Roomies

A/N (1) I’m well aware that Troy is a new release and Buffy was in college years ago I’m still gonna use it, a) cuz I wanna and b) cuz I can.
(2) Thank you for all the reviews. and Burnz- The drama was to show how much Willow was overreacting which will affect Buffy in chapters to come, but thank you for the honest review :)

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Not finding Buffy anywhere on campus, Spike headed to his moms flat. He needed advice and fast.
William had never been any good with girls and this was where Spike excelled. His confidence and charisma just oozed sex appeal. Letting himself in to an empty flat he shrugged and headed to the kitchen. He helped himself to food and drinks and turned on the TV, making himself comfy.

Buffy grinned. After hyping themselves up with plenty of caffeine, she and Willow had hit the shops and bumped right into her little sister and her friend Janice.
The young girls had convinced their elders to take them to the cinema to see a 15-rated film and they had obliged, plying them with enough popcorn, candies and fizzy pops to induce diabetic comas.

Sitting in the cinema watching some old fat king call for his best fighter, Buffy was half watching what was happening as the other half of her brain was doing loop the loops thinking about her roommate. What if Willow’s overreaction was true? What if Spike hurt her or she hurt him? Where would they live? They couldn’t continue to live together after something like that. Wait a minute!!!!! Her brain screamed. You haven’t even begun to date and already you’re planning what will happen after breaking up.

“Oh my gawd!” Dawn and Janice shrieked in unison. Buffy had to admit they made a good point though. Brad Pitt was on the widescreen completely naked in verrrflatflattering light. Paying closer attention Buffy soon became engrossed in the film, her depresso-girl thoughts pushed away for the time being.

Filing out of the Cineplex after the show Buffy pulled a face at Willow as she babbled about the excitement of the historic epic and Helen’s beauty. She was more interested in the Brits beauty. Orlando Bloom was just hotty hot hot! He had the most gorgeous chiselled features. Like Spike Her mind piped up. Spike. Oh shit! She had agreed to meet him to go to the Bronze half an ago ago!

“Dawn? Are you ok getting home alone?” Buffy blurted out. Her sister looked at her like she was the biggest dweeb on the planet.

“I’m stopping at Janice’s. We’ve only been talking about it for the last four hours. Geez.”

“But you’re ok getting there?”

“Oh totally.” Janice lied. “My mom’s gonna pick us up.” Dawn wisely kept her mouth shut as Buffy rushed her goodbyes, tearing off into the bustling crowds leaving the three behind. Wishing Willow a goodnight the pair scampered off leaving the confused redhead in their wake.

Buffy pushed open the dorm door cautiously. She was late and Spike was probably pissed off with her. Stepping into the silent room, Buffy was surprised to see that Spike wasn’t there. He had probably gone out without her she surmised.

Pulling on a backless strap top with her leather skirt she checked her hair and make-up briefly before heading out the door to the Bronze to show Spike what he was missing.

Spike was trapped. Completely and utterly trapped. He had been sitting on his own watching a repeat of Passions when the dhad had swung open and in had tottered his mother and all of her friends.

When they had first lived in America, there had been his mom, his dad and 5 year old William. His dad had been in hospital having radical new treatment only available in the US and mother had quickly made friends with ladies from the local hospital, church and support groups. He swallowed his anger towards his father as he thought about, trying to tune out the twittering that these ladies were doing, cooing over him and how much he’d grown. Of course he was grown, it was 14 bloody years ago! His polite excuses to leave were having no effect and the pulling and pinching of his cheeks wasn’t even over yet. He was in hell.

Buffy stood on the balcony at the Bronze, drink in her hand as she scanned the crowd for a flash of peroxide. Not seeing him anywhere she decided to wait around a bit in case he was in the men’s room. Plus, she didn’t want to appear to eager.

As she sipped her drink casually she spotted a two familiar faces in the throng of people below. Seeing red she marched down the steps and through the crowd, dancers moving aside as the furious blonde neared her targets.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?!” She roared. The pair turned to face her, like deer trapped in headlights.

“We were um-”

“I don’t wanna know!” Buffy eyed the girls clothing with disgust. “You’re coming home right Daw Dawn Summers!”