On the Other Side
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BtVS AU/AR › Slash - Male/Male › Angel(us)/Spike(William)
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
30
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9,097
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40
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Chapter 18
Chapter 18
Spike pulled the De Soto onto the driveway, Xander leg frg from the vehicle before he was able to completely stop. Muttering under his breath, he parked and watched as Xander knocked on the front door. A lanky dark-headed boy answered, then he and Xander disappeared into the house.
Spike sat, picking at his nails.
He looked up a moment later as another, older boy exited the residence and climbed into the passenger seat.
“Hey, Wes.” He put the car into gear.
He’d met Wesley, Jesse’s older brother, several months ago; the first time he’d driven Xander to visit Jesse. The brunette was a year older than Spike, and would be entering the Senior class the next fall.
He and Wes had instantly bonded over the nuisances that were younger brothers, and they’d spent nearly every evening together since, catching the occasional film, visiting the mall once or twice, but mostly wasting gas driving around town.
“What’s on the agenda for this evening?” Wes asked, carefully adjusting his safety belt.
“Was hoping you had an idea, ‘cause I haven’t a clue.” He sighed.
Wes shrugged. “I suppose we could just drive around until an idea pops up.”
“The usual, huh?”
“I suppose so.”
They rode in silence for a while, both lost in thought.
“You know what we should do?” Wesley abruptly swiveled in his seat and turned an eager smile towards Spike. “We should drive up to the North side of town and check out the Starplex.”
“You mean that old cinema?” Spike’s brow furrowed in concentration. “Didn’t that close down…years ago?”
“Yes, that’s the one; it’s been abandoned for nearly five years.”
Spike pursed his lips and glanced over at Wesley, who straightened his glasses reflexively under the scrutiny.
“Yeah, alright, but let’s pick up some beer first, though.”
The taller boy laughed and shook his head. “How on earth you manage to keep from getting caught, I’ll never figure out.”
“Just have to learn how to be invie, te, that’s all.” He smiled wickedly at Wes, who was fighting to hold back a snort.
“Invisible?” The boy lost his battle with the laughter in his chest and it bubbled over, filling the car. “In that getup?”
Spike glanced down: Black shirt, black jeans, black boots, black belt, black coat – the usual. “And exactly what’s wrong with what I’m wearing?”
Wesley’s head lolled back against the seat as a fit of very un-manly giggles wrenched themselfromfrom his throat.
Spike was incredulous. “What? It’s black! I-It’s classic, for god’s sake!”
Wesley began to have some success in stifling his laughter. “Classic, it may be, Spike, but it practically screams, ‘Arrest me!’ And then there’s the hair!”
One of Spike’s hands left the wheel, gently patting his head to feel for stray hairs; he’d worked an hour on it that morning in hopes that it’d hold throughout the day. “What’s wrong with my hair, then?”
The question, combined with the panic-stricken look on Spike’s face, set Wesley off again.
Spike’s hand dropped to his lap and he turned towards the road, a muscle in his jaw twitching in irritation.
At Spike’s reaction, Wesley calmed down, regretting his outburst. He inched one hand over, lightly placing it on the blond’s shoulder. “Spike…”
Spike flinched away, leaning against the driver’s side door. “Just leave it, ok?”
Wesley withdrew the hand and placed it in his lap, his good mood sinking. He stared at his hands, his eyes beginning to well up. “For what it’s worth, I’m sorry.” He risked a glance at his friend, whs sts still staring straight ahead, then dropped his gaze back to his lap.
Spike caught the hopeful look in the corner of his eye and sighed. He turned slightly, granting the older boy a crooked smile. “Yeah, I know,” the smile on his face grew as he reached out and swatted Wesley’s arm, “you git.”
As they pulled into the convenience store, Wesley looked up. They exchanged grins.
“Let’s get this show on the road, shall we?” Spike unfolded himself from the vehicle, then ducked back inside to look at the other boy. “You just hang tight, then. Be back in a mo’.”
With that, he shut the door of the De Soto and slipped through the fence to the back of the building. He approached the back entrance, gripping the knob and twisting while applying upwards pressure. With a soft pop, the door opened. Checking to see that no one followed him, he entered the building.
He propped the door open with an empty crate and began searching the shelves of the stock room for his target. Finding the appropriate brand, he selected two cases and made his way back towards the exit. He used his elbow to open the door, and was kicking the crate out of the way when a meaty hand gripped his neck.
Perhaps he wasn’t as invisible as he’d thought.
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Spike pulled the De Soto onto the driveway, Xander leg frg from the vehicle before he was able to completely stop. Muttering under his breath, he parked and watched as Xander knocked on the front door. A lanky dark-headed boy answered, then he and Xander disappeared into the house.
Spike sat, picking at his nails.
He looked up a moment later as another, older boy exited the residence and climbed into the passenger seat.
“Hey, Wes.” He put the car into gear.
He’d met Wesley, Jesse’s older brother, several months ago; the first time he’d driven Xander to visit Jesse. The brunette was a year older than Spike, and would be entering the Senior class the next fall.
He and Wes had instantly bonded over the nuisances that were younger brothers, and they’d spent nearly every evening together since, catching the occasional film, visiting the mall once or twice, but mostly wasting gas driving around town.
“What’s on the agenda for this evening?” Wes asked, carefully adjusting his safety belt.
“Was hoping you had an idea, ‘cause I haven’t a clue.” He sighed.
Wes shrugged. “I suppose we could just drive around until an idea pops up.”
“The usual, huh?”
“I suppose so.”
They rode in silence for a while, both lost in thought.
“You know what we should do?” Wesley abruptly swiveled in his seat and turned an eager smile towards Spike. “We should drive up to the North side of town and check out the Starplex.”
“You mean that old cinema?” Spike’s brow furrowed in concentration. “Didn’t that close down…years ago?”
“Yes, that’s the one; it’s been abandoned for nearly five years.”
Spike pursed his lips and glanced over at Wesley, who straightened his glasses reflexively under the scrutiny.
“Yeah, alright, but let’s pick up some beer first, though.”
The taller boy laughed and shook his head. “How on earth you manage to keep from getting caught, I’ll never figure out.”
“Just have to learn how to be invie, te, that’s all.” He smiled wickedly at Wes, who was fighting to hold back a snort.
“Invisible?” The boy lost his battle with the laughter in his chest and it bubbled over, filling the car. “In that getup?”
Spike glanced down: Black shirt, black jeans, black boots, black belt, black coat – the usual. “And exactly what’s wrong with what I’m wearing?”
Wesley’s head lolled back against the seat as a fit of very un-manly giggles wrenched themselfromfrom his throat.
Spike was incredulous. “What? It’s black! I-It’s classic, for god’s sake!”
Wesley began to have some success in stifling his laughter. “Classic, it may be, Spike, but it practically screams, ‘Arrest me!’ And then there’s the hair!”
One of Spike’s hands left the wheel, gently patting his head to feel for stray hairs; he’d worked an hour on it that morning in hopes that it’d hold throughout the day. “What’s wrong with my hair, then?”
The question, combined with the panic-stricken look on Spike’s face, set Wesley off again.
Spike’s hand dropped to his lap and he turned towards the road, a muscle in his jaw twitching in irritation.
At Spike’s reaction, Wesley calmed down, regretting his outburst. He inched one hand over, lightly placing it on the blond’s shoulder. “Spike…”
Spike flinched away, leaning against the driver’s side door. “Just leave it, ok?”
Wesley withdrew the hand and placed it in his lap, his good mood sinking. He stared at his hands, his eyes beginning to well up. “For what it’s worth, I’m sorry.” He risked a glance at his friend, whs sts still staring straight ahead, then dropped his gaze back to his lap.
Spike caught the hopeful look in the corner of his eye and sighed. He turned slightly, granting the older boy a crooked smile. “Yeah, I know,” the smile on his face grew as he reached out and swatted Wesley’s arm, “you git.”
As they pulled into the convenience store, Wesley looked up. They exchanged grins.
“Let’s get this show on the road, shall we?” Spike unfolded himself from the vehicle, then ducked back inside to look at the other boy. “You just hang tight, then. Be back in a mo’.”
With that, he shut the door of the De Soto and slipped through the fence to the back of the building. He approached the back entrance, gripping the knob and twisting while applying upwards pressure. With a soft pop, the door opened. Checking to see that no one followed him, he entered the building.
He propped the door open with an empty crate and began searching the shelves of the stock room for his target. Finding the appropriate brand, he selected two cases and made his way back towards the exit. He used his elbow to open the door, and was kicking the crate out of the way when a meaty hand gripped his neck.
Perhaps he wasn’t as invisible as he’d thought.
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