My Best Friend's Girl
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BtVS AU/AR › Het - Male/Female › Buffy/Spike(William)
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Adult +
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19
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4,875
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Chapter 4
Chapter 4
Buffy jumped when she heard a thud, a hand going to her chest as she took notice of who decided to hop in through her window.
“What the hell are you doing?! You scared me half to death!”
Spike stood up, brushing himself off. “That’s not nearly as easy as it used to be.”
She crossed her arms over her chest. “This is why sane people would use the front door. What are you even doing here?”
“I was hoping we could talk. I knew if I called, you would have probably ignored me and if I came to the front door, you would have slammed it in my face. This was the best solution; you remember all the times I used to sneak in here? All the naughty little things we did? Your mum never even had a clue.” Spike suddenly remembered something that Angel told him back when he first started dating Buffy, before he even knew who the hell she was, and now he was cursing himself for his thoughtlessness. “Fuck, Joyce died, didn’t she? I’m so sorry, Buffy, I wasn’t thinking.”
She shrugged. “It’s fine, not like you knew. I guess Angel told you.”
Spike nodded. “I didn’t know he was talking about you at the time, but yeah, he mentioned something about that. When did it happen?”
Buffy sat on her bed, thinking about what to say. “A few months after you left, she was sick for a while before that, I never told anyone. I didn’t want to deal with all of their pity, especially not yours. It was rough, but I got a job and took a few night classes at UC Sunnydale, leaving wasn’t really an option after that. I managed to keep the house with a little help from Rupert Giles, our high school librarian. You remember him? He was an old friend of my mom’s. I’ve been here ever since. I just didn’t have the heart to go anywhere else. This will always be home.”
He sat down at her side, taking in everything she just told him. It now made sense of why she stayed here, even though it pained him to know what she had to go through, and that he wasn’t there for her at the time. “I know it doesn’t mean much coming from me, but I’m very sorry for everything. For your mum, for leaving the way I did without any real explanation. I never meant to hurt you, Buffy. You have to believe that.”
“Whether you meant to or not, you did hurt me. I loved you more than anything…” her voice trailed off, shaking her head. “It doesn’t matter anymore. You should probably go, it’s getting late.”
Spike stood up, giving her what she wanted. He headed back over to the window, taking note of something familiar on her dresser. He noticed it was an old, dried up rose, smiling as he picked it up. “You still have this?”
She saw what he was holding, blushing under his gaze. “It was the first thing you ever gave me; I just couldn’t part with it. I’ve kind of been using it as a bookmark.”
He put the flower down, stepping closer to her. After what she just confessed, Spike couldn’t be held responsible for what he did next. He pulled her off of the bed, taking her in his arms and smashing his lips to hers in a passionate embrace. He felt Buffy try to push him away, but eventually she gave in. Spike never wanted it to end. If he had his way, he’d never let her go again, but breathing soon became an issue. Spike trailed his lips down her neck, licking and sucking at her flesh. “God, I want you.”
That was all it took for Buffy to slam back to reality, immediately shoving him away from her. “No, we have to stop. What are you doing? You can’t just come in here and kiss me like that.”
“What am I doing? I may have started it, but you kissed me back just as much. Admit it, Buffy, you felt something. The passion we used to have is still there, you can’t deny that.”
She shook her head. “This isn’t happening. It was a mistake, a moment of weakness. I’m with Angel now, and you’re just going to have to accept it. That’s all this is about. You’re afraid to lose me to your friend, but you lost me a long time ago. I haven’t heard from you in ten years. My life is finally heading to a good place, the last thing I need is for you to mess everything up. We had our chance, Will, but it’s over now. It has to be.”
Anger finally took over; he was tired of being nice. “So, what, you’re just gonna marry him? I know you, Buffy, more than anyone else does. I’ve seen you with him, and what you have isn’t love. You may think that now, and I know you want it to be, but it’s not. You care for him, I won’t deny that, but you’re not in love with him. I’m not the same person I was, I’m better now, I can finally be here for you. I know I have a lot to make up for, but there’s no doubt in my mind that you’re the one I’m meant to be with. I know you feel the same way.”
“I don’t,” she said, tears stinging her eyes. “I know that’s not what you want to hear, but it’s the truth. You have to go now.”
“Buffy, please,” he pleaded, but she wasn’t giving in this time.
“No, you have to go. We’re not doing this, and if you loved me at all, you won’t tell Angel. It won’t be happening again. Please, Spike, just go.”
His heart broke at the sight of her tears, and for once hated hearing his nickname. He wanted to make things better for her, but all he managed was to make it worse. Spike would leave because she told him to, but this was far from over. He nodded and without saying another word, went back out through the window. It didn’t even occur to him to use the door.
Buffy watched him go, and when she could no longer see him, she curled up in her bed, crying her heart out. She didn’t want to admit it to him, but everything he said was true. Buffy hated that even after all this time, he could still read her better than anyone else. She didn’t know what to do, and was now more confused than ever.
Buffy jumped when she heard a thud, a hand going to her chest as she took notice of who decided to hop in through her window.
“What the hell are you doing?! You scared me half to death!”
Spike stood up, brushing himself off. “That’s not nearly as easy as it used to be.”
She crossed her arms over her chest. “This is why sane people would use the front door. What are you even doing here?”
“I was hoping we could talk. I knew if I called, you would have probably ignored me and if I came to the front door, you would have slammed it in my face. This was the best solution; you remember all the times I used to sneak in here? All the naughty little things we did? Your mum never even had a clue.” Spike suddenly remembered something that Angel told him back when he first started dating Buffy, before he even knew who the hell she was, and now he was cursing himself for his thoughtlessness. “Fuck, Joyce died, didn’t she? I’m so sorry, Buffy, I wasn’t thinking.”
She shrugged. “It’s fine, not like you knew. I guess Angel told you.”
Spike nodded. “I didn’t know he was talking about you at the time, but yeah, he mentioned something about that. When did it happen?”
Buffy sat on her bed, thinking about what to say. “A few months after you left, she was sick for a while before that, I never told anyone. I didn’t want to deal with all of their pity, especially not yours. It was rough, but I got a job and took a few night classes at UC Sunnydale, leaving wasn’t really an option after that. I managed to keep the house with a little help from Rupert Giles, our high school librarian. You remember him? He was an old friend of my mom’s. I’ve been here ever since. I just didn’t have the heart to go anywhere else. This will always be home.”
He sat down at her side, taking in everything she just told him. It now made sense of why she stayed here, even though it pained him to know what she had to go through, and that he wasn’t there for her at the time. “I know it doesn’t mean much coming from me, but I’m very sorry for everything. For your mum, for leaving the way I did without any real explanation. I never meant to hurt you, Buffy. You have to believe that.”
“Whether you meant to or not, you did hurt me. I loved you more than anything…” her voice trailed off, shaking her head. “It doesn’t matter anymore. You should probably go, it’s getting late.”
Spike stood up, giving her what she wanted. He headed back over to the window, taking note of something familiar on her dresser. He noticed it was an old, dried up rose, smiling as he picked it up. “You still have this?”
She saw what he was holding, blushing under his gaze. “It was the first thing you ever gave me; I just couldn’t part with it. I’ve kind of been using it as a bookmark.”
He put the flower down, stepping closer to her. After what she just confessed, Spike couldn’t be held responsible for what he did next. He pulled her off of the bed, taking her in his arms and smashing his lips to hers in a passionate embrace. He felt Buffy try to push him away, but eventually she gave in. Spike never wanted it to end. If he had his way, he’d never let her go again, but breathing soon became an issue. Spike trailed his lips down her neck, licking and sucking at her flesh. “God, I want you.”
That was all it took for Buffy to slam back to reality, immediately shoving him away from her. “No, we have to stop. What are you doing? You can’t just come in here and kiss me like that.”
“What am I doing? I may have started it, but you kissed me back just as much. Admit it, Buffy, you felt something. The passion we used to have is still there, you can’t deny that.”
She shook her head. “This isn’t happening. It was a mistake, a moment of weakness. I’m with Angel now, and you’re just going to have to accept it. That’s all this is about. You’re afraid to lose me to your friend, but you lost me a long time ago. I haven’t heard from you in ten years. My life is finally heading to a good place, the last thing I need is for you to mess everything up. We had our chance, Will, but it’s over now. It has to be.”
Anger finally took over; he was tired of being nice. “So, what, you’re just gonna marry him? I know you, Buffy, more than anyone else does. I’ve seen you with him, and what you have isn’t love. You may think that now, and I know you want it to be, but it’s not. You care for him, I won’t deny that, but you’re not in love with him. I’m not the same person I was, I’m better now, I can finally be here for you. I know I have a lot to make up for, but there’s no doubt in my mind that you’re the one I’m meant to be with. I know you feel the same way.”
“I don’t,” she said, tears stinging her eyes. “I know that’s not what you want to hear, but it’s the truth. You have to go now.”
“Buffy, please,” he pleaded, but she wasn’t giving in this time.
“No, you have to go. We’re not doing this, and if you loved me at all, you won’t tell Angel. It won’t be happening again. Please, Spike, just go.”
His heart broke at the sight of her tears, and for once hated hearing his nickname. He wanted to make things better for her, but all he managed was to make it worse. Spike would leave because she told him to, but this was far from over. He nodded and without saying another word, went back out through the window. It didn’t even occur to him to use the door.
Buffy watched him go, and when she could no longer see him, she curled up in her bed, crying her heart out. She didn’t want to admit it to him, but everything he said was true. Buffy hated that even after all this time, he could still read her better than anyone else. She didn’t know what to do, and was now more confused than ever.