Best Friend Montage
Title: Best Friend Montage
Author: Eilowyn
Rating: PG
Word Count: 331
Prompt: 178 (Queen - My Best Friend)
Characters/Pairing (if any): Spike, Dawn
He was in a sodding movie montage.
You know the ones - when two characters are so deliriously happy with their friendship that they go about, riding on double bicycles and laughing at movies together. Having tickle fights. Drinking milkshakes with two straws. Busy doing other stuff that made them look like right poofs, and all the while Queen’s playing in the background, singing about how the two of them are best friends.
Well, here he was, stuck in one of those montages.
Spike was sitting on the couch at 1630 Revello, watching the Titanic sink while Leo and Kate ran around the sodding boat shouting at each other. And he wasn’t complaining. Tara had warned him, in her quiet, witchy way, that there would be no complaining while he babysat Dawn.
He was letting the Nibblet paint his nails. Big, scary vampire, getting a manicure from a fourteen-year-old. He ordered her to stick to black, but then she began to snivel about the navy blue polish with the sparkles being something she stole from Buffy but never got the chance to give back before she jumped, and he relented. He would always relent, when it came to Buffy or Dawn.
Like he said, it was something out of a movie montage. He and the Nibblet, best of friends. Well, she better not be counting on any rides on bicycles built for two because he sure as hell wasn’t going out in the sunlight, and he wouldn’t be caught dead sharing a milkshake with two straws at the Bronze. No tickle fights, either, because the stupid bloody chip might go off.
But he’d watch the movie, and listen to Dawn giggle, and for a little while, she'd forget her sister and mother were gone.
She had a best friend, even if he were a bit fangy, and that made things a little better.
Even if he was taking the sparkly blue polish off the minute he got back to the crypt.
Author: Eilowyn
Rating: PG
Word Count: 331
Prompt: 178 (Queen - My Best Friend)
Characters/Pairing (if any): Spike, Dawn
He was in a sodding movie montage.
You know the ones - when two characters are so deliriously happy with their friendship that they go about, riding on double bicycles and laughing at movies together. Having tickle fights. Drinking milkshakes with two straws. Busy doing other stuff that made them look like right poofs, and all the while Queen’s playing in the background, singing about how the two of them are best friends.
Well, here he was, stuck in one of those montages.
Spike was sitting on the couch at 1630 Revello, watching the Titanic sink while Leo and Kate ran around the sodding boat shouting at each other. And he wasn’t complaining. Tara had warned him, in her quiet, witchy way, that there would be no complaining while he babysat Dawn.
He was letting the Nibblet paint his nails. Big, scary vampire, getting a manicure from a fourteen-year-old. He ordered her to stick to black, but then she began to snivel about the navy blue polish with the sparkles being something she stole from Buffy but never got the chance to give back before she jumped, and he relented. He would always relent, when it came to Buffy or Dawn.
Like he said, it was something out of a movie montage. He and the Nibblet, best of friends. Well, she better not be counting on any rides on bicycles built for two because he sure as hell wasn’t going out in the sunlight, and he wouldn’t be caught dead sharing a milkshake with two straws at the Bronze. No tickle fights, either, because the stupid bloody chip might go off.
But he’d watch the movie, and listen to Dawn giggle, and for a little while, she'd forget her sister and mother were gone.
She had a best friend, even if he were a bit fangy, and that made things a little better.
Even if he was taking the sparkly blue polish off the minute he got back to the crypt.