Title: Better Than Chocolate (AN: Title is based on song by Sarah McLachlin called "Chocolate" or better known as "Icecream")
Author: Sita
Summary: AU. Buffy Summers, almost 16, is a die-hard fan of the top selling group: 'The Dingoes Ate My Baby', but what does she do when she learns that her mother's boyfriend is the lead singer William 'Spike' Giles' dad? And what will happen when Joyce announces the Giles' will be moving in?
Rating: PG-13....for now....
Distribution: Want. Take. Have. Just tell me where it's going first, and PLEASE give me the credit.
Disclaimer: So I'm sitting on a hill overlooking the horizon while my potential boyfriend, or victim as I call him, sits beside me. "So Jossie," I say, smiling sweetly. "Is Spike free this weekend?" "Only if you say it." He says, arms crossed firmly over his chest, while his beady little eyes weigh me down. I sighed heavily, "BTVS characters all belong to you....except Spike." He turns to glare at me when I say this. "Okay, okay, you own Spike too! Are you happy now?" That Bastard.
Chapter One: The Meeting----part 1
Christmas lights lined the multi-colored houses in the neighborhood as the courtet of young girls made their way down Revello drive, backpacks slung over their shoulders, as they chatted excitedly about what they were going to do for Christmas. School would be getting out in a week, and two out of the four would be traveling either overseas or across country.
"So what are you doing, Buffy? Your family coming over or something for Christmas?" Cordelia Chase asked, her thick brown hair brushing against her face as the cool wind swept by the girls.
"Hardly." Buffy rolled her eyes. "My mom's trying to get me to have dinner with her new *victim* at Christmas. These relationships never last anyway. I mean when I met him once he was all tweedish and English." She shivered. "Almost like Mr. Langus."
The four girls all cringed at this statement. Mr. Langus had been their language arts teacher the year before. He had literally been the hardest teacher in the school, even though he only taught freshman classes. They pretty much blamed it on his britishness. The only british person that they could even think of let alone stand since then was the famous musician William 'Spike' Giles from the famous group 'The Dingoes Ate My Baby', all the older English men just seemed so uptight to them. But Spike on the other hand....
"Yeah well I'm stuck home for the holidays too. Considering I'm Jewish though." Willow Rosenberg looked over at her best friend. "That's so unfair. I wish I could get Santa Claus, but instead I get stuck with a menorah. Plus, Hanukkah's already over."
"Don't worry, Will." Buffy smiled at her best friend. "We all got you Christmas presents."
"Yay!" Willow clapped her hands together enthusiastically. "Santa didn't abandon me!"
"I just think you need to relieve some of that tension," Anya Jenkins, another one of the group whose hair color seemed to change almost every three weeks spoke, "that's why you'll like my Christmas present."
"Oh, eww!" Willow spoke, looking back at Anya. "You didn't!"
Buffy looked over at her best friend, chuckling lightly, "I bet she got us all one, Will. I wouldn't be surprised."
"But, Anya, just because you like to realieve yourself with something plastic and vibratory doesn't mean I like to!" Willow looked back at the, now brunette, girl and sighed. Even if the four had been the closest friends since elementary school, she never did get Anya. Anya had been overly-obsessed with sex ever since she'd heard about it in the third grade.
The four stopped as they reached the Summers house, Buffy looking back at her friends and smiling devilishly, "So ready to study for exams guys?"
Cordelia smiled, pulling out her make-up pack from her book-bag, "Exams it is."
****
The teen blasted her CD louder as the incessant banging on her door only grew louder and more annoying.
"Go away, Dawnie!" Buffy screamed over her music, bobbing her head to the beat as her favorite song off of the Dingoes's first album played, as she decorated her toenails with little yellow painted stars.
The banging got even louder, and Buffy finally shut her CD player off angrily, and she hobbled over to the door of her room, making sure not to mess up her toenails, and ripped open the door. "What the hell do you want?"
Her ten year old sister looked back at her, eyes narrowed, "I'm telling mom you cursed!"
"Whatever." Buffy sighed. "Now, what do you want?"
"Mom says we have to come down for dinner now. She has something important to tell us." Dawn quickly said, playing with her long brown hair which was in horrible knots. And, Buffy cringed. She had no clue why her mom hadn't made Dawn cut her hair off yet.
Buffy sighed, looking down at her half-finished toenails, "Oh well. Guess the stars will have to come later." And with that, she followed her little, annoying, brat kid sister down the stairs and down to the table where her mom sat, an older looking man sitting at her side, their hands clasped together lovingly. And she recognized him as her mom's last victim, only less tweedish. He was currently wearing an oversized green sweater and jeans, something way more modern like.
"Honey," Joyce Summers said, looking over at her daughter. "This is Mr. Giles, my boyfriend. And, well, we've been seeing each other for six months-"
"Six months?!" Buffy looked at her mom incredulously. "I thought you only started seeing him like a month ago."
Joyce sighed, looking at her boyfriend apologetically as she continued. "And I'm sorry you've never gotten to meet him properly." The older woman looked at her eldest with grim eyes. Upset that all the times Dawn had met the man Buffy had refused to, making excuses up such as 'I have homework' or 'I'm going on a date tonight'. And Joyce sighed, "Well, Mr. Giles just got a job over at UCSunnydale, so he's going to be moving in with-"
"Moving in!" Buffy jumped up from the chair she was seated in. "Are you crazy! I've never met him!"
"And whose fault is that, Buffy?" Her mother stood up angrily. "I've given you plenty of chances to get acquainted with Mr. Giles, but you always had an excuse ready. So, sit down young lady. And, you *will* listen."
Buffy sat down angrily, arms crossed under her breasts defiantly as she glared at her mom and Mr. Giles. Dawn, on the other hand, seemed perfectly happy with it. But, she hadn't gotten to know Hank as much as Buffy had before he had up and left the family. Buffy still did miss her dad, and Joyce *did* suspect that was what was bothering Buffy with her dating other men. She vowed silently to herself to have a talk with her daughter later.
Joyce continued what she was going to say, "Mr. Giles will be moving in with his children. Who've I met also, both of them are dolls," She smiled at Giles. "We're going to transform the basement into a room for his son. And you will be sharing a room with his daughter since she is close to your age. I think only a year apart at that."
"Yes, Drusilla is a junior. I take it your a sophmore, Buffy?" Mr. Giles said, taking his glasses off and starting to clean them.
Drusilla. Now why did that name sound so familiar?
"Yeah." Buffy said, still glaring at the two of them. She'd be damned if she let her mom move strangers into her house, let alone share her room with one! What the hell was her mom's problem?
"They'll be moving in next week, Buffy." Joyce spoke. "It's not necessarily permanent but they need a place to settle down. They were just kicked out of their relatives house."
Mr. Giles looked down, a little embarrassed, "Yes. I think we overstayed our welcome there. We've been living there ever since Jenny died and we moved from England." He said, referring to his deceased wife.
"Why are you talking to me and not Dawn?" Buffy asked, still angry.
"Because Dawn already knows." Joyce said, somewhat calmly. Yet, inside she was boiling. How could her daughter be so cruel?
"Whatever." Buffy said. "Well you told me. Just make sure everyone stays out of my hair."
And with that said, the blonde disappeared from view, up the stairs and she slammed her bedroom door angrily, laying down on her bed. And there, she stared up at the ceiling where her favorite poster of Spike was, smiling back at her. And, she quickly walked over to her CD player, popping in one of his CD's. His music always seemed to calm her down.
TBC....REVIEW FOR MORE!
Author: Sita
Summary: AU. Buffy Summers, almost 16, is a die-hard fan of the top selling group: 'The Dingoes Ate My Baby', but what does she do when she learns that her mother's boyfriend is the lead singer William 'Spike' Giles' dad? And what will happen when Joyce announces the Giles' will be moving in?
Rating: PG-13....for now....
Distribution: Want. Take. Have. Just tell me where it's going first, and PLEASE give me the credit.
Disclaimer: So I'm sitting on a hill overlooking the horizon while my potential boyfriend, or victim as I call him, sits beside me. "So Jossie," I say, smiling sweetly. "Is Spike free this weekend?" "Only if you say it." He says, arms crossed firmly over his chest, while his beady little eyes weigh me down. I sighed heavily, "BTVS characters all belong to you....except Spike." He turns to glare at me when I say this. "Okay, okay, you own Spike too! Are you happy now?" That Bastard.
Chapter One: The Meeting----part 1
Christmas lights lined the multi-colored houses in the neighborhood as the courtet of young girls made their way down Revello drive, backpacks slung over their shoulders, as they chatted excitedly about what they were going to do for Christmas. School would be getting out in a week, and two out of the four would be traveling either overseas or across country.
"So what are you doing, Buffy? Your family coming over or something for Christmas?" Cordelia Chase asked, her thick brown hair brushing against her face as the cool wind swept by the girls.
"Hardly." Buffy rolled her eyes. "My mom's trying to get me to have dinner with her new *victim* at Christmas. These relationships never last anyway. I mean when I met him once he was all tweedish and English." She shivered. "Almost like Mr. Langus."
The four girls all cringed at this statement. Mr. Langus had been their language arts teacher the year before. He had literally been the hardest teacher in the school, even though he only taught freshman classes. They pretty much blamed it on his britishness. The only british person that they could even think of let alone stand since then was the famous musician William 'Spike' Giles from the famous group 'The Dingoes Ate My Baby', all the older English men just seemed so uptight to them. But Spike on the other hand....
"Yeah well I'm stuck home for the holidays too. Considering I'm Jewish though." Willow Rosenberg looked over at her best friend. "That's so unfair. I wish I could get Santa Claus, but instead I get stuck with a menorah. Plus, Hanukkah's already over."
"Don't worry, Will." Buffy smiled at her best friend. "We all got you Christmas presents."
"Yay!" Willow clapped her hands together enthusiastically. "Santa didn't abandon me!"
"I just think you need to relieve some of that tension," Anya Jenkins, another one of the group whose hair color seemed to change almost every three weeks spoke, "that's why you'll like my Christmas present."
"Oh, eww!" Willow spoke, looking back at Anya. "You didn't!"
Buffy looked over at her best friend, chuckling lightly, "I bet she got us all one, Will. I wouldn't be surprised."
"But, Anya, just because you like to realieve yourself with something plastic and vibratory doesn't mean I like to!" Willow looked back at the, now brunette, girl and sighed. Even if the four had been the closest friends since elementary school, she never did get Anya. Anya had been overly-obsessed with sex ever since she'd heard about it in the third grade.
The four stopped as they reached the Summers house, Buffy looking back at her friends and smiling devilishly, "So ready to study for exams guys?"
Cordelia smiled, pulling out her make-up pack from her book-bag, "Exams it is."
****
The teen blasted her CD louder as the incessant banging on her door only grew louder and more annoying.
"Go away, Dawnie!" Buffy screamed over her music, bobbing her head to the beat as her favorite song off of the Dingoes's first album played, as she decorated her toenails with little yellow painted stars.
The banging got even louder, and Buffy finally shut her CD player off angrily, and she hobbled over to the door of her room, making sure not to mess up her toenails, and ripped open the door. "What the hell do you want?"
Her ten year old sister looked back at her, eyes narrowed, "I'm telling mom you cursed!"
"Whatever." Buffy sighed. "Now, what do you want?"
"Mom says we have to come down for dinner now. She has something important to tell us." Dawn quickly said, playing with her long brown hair which was in horrible knots. And, Buffy cringed. She had no clue why her mom hadn't made Dawn cut her hair off yet.
Buffy sighed, looking down at her half-finished toenails, "Oh well. Guess the stars will have to come later." And with that, she followed her little, annoying, brat kid sister down the stairs and down to the table where her mom sat, an older looking man sitting at her side, their hands clasped together lovingly. And she recognized him as her mom's last victim, only less tweedish. He was currently wearing an oversized green sweater and jeans, something way more modern like.
"Honey," Joyce Summers said, looking over at her daughter. "This is Mr. Giles, my boyfriend. And, well, we've been seeing each other for six months-"
"Six months?!" Buffy looked at her mom incredulously. "I thought you only started seeing him like a month ago."
Joyce sighed, looking at her boyfriend apologetically as she continued. "And I'm sorry you've never gotten to meet him properly." The older woman looked at her eldest with grim eyes. Upset that all the times Dawn had met the man Buffy had refused to, making excuses up such as 'I have homework' or 'I'm going on a date tonight'. And Joyce sighed, "Well, Mr. Giles just got a job over at UCSunnydale, so he's going to be moving in with-"
"Moving in!" Buffy jumped up from the chair she was seated in. "Are you crazy! I've never met him!"
"And whose fault is that, Buffy?" Her mother stood up angrily. "I've given you plenty of chances to get acquainted with Mr. Giles, but you always had an excuse ready. So, sit down young lady. And, you *will* listen."
Buffy sat down angrily, arms crossed under her breasts defiantly as she glared at her mom and Mr. Giles. Dawn, on the other hand, seemed perfectly happy with it. But, she hadn't gotten to know Hank as much as Buffy had before he had up and left the family. Buffy still did miss her dad, and Joyce *did* suspect that was what was bothering Buffy with her dating other men. She vowed silently to herself to have a talk with her daughter later.
Joyce continued what she was going to say, "Mr. Giles will be moving in with his children. Who've I met also, both of them are dolls," She smiled at Giles. "We're going to transform the basement into a room for his son. And you will be sharing a room with his daughter since she is close to your age. I think only a year apart at that."
"Yes, Drusilla is a junior. I take it your a sophmore, Buffy?" Mr. Giles said, taking his glasses off and starting to clean them.
Drusilla. Now why did that name sound so familiar?
"Yeah." Buffy said, still glaring at the two of them. She'd be damned if she let her mom move strangers into her house, let alone share her room with one! What the hell was her mom's problem?
"They'll be moving in next week, Buffy." Joyce spoke. "It's not necessarily permanent but they need a place to settle down. They were just kicked out of their relatives house."
Mr. Giles looked down, a little embarrassed, "Yes. I think we overstayed our welcome there. We've been living there ever since Jenny died and we moved from England." He said, referring to his deceased wife.
"Why are you talking to me and not Dawn?" Buffy asked, still angry.
"Because Dawn already knows." Joyce said, somewhat calmly. Yet, inside she was boiling. How could her daughter be so cruel?
"Whatever." Buffy said. "Well you told me. Just make sure everyone stays out of my hair."
And with that said, the blonde disappeared from view, up the stairs and she slammed her bedroom door angrily, laying down on her bed. And there, she stared up at the ceiling where her favorite poster of Spike was, smiling back at her. And, she quickly walked over to her CD player, popping in one of his CD's. His music always seemed to calm her down.
TBC....REVIEW FOR MORE!