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So, I was talking with my friend Katie Thropp on MSN... we talked about what we would like to read of the Spuffy variety and she told me about this idea and I ran with it. Its a really good idea, I just hope I do it justice! Its a two chapter story and I have it all done and beta's so I will post the second chapter tomorrow. A HUGE SPECIAL AMAZING THANK YOU goes to Katie Throp for the following: 1. The idea. 2. beta'ing. 3. The support. *Hugs and squishes and twirls* I LOVE YOU!! you are awesome! This one is dedicated to her!


It had been almost eight years since she had been back to Sunnydale. When she was eighteen, she graduated from Sunnydale High and moved to live with her dad in Los Angeles. She knew that should have to come back again, but she didn't think it would be so soon. She dreaded it. She knew he was still living there. Her mother had said she still saw him around town.

William Pratt.

Supposedly, he was popular now. He went to university and became an English teacher and all the other students loved him. Which surprised her. His high school years were nothing to brag about. He was the bullied kid, and no one stood up for him.

Not even her.

Her high school years were good to her. She was head cheerleader, prom queen, girlfriend of the quarterback, she led every girls high school dream life. And she hated every moment of it. Ever since that first week of grade nine, she hated herself and what she had done to him.

She was a world known singer now. Using her voice and her good looks for money.

She did love it, but there were some times when she just felt so...fake . Everyone loved her because she was 'such a good person', and yet on the inside, she felt she was anything but.

Now, she had to go back to the one place she dreaded, and she didn't know what to think. What if she ran into him? What if he hated her? What if she tried to talk to him? Would he turn his back on her like she did so many years ago?

She didn't know, but she would try. She would find him and talk to him. Apologise for the misdoing she did when they were fourteen. She hoped that he would listen to her, because she still felt so much remorse for her actions and she wanted to apologise and be forgiven.

She didn't deserve it, but it was all she could ask for.

She sat on her bed, thinking about everything that was Sunnydale when it caught her eye. Her high school yearbook. She jumped off her bed and got it, laying back down on her stomach to look at it.

She hadn't even thought about this yearbook in so long, it was time to have a peek at it.

She set it in front of her, studying the cover, taking in all of the colours before she opened it up.

Of course, the first two pages were covered in signatures from her friends, telling her to have a great summer and to keep in touch. She never really did, though. After high school was over she lost touch with everyone. Including Angel who was supposed to be the love of her life. She flipped through the next couple of pages, giggling at the silly pictures of peers from around the school.

She came to the student's pages and flipped to the grade 12 pages, scanning for the picture of William. When she found it, her heart skipped a beat at the look of sadness in his eyes and the fake smile that was playing on his lips. Even now, eight years since the last time she saw him, her heart still ached for him and how she had let him down.

Her fingers traced the small picture, reading the words underneath.

William B. Pratt
Be strong. You never know who is leading a much worse life than you are.


Tears formed around her eyes as she reread his quote. Truer words never spoken. He had to be the strongest person she knew, dealing with everything from his school life and his family life.

Her memories came forward, spinning around her mind as she stared at his picture. There weren't many memories with him, but what there was, she remembered everything. Their bike races in the morning, the time she talked to him as they walked around the schoolyard, and the incident when everything changed.

Before she knew what she was doing...she was singing. A song that she had just thought up. She reached for her journal and scribbled everything down.

By the time she was done, she had a rough draft of a song and the melody. She flipped open her cell phone and dialled her manager.

After settling a few last arrangements with her manager for the concert, she hung up the phone and looked at the picture of him again.

“I'll make it up to you, William.”

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*


Spike sat at his table in the bronze, nursing a semi-cold beer as he studied the poster on the column in front of him. He had followed her career since she started. Why? He liked to think he didn't know...

Of course he knew. It wasn't because he went to school with her. It wasn't because he liked her particular type of music... no, It was because he loved her. Always had, always will. She was his angel.

She may not have come through for him in the end, but he understood why she didn't. Sort of.

He knew she would never love him. He knew she had only talked to him that one time because she pitied him. Yet, he still put her on that pedestal. But also, he didn’t. He knew she was a three dimensional person. Not just the cheerleader everyone else saw. He wanted to believe she would be his light at the end of the tunnel, but he wasn't worthy. She was light and he was dark.

He never held it against her. It was how it was supposed to be.

Now, she was coming back. The light of his years was coming back to bath him in her splendour again, and he was nervous. Would she recognise him? Would she want to talk to him? Did she regret when she had done to him so many years ago?

“Will just have to wait and find out, mate.”

He swallowed the last mouthful of his beer and stood up, delicately taking the poster of Buffy Summers off the column and rolled it up. He stuck inside his jacket pocket and walked out of the club.

He would be back tomorrow.

TBC


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