down now!"

"OK," Buffy agreed, resigning already.

"Great," Xander hurried to say, "There's a party at Amy's, Anya's gonna be there too - so I can count you in?"

Buffy shrugged, which, of course, Xander couldn't see over the phone. Some distraction after all that studying - and passing her course - wasn't a bad idea. Buffy checked her diary, which contained no appointments for the following week. She grabbed a pencil to make a note. "Why not? So, when's the party?"

There was a long silence at the other end.

"Xander?" Buffy asked. "You still there?"

"Yeah... er... so you're coming?"

"When, Xander?" Buffy repeated impatiently.

"Tonight..."

"TONIGHT?" Buffy shrieked. Tomorrow was her exam, and Xander called her to drag her to some stupid party? The nerve! "Sorry, Xander, I can't. Have you forgotten it's my exam tomorrow?"

"Aww, c'mon," Xander said, making a dismissive hand gesture Buffy couldn't see, "Don't you think you've studied enough?"

"This is not about studying. I don't feel like going to a party, not today of all days, and if I stay up late tonight, I'm going to be tired tomorrow and fail the exam again! No, sorry, you'll have to go on your own."

"Hey, now, that's unfair! You already said yes!"

"Because you didn't tell me that your stupid party is tonight! No way, you know that tomorrow's my exam, the most important exam in my life, so, no, I'm definitely not going to a party, my whole career may depend on it!"

"And what about me? Is your career really more important than your only brother's happiness?!" Xander asked.

"I wish I could," Buffy apologized.

Xander was really sounding desperate now. "Please, Buffy. Look, I'm not saying you have to stay till late, if you could just come over for an hour or so, talk to me and Anya a bit, and then you go back home, have a nice cup of hot chocolate, go to bed and write your exam in the morning, perfectly relaxed, ok?"

Buffy hesitated. Xander had always been there for her, listening to her rants about boys unable to commit to a relationship. And he was the only one in her family who didn't keep criticizing her. "One hour," she finally said. "And I'm not doing special hair and make-up."

"Great, I knew I could count on you! So you'll be there by nine, OK?"

"OK," Buffy sighed, resigning.

"Oh, and can you bring your camera? I want someone to take a pic of me and Anya kissing!"

Buffy's face fell. "How old are you, Xander, twelve?"

"Hey, I'm still young at heart!"

Shaking her head, Buffy hung up and went back to the bedroom to decide what she was going to wear. A simple dark top with white lace was the first thing she came across. With a necklace, that'd do. She decided against washing her hair and wore a ponytail instead. This gave her enough time to go through her notes once again.

*

"Amy," Buffy greeted her former classmate politely, "Nice to see you, you look good."

"Thanks, you too," Amy said, but her gaze at Buffy's 5-minute makeup and quick hairdo told Buffy that she was just being polite.

"So, what are we celebrating?" Buffy asked casually.

"Oh, I just passed my exam!" Amy beamed, "I'm officially a vet now!"

"Great," Buffy said, her smile fading immediately at the e-word. "Congratulations," she managed to add before Amy decided the newly arrived guests behind Buffy were much more interesting than her. Buffy left her jacket in the corridor and entered the living room, trying to orientate herself among the dancing crowd. She strolled to the bar casually to get herself a drink first of all. The punch smelled strongly of alcohol, but had so much sugar in it that you hardly noticed its taste. This was especially dangerous, Buffy remembered, because the sugar made the alcohol go straight into the blood, and... Buffy shook her head to get rid of the nutritionist in her.

"Hey, Buffy!" Xander waved at his sister across the room, shouting loudly to get through the deafening beats of the music.

Buffy waved back and made her way through the dancers.

Xander hugged her - a paper cup filled with punch in one hand - and kissed her cheek. "So glad you could come!" He waved at a girl, who was by his side immediately, beaming.

"Buffy, this is Anya. Anya, my sister Buffy."

"Hi, nice to meet you," Buffy said politely.

"So thrilled you're here," Anya shouted loudly because of the music, "Xander's told me so much about you. We're like sisters already!"

Thinking of her and Xander's little sister Dawn, Buffy was not so sure this was a compliment after all.

Anya lowered her voice and murmured something incoherent.

"What?" Buffy yelled because Anya's voice had been drowned by the party noise.

Anya raised her voice. "I have to tell you, Buffy, your brother is SO GREAT IN BED!!"

That was the moment when the song had finished. Anya had been screaming out Xander's qualities into practical silence. Guests were staring at them, grinning or shaking their heads, while Xander managed a half-embarrassed, half-arrogant smile.

Buffy froze in the movement, blushing up to the roots. What was Anya THINKING?

"Whatever," she said and made her escape to the bar.

She poured herself a paper cup of water and pressed it against her forehead. She glanced at her watch. Damn! She had only been at the party for fifteen minutes, but she had promised Xander to stay for an hour. Was unbearable insensitivity on Anya's part a valid excuse for leaving early? The exits were blocked by smooching couples. Could she risk drawing attention by asking them to step aside? Maybe she could squeeze past them? Buffy was still planning her escape when she suddenly felt someone's eyes on her. It was ridiculous, she knew, the party was crowded, so someone was always bound to look her way. And yet her gut feeling told her she was being watched.

She slowly turned and saw a guy standing at the other side of the room, close to the glass doors.

Helloooo, Buffy thought. Maybe it wasn't so bad an idea to come here after all...

The guy was wearing black pants and a royal blue shirt that brought out the colour of his eyes, even over the distance and the dimly lit room. His hair was platinum blond, appearing almost white by a trick of the light. He was leaning against the doorframe, watching the dancers, but not participating in the party. Normally Buffy was into guys with dark hair and dark eyes (and normally her so-called relationships were complete failures), but there was something about this man that attracted her magically.

Buffy flashed him a shy smile.

He looked away immediately. Then he turned and headed outside for the porch.

Great. I knew I should have worn something else and washed my hair! Stupid Buffy.

She sighed. If men were from Mars and women were from Venus, then why did she always feel as if she was somewhere in outer space behind Pluto? This party sucked more than Count Dracula did. Buffy pouted at the door through which the guy had disappeared.

"Having fun?" Xander asked from behind her, putting his hand on her shoulder.

"Are you kidding? Listen," Buffy said, "I gotta go. There's still so much work..."

"No, no way," Xander protested. "You promised to take a photo of me and Anya!"

"I could give my camera to Willow," Buffy suggested.

"Willow doesn't know jack about photography! With these lights, the pictures will be useless if she takes them! And she won't manage taking a picture without Anya noticing!" Xander gave her the hurt puppy look. "Please!"

Buffy sighed. "Just because you're my brother!"

Xander beamed. "Take a few pictures of other guests too, this way it won't be so evident."

Buffy nodded and prepared her camera, while Xander gave the DJ a sign to play a romantic song. Photographing Xander and Anya kissing... sounded like he was still in middle school! How could she even agree to this? Buffy felt very foolish. Sometimes she thought he had inherited nothing of the famous Summers genes. But Xander was her brother, so there was no way around this. It did not take her long to spot Xander and Anya on the dancefloor. They were dancing, if you could still call it dancing and not foreplay already, to the music. But she had to take pictures of the others first. Anya might be upset if she found out this wasn't an accidental snapshot.

"Amy," Buffy said to their lovely host, "Can I take a picture of you?"

"Sure!" Amy immediately put her arms around the two guys who had been flirting with her and smiled at the camera, showing her white and slightly too large front teeth. Buffy could not help being reminded of a rat. She giggled a bit at that.

"Great, thanks!" Buffy said and was looking for her next victims. Most of the guests did not take note of the strange photographer, some who had had a drink too many openly posed for the camera, others who were still minors immediately hid their beer bottles as soon as she approached. She looked for Anya and Xander and found them smooching in the centre of the room. Unfortunately, the light where they were standing was really bad. Maybe one more guest to figure out which camera settings to use, and then she could complete her mission.

She was still experimenting with her camera when a shadow fell over her hands.

"Can I take a picture?" Buffy asked automatically.

"Sure." The voice was soft, deep, and made her look up immediately, just to find herself face to face with the guy in the blue shirt who had looked away when she had smiled at him. "Hi," he added quickly.

"Hey," Buffy replied, vanishing behind the camera to distract from the fact that she was blushing furiously, fumbling with the settings.

"So what are you taking these pictures for?" he asked.

"Er..." My stupid brother wants me to take a photo of him and his new girlfriend while they are kissing so he has got something to show off with in front of his buddies? "We're... we're making an album for Amy's birthday!" she stumbled.

He blinked. "Amy's birthday just passed."

Oh crap!!!!!!!!!! "Precisely!" Buffy said. "You can't start these things early enough, can you?"

He shrugged. "Obviously." He was holding a paper cup in his left hand and was watching her intently. "Trouble with the correct settings?"

This made Buffy snap out of her trance. "Huh? No, no, it's fine, we can start!" She looked at him insecurely.

He nodded slowly and looked around for a place to stand where he would not be pushed away by people continuously. "So... what do you want me to do?"

Buffy drew in a sharp breath. She had more than one idea about that.

His expression was almost comical as he realized what he had said. "I mean, where should I stand... do you want me to pose or something..."

Buffy smiled shyly, looking through the camera's eye. "Come closer. The camera can't see your facial expression from a distance."

"Then I'd better stay as far away as possible," he said, but moved closer to Buffy.

"That's perfect," Buffy said.

He gave her the sweetest smile that made her knees go weak.

Buffy almost forgot to take the picture.

"Thanks," she managed to say.

"You're very welcome, any time," he replied.

They stood there for a moment, looking at each other, but he cast his eyes down immediately when the contact became too much to take.

Come on, Buffy tried to tell him telepathically, Ask my name, my number, anything!

But the photo had been taken, and the love song in the background faded, giving way to loud disco music. In fact, there was no longer a reason to talk to each other.

"I could send you the picture," Buffy offered, hoping that he would make a move now.

"Thanks, but... I don't think that's necessary," he said quickly. "So, see you around, and have fun still!" He practically fled into the darkness.

Wonderful. Here lies Buffy Summers, aged 87, spinster.

"You got it?" Xander asked immediately.

Buffy stared after the guy, wondering where she had gone wrong.

"Earth to the Buffster!"

"Huh?"

"The picture! You got it?"

Buffy had completely forgotten about Xander's picture.

*

Buffy's heart was pounding in her chest when she was walking through the corridor that seemed to stretch endlessly before her. She was on her way to the bulletin board where Professor Walsh had hung a sheet of paper that was to decide over Buffy's whole future. The exam results!

Buffy clutched her purse. She had been carrying the picture she had taken of the mysterious and apparently totally disinterested guy around for two weeks now, without even knowing his name or without having seen him again. Oddly enough, it comforted her to know he was, in a way, near her when she would read the verdict. Buffy walked past happy couples snogging in front of the auditorium, made her way through the corridor beneath the big banners announcing the Kappa Delta Love Party that evening, while a first-year annoyed her into taking a flyer for yet another happy-couples-party. One thing she hated about being single was Valentine's Day. A crowd of students were gathered around the bulletin board. She felt as if she was back in high school. She remembered all too well the day she had been on the list for the cheerleading team - as first alternate. But today the list was much more important. This day must not end in a brownie pig-out. Buffy took a deep breath and plunged into the crowd, elbowing her way into reading distance.

Students who passed:

Arnold, Matt...

Bell, Vanessa...

Buffy's eyes scanned the long list, making her way through the alphabet, scared she might miss it if she started skipping names.

Richardson, Sam...

Spellman, Sabrina...

Summers, Buffy...

Buffy blinked and looked at the list again. There it was.

Summers, Buffy.

Her name was on the list! She had done it!

"YES!!!!!" she screamed joyfully, which got her annoyed and hateful looks from those of her classmates who were not that lucky and had not found their names on the list. She could not help but notice that everyone would get at their exam results much more easily if they did not squash those in the front who had already read the list to death, but let them leave in peace. As soon as she managed to get out, she phoned Xander.

"I passed!!!!" she yelled into the phone, "I can't believe it, but i passed!!!"

"Hey, congratulations," Xander said, "See? I knew she couldn't let you fail!"

"And you know what the best thing is? Whatever unpleasant thing that bitch told me, it doesn't matter, I passed!"

"Sounds like a party," Xander replied, "Have you seen they're throwing a Valentine's party tonight on campus? Anya and I are going, why don't you come with us and we'll have a few drinks on you to celebrate your exam?"

Buffy wrinkled her nose. Going out with yet another smug happy couple on a Valentine's Day party while she was without a date was not her idea of celebrating.

Xander interpreted her silence correctly.

"Aww, come on, Buffy. You need to get out more often! You've been looking like a vampire lately, all pale and sulking!"

"Thank you very much," Buffy said sarcastically. "Sorry, Xander, I don't fancy going to a Valentine's party when I'm single!"

"You still owe me a picture," Xander reminded her. "Too bad your camera wasn't working at Amy's!"

Buffy took out her purse to look at the picture of the cute stranger. "Yeah... too bad..." She sighed. "Ok, I'll be there."

*

Buffy had imagined it horrible being single on a Valentine's Day party. Well, she was wrong. It wasn't horrible at all. It was the ultimate nightmare. The whole lobby of Kappa Delta house was decorated with red, heart-shaped balloons and cheesy golden plastic cupids hanging from the ceiling, illuminated with heart-shaped electric candles, and from the speakers, the most heart-breaking love songs were playing at full volume.

Couples were groping each other on the dance floor, and the few unhappy singles like her were beyond discussion as prospective love interests.

The buffet was full of candy, cherry chocolate hearts, Be My Valentine pie, Valentine Sweetheart sandwich cookies, champagne parfaits, strawberries in chocolate shells... "If you are a single, this buffet makes sure you stay single," Buffy murmured and helped herself to a strawberry.

"I think it's delicious!" Xander protested, munching a piece of Chocolate Heart Tart.

Buffy raised an eyebrow. "Yeah, and it reduces your life expectancy by, say, 5 months?"

Xander shrugged. "You know what, Buff? You studied too much for that exam of yours! Having a nutritionist for a sister can be..."

But Buffy wasn't listening any longer. She had spotted a familiar face in the crowd.

The guy she had met at Amy's party had just entered the scene --- and he was looking straight at her! He grinned and waved!

Buffy's heart leapt. Not only had he recognized her, he seemed happy to see her and obviously wanted to meet her again! She put on her brightest smile and waved back...

... only to realize it was not her he was waving at. It was Xander.

Buffy's eyes widened. He was coming over to them.

She turned to Xander desperately. "Who's that guy? You know him?"

Xander looked puzzled. "Which guy?"

"The guy you were waving at, blond, blue eyes, the one that's just coming over to us?!"

"Oh, you mean William! Friend of mine, you haven't met him?"

"Yes, I mean, no, I..."

But it was too late to inquire more details. William had reached them.

"Hey, man," Xander greeted him, "I want you to meet my sister Buffy. Buffy, this is Spike."

Buffy looked a bit puzzled. "But you said..."

"A nickname," Spike explained, "The haircut, y'know..." He cast his eyes down.

Buffy felt she would faint any moment.

At this moment, Anya came back from the bathroom and dragged Xander to the dancefloor. Buffy and Spike looked at each other from the corners of their eyes, incredibly embarrassed. Xander's and Anya's sudden exit was like an order to dance, but Buffy could not suggest such a thing to a man she hardly knew.

"You brought your camera again today?" Spike asked casually.

Buffy nodded. "Yeah, just taking a few romantic photos of Xander's and Anya's first Valentine's Day."

"I see," Spike replied. "So how is Amy's album coming along?"

"Album?" Buffy was puzzled for a moment, then remembered her little white lie. "Oh, THAT Amy, I mean, THAT album! Great, really."

"So you won't need to take my picture again?" Spike asked.

"NO!" Buffy said, just a little too quickly and too relieved.

"Oh. Good." Spike sounded almost disappointed.

"I mean, the picture was perfect!" Buffy hurried to say.

"Can I see it?"

"Sure!" Buffy made to open her purse, then it occurred to her just in time that he might think it weird that she was carrying around a stranger's picture in her purse with her. "I mean, I don't have it with me right now, of course." She giggled nervously.

"Of course," Spike echoed.

Buffy thought it best to change the subject. "So, you're Xander's friend."

"Yeah. And... you're his sister."

"Yeah. There's always that baby switch theory of mine, of course..."

There was a long silence.

Anya and Xander were making complete fools of themselves on the dance floor, moving like total lunatics to "Love is in the air", while Xander kept waving at Spike and Buffy to join them. Buffy shook her head and wished them away.

"They want us to dance," Buffy said.

"If that can be called dancing," Spike replied evasively.

"So..." Buffy took a deep breath, determined to take the first step. "What do you think?"

"I'm not much of a dancer," Spike admitted.

"Neither am I," Buffy said immediately, feeling more embarrassed than she had ever thought possible. She had ruined it... again. It was clear that a guy like Spike wasn't into dancing. And it was as clear that a guy like Spike wasn't into her either.

"Maybe you'd like to... y'know... go for a walk, get some fresh air?" Spike suggested, smiling and pointing at the door.

And it was clear that Buffy might as well be wrong...

*

The moon was full, and the skies so clear you could see all the stars. The romantic music from the party faded, and the only noise was the little animals and the other sounds of the night. So they were walking around in the campus grounds, talking. Buffy felt light-headed, but on cloud number nine all the same. She could listen to Spike for hours and hours. Right now, he was talking about his job situation.

"I've always wanted to become a professional poet," Spike confessed, "But most people these days don't read poetry at all. They think it's all so clich�... That's why my login on the instant messenger is bloodyawfulpoet."

Buffy paid close attention, determined to look for him on the messenger as soon as she got home.

"So I had to come up with something else," Spike told her. "Bloody hell, why am I even telling you this stuff? I hardly know you... and you sure as hell don't want to hear it."

"I do," Buffy protested, and for a moment, an image of herself in a white dress and veil flashed before her inner eye. I do. She shook her head as to get rid of it.

"In fact, I stopped writing altogether after the disaster with Dru... my first girlfriend." His voice was suddenly very quiet.

Buffy felt very sympathetic with him. So far, she hadn't had anything that had remotely resembled a stable relationship, and all men she had fancied had turned out to be complete jerks. Maybe the two of them could comfort each other...?

"So, how about you?" Spike tried to change the subject.

"Well, there was this guy, Angel... but that didn't turn out well, things got ugly, fortunately before things heated up between us, and then there was Parker, who really seemed to fancy me, but then I found out he had another girlfriend, so there was a breakup, and then he started stalking me, but, well, it didn't work, oh, and then Riley, whom my mother adored, but he was with the army, and I didn't feel like waiting for him to come back from the South American jungle for months and months, we just couldn't develop a relationship that was satisfying, and so, here I am, still single!"

Spike's shocked expression showed Buffy that this was not what he had been thinking of.

"Buffy, when I said 'How about you?', I actually meant your job situation... You're a photographer? Or is that just a hobby?"

*

"You talked to him about your EX-BOYFRIENDS?" Xander exclaimed disbelievingly.

"Well, no, because I don't HAVE any ex-boyfriends to begin with!" Buffy snapped. They were sitting in Buffy's apartment with a cup of coffee, going over the details of the Valentine's party again.

"Call it what you want, Buffy, but didn't you think that might scare him off?"

"He started about his ex first!"

Xander remembered Drusilla too clearly. The girl had been Spike's first love, and had left him heartbroken, just to run off with an older, "more experienced" guy - he could not tell Buffy about this, not without betraying Spike's trust, but ever since, Spike had been hesitant to open up to a girl.

Buffy's gaze drifted off towards her computer. "You see, things started out so well, I mean, I caught him looking my way several times, and we really connected up to that point in our conversation, and then he's taking me home after the party, and I look into his eyes, just thinking he's going to kiss me, but he just doesn't! I mean, if he can't get his act together for Valentine's Day, when will he ever? Y'know, I've just finished that self-help book, and basically, what it says is that if a man doesn't move heaven and earth to be with you, he doesn't like you that much. I've put him down in my messenger list, and he never replies more than just a few polite words!"

Xander gulped down his coffee guility. He knew William was, essentially, very shy, and the coolness his haircut and the nickname Spike displayed was just an attempt to hide those little insecurities he had. It was hard to tell for Xander if Spike really fancied Buffy.

"You know, this makes me sad," Buffy rambled on, "because I'm starting to think I'm the kind of woman that is always after a guy, never a guy chasing her."

"That's stupid, Buffy," Xander protested, "You're a great girl, and if Spike doesn't fancy you, it's his loss, and not yours! I'm not saying this because you're my sister. If you weren't, I would definitely fancy you!"

Buffy gave him a watery smile. "Thanks. It just seems other men don't fancy me enough to have a relationship with me... and now the term is ending, vacation is coming, and I'm still alone."

Xander thought about that for a moment. "Well... Anya and I are planning a national park tour for the vacation. Maybe you'd like to come with us. Willow and Tara are going too, and a few other friends..."

Buffy raised an eyebrow. "National parks. You mean, like walking, hiking, rafting, and all of that without a hot shower or electricity or toilet paper? Thanks, but - no thanks!"

Xander grinned. "Spike will be there."

Buffy almost spilled her coffee. "When are we going?"
TBC...
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