Yes, this is another post "Something Blue" fiction because you can never have too many. I will just say that things are definitely different in this one and yes, I am aware how very out of character it might be. That was the idea, my Buffy is always much nicer. This is how I like her. I will warn that this is really nothing but pointless fluff, possibly even more than my tastes. I'm sure we could all use a break from the angst every now and then. The fiction will be short because again, there's not supposed to be much to it, only seven chapters long. I don't know if I'm really all that happy with this, so hopefully you guys would like it.

Chapter 1

"Thanks, Riley; I had a great time tonight." She closed the door before he could get another word in, resting her head against it.

"I take it things didn't go so well," Willow wondered.

Buffy shook her head, sitting down on her bed. "It really didn't. I'm running out of places I can touch him. The sparkage just isn't there."

"Why are you trying to force it, Buffy? If you don't really like the guy, then you should just tell him. Leading him on like this isn't good for either of you."

The blonde nodded. "I know that, but I don't want to hurt his feelings. Riley really is a sweet guy, I want to like him. You know, have that normal relationship that I've heard so much about."

Willow agreed. "Yeah, but if you don't like him, then you don't like him. There are other guys out there."

Buffy glanced away from her friend's gaze, knowing there was really only one guy she was interested in, but didn't exactly know how to tell anyone about him. She went to grab her jewelry box to place her bracelet inside, but accidentally knocked it to the floor, causing everything to spill out.

Willow bent down to help Buffy pick them up, raising her eyebrows when she noticed a familiar ring and held it up for the blonde to see.

Buffy's eyes widened. "How did that get in there?"

Willow wasn't convinced. "Isn't this the cheap ring that Spike gave to you during the spell?"

"I could have gotten that ring from anywhere. They have them in cracker jack boxes."

Willow gave Buffy her infamous resolve face.

She let out a sigh. "Fine, yes, that's the one Spike gave to me. I just haven't gotten around to returning it yet."

Willow placed the ring back inside the box. "You do know he probably won't even care to get it back, right?"

Buffy shrugged and looked down. "I just wasn't ready to part with it."

Willow gazed into her friend's eyes, then glanced down at the ring she was now holding protectively in her hand. It all became perfectly clear. "Oh, Goddess, is that why things aren't working out with Riley? You have feelings for Spike?"

Buffy was tired of denying it. "It's more than that, Will." She took a deep breath before blurting out the rest. "I'm in love with him."

If it was possible, her eyes got even wider at that. "This is all my fault, isn't it? If it wasn't for that stupid spell, you might not even be thinking of Spike right now. I'm so sorry, Buffy."

She shook her head. "It's not your fault; the spell didn't make me fall for him. You said nothing about love in it. This is something that has been there for a while now, your spell just made me realize it. I find myself thinking about him all the time. I don't know what to do."

Willow patted her friend on the back. "Maybe you should tell him how you feel."

Buffy laughed humorlessly. "I can't do that, you saw the way he acted when the spell ended. He can't even stand me. The last thing I need is another rejection."

"Yeah, I saw the way he acted, but I also saw the way you acted. You both seemed to be pretty repulsed once you realized that you were kissing each other. If it was only an act for you, then maybe it was the same for him."

Buffy shook her head. "He's not that good an actor. I just don't think I'm ready to tell him."

Willow nodded and decided to leave it at that. Buffy would come around in her own time, and Willow was going to support any decision that she made.


"I'm really not in the mood for the Bronze tonight."

Willow wouldn't have that and dragged her friend further into the club. "Come on, Buffy. You need some fun, and maybe Spike will show up."

That perked her up a little, but still didn't know what she would say to him when she saw him.

They spent the next hour trying to talk over the music, while Xander and Anya were out on the dance floor.

Two guys came over to ask Willow to dance, while ignoring Buffy, but she turned them both down, not wanting to leave her friend there alone.

"Do I have something gross on my face? You should go out there and dance, Will. Don't stay here just because of me; one of us should be having fun."

Willow gave Buffy's hand a squeeze. "They're not important; I'd rather be here with you."

Buffy knew her friend was a terrible liar, but was grateful for that.

A huge smile formed on Willow's face. "Spike's at the bar, he seems to be alone. You should go talk to him."

Buffy turned around to notice that she was right, feeling her mouth dry up at the sight of him. How did she never notice just how gorgeous he was before? Scratch that, she always noticed, but never let herself accept it. She nodded and stood up, taking a deep breath before heading in his direction. "Okay, I can do this. It's just Spike, you talk to him all the time. Well, you beat him all the time, this is no different. Great, now I'm talking to myself," she silently cursed and continued to walk over to him, stopping when she noticed that he wasn't as alone as Willow thought. A pretty brunette had her arm around Spike as she whispered something in his ear; he gave her a charming smile in return. Buffy felt her heart ache at the look on his face, knowing that he would never look at her like that. She turned and ran in the opposite direction, needing to get out of there before he took notice of her and made her feel even worse.

Willow was confused at Buffy's departure, looking back over at Spike to notice the other girl that now had his attention. She glared at his back and stomped over to them. Without giving much thought to her actions, she smacked Spike hard across the head and followed after Buffy.

"Bloody hell, what was that for?" he called after her, but she was already gone. Spike then focused back on Bridget, or was it Bernice? He couldn't find it in him to care, only coming to the Bronze in the first place to drown his sorrows. The chit couldn't take a hint that he really wasn't interested, but he didn't want to be rude to her, for once. She carried on about something that he could care less about, his thoughts once again returning to a certain blonde Slayer that he had yet to get out of his mind.