“Bebop High”

By: Setryochi

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It was soft and warm. The scent was so familiar…

Faye rolled over on the comfortable bed and groaned not wanting to wake up because once she woke up she’d have to get out of the wonderful bed…

Bed?

Faye’s eyes snapped open. She looked around the almost vacant room and panicked. Last night had been horrible. She looked around and pulled the covers over her shoulders. She looked around and slowly started to realized where she was…

‘Spike’s room? How’d I get here? What happened last night?’ She wondered totally confused as to what was going on. She felt like crying, all she remembered was Vicious stripping her and then a loud crash, then some blurry figures and then sleep… She put her hand to her head and leaned forward placing her head, cradled in her hand, on her knees. She felt sick, she wondered if Vicious had achieved his goal. She gulped down the lump in her throat and would have started crying if Spike hadn’t come into the room just then. She looked up as he shut the door behind him. He turned around to face her; he looked like he hadn’t slept. He looked more like the living dead then Spike. His hair was even more disheveled than usual, if that were possible and the bags under his blood shot eyes made him resemble a crack addict.

“G’morning,” he mumbled groggily.

She didn’t respond with a good morning, she just nodded and watched him silently. She eyed him as he pulled out the desk chair and plopped down on it.

“What happened?” she asked softly wary of his answer.

“What do you mean?”

“Why am I here? What happened last night?” she asked, she was so afraid of what he might say to her.

“Oh…” he looked around as if trying to figure out how to word it.

She gripped the blanket so tightly her knuckles turned white. She stared at him wanting to know so badly that it hurt.

“I went looking for Vicious and found you guys together. Vicious left and you were sleeping, I couldn’t leave you there so I brought you here.” He closed his eyes and leaned back on the desk.

Faye sighed and relaxed looking down at the blanket crinkled in her hands. She kept her eyes downcast as she spoke, “Did anything else happen?”

Spike opened his eye tiredly and looked at her. He frowned slightly and answered, “Not really.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah.” He said lamely.

“Thanks,” she whispered not able to find her voice. Something did happen, she remembered but everything was so blurry she couldn’t see it, but she could still hear and feel it. Spike was lying to her, she gripped the blanket tightly again gritting her teeth. “What all did you see..?” she asked as tears weld up in her eyes.

His head lulled tiredly. “I didn’t see anything.”

“Liar…”

“What?”

“You’re a liar.”

“How so?”

“More happened than what you said.” She blinked back tears and refused to lift her head.

“If you know what happened than why are you asking me?”

“Because I got the gist of it… But what was the loud crash I heard? And… How much… of me… did you really see?” She asked her last question slowly.

Spike coughed uncomfortably, “That loud crash… um… I kicked in the door.”

She waited for the rest but it never came. “Were you ‘saving’ me or something?” She asked coldly. She was angry that she had let it happen. She was angry that Spike had actually helped her when she always said that she didn’t need any help.

“I wasn’t there to save you. It just came out to be like that.” He looked at her with tired eyes.

“I didn’t need your help you know…” She looked to the side and pretended to be interested in a Bruce Lee poster.

“Of course you didn’t, it wouldn’t have mattered if he had fucked you ‘cause you’ve probably been with every other guy you’ve dated!” He was tired and he didn’t need some bitch giving him crap right now.

Her head shot back facing him. Her lips were parted and her eyes were wide with anger and surprise. But something she hadn’t expected to feel was sadness. Other guys have said things similar to this, it never fazed her than so why should she care now? She threw the blanket off and stood up, marching over to him she stood before him in the same thing she had been wearing the night before. Reaching back she brought her hand down and slapped him as hard as she could. “How dare you say that about me!” she yelled at him.

Spike looked at her with the most surprised look his tired features would allow. He looked up at her face and noticed she looked like she might crumble like a rock being pounded by a sledgehammer. He gritted his teeth and decided he didn’t need to feel sorry for anyone, “Why’d ya do that?!” he stood up, the chair falling backwards behind him.

“You have no idea who, or how many people I’ve been with! Quite frankly it’s none of your business! But just to set the records straight!” She pointed her finger at him. “I’m a virgin!” She turned around, grabbed her shoes from by the bed and stormed out of his room.

Spike watched as she left the room in a dizzy rage. He shook his head and slowly closed his eyes. Women were all evil. They can deceive even the devil himself. He sighed and walked over to his bed crashing down on it. He fell asleep thinking of how the pillows smelt like her; surprisingly it was a happy thought.

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Faye walked home her arms crossed over her chest in an angry huff. Her eyebrows were knitted together making her forehead wrinkly. ‘That asshole! How could he say that about me?! He doesn’t know anything about me! That bastard! And VICIOUS! I’ll kill him for tricking me like that! I’ll kill him for thinking he could get a way with it! I’ll kill him just because he’s HIM! ARGH!’ Faye was so angry, guys were so stupid. All they wanted was sex, sex, and more sex! If a door or wall had been near she would have put her fist through it. Luckily she wouldn’t be breaking anything.

She walked along and had gotten pretty far down the road from Spike’s house when she realized she wasn’t wearing a bra. As soon as she realized that she wondered what Vicious had done with the bag she had thrown in the back of the car. She didn’t put enough in to actually stay the night anywhere but she still had some of her clothes in it. She grumbled, “How am I supposed to get all that back? And where’s my bra?” She sighed and continued to walk home.

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Spike rolled over and opened his blurry eyes. Something was very itchy on his hand. Using his other hand he itched the spot and found something tangled up between his fingers. He held up his hand and examined it.

Sigh…

Faye had left her bra on his bed and now it was tangled around his hand in a lacy black mess. ‘How do girl wear these things?’ he untangled it and itched his hand one last time before sitting up. He grabbed the phone near his bed and dialed a number into it.

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“Hell-ooooo!” Ed spoke into the phone.

“H… Hello?” Spike asked. He hadn’t spoken to Edward in over a week and had almost forgotten she lived with Faye.

“Yes?” she said in a snobby accent, as if she were the butler of the house.

“Is Faye home?” he asked.

“Yes,” She said in a more cheerful, snobby voice.

“Can I talk to her?”

“She’s sleeeeepiiiiing! OoooooOOooOOoo.”

“Um… ok… Well, can I come drop something off for her?”

Ed jumped around happily, “Yes! Spike-person can! Spike-person must stay for dinner, too!” Ed called after her mom while telling Spike bye. She hung up before he could protest.

“Mama-person! Spike-person is coming for dinner!” Ed waved her hands like rubber pencils.

“Oh really? Isn’t that Faye’s friend?” Her mother had been cooking dinner and was now wiping her hands on a dishtowel.

“Yes, yes and Spike-person is coming to see her! I like Spike-person, he’s the one that saved Edward’s scooter!” She squealed happily.

“Is that so?” he mother smiled, “Well then, since he’s so special I’ll make a cake for desert, how does that sound?”

“Oooh! That sounds great! Spike-person will like it! Ed likes it, too!” Ed ran to her room to go wake Faye to tell her the good news.

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“Argh… Ed… I’ll kill the little-” he sighed and hunched over. ‘I guess I could go explain to Faye why I said what I said… It would be awkward to sit at the dinner table with her glaring at me the whole time. I’m quite sure her mom doesn’t know what’s been going on.’

Spike stood up and decided he might as well get a shower and dress up a little nicer than usual since Faye’s mom seemed like a nice lady who didn’t know much about Faye or her friends. He might as well give the woman the elusion that he, and some of her other friends were ok kind of people.

Spike took his shower and dried off. He tried to brush his hair but when the brush got stuck, he gave up and pulled it out cursing over and over about how hair was over rated. He got dressed and decided a yellow, long sleeved button up shirt was appropriate. He wore the sleeves rolled up and a pair of blue suit pants with it. He looked in the mirror and thought he might be over dressed, or maybe under dressed, realizing he couldn’t place it as either he figured it was fine.

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“WHAT??!!” Are you crazy?!” Faye shot up in bed.

Ed had tried over and over to get Faye to wake up but no matter what she said or did she’d just push her away and roll over. The last thing Ed had told Faye was that Spike was coming over for dinner. Faye shot up and almost had a heart attack.

Ed sat on the edge of the bed Indian style. “Doesn’t Faye-Faye want to see Spike-person?”

“I hate him!” Faye screeched.

Faye’s mother came in just then and stood at the doorway, “Faye, you should get ready. Dinner’s almost done and I’m sure your guest will be coming soon.” she walked out humming softly.

Faye hunched over, if he was going to come and stay for dinner she was going to act as if he was beneath her. She would show him that he didn’t bother her one bit. She would show him that she was worth more than what he seemed to have thought about her, she was going to make him beg for forgiveness.

Faye stood up and decided to make Edward clean the room while she began to get ready.

“Cleaning!” Ed popped up out of nowhere with a broom and cleaner. She scrambled around the room and cleaned random things and the room quickly went from teen girl’s room to a clean adults room. (Not all adults have “clean” rooms but… argh! Shut up!)

Faye finished with her lipstick and smacked her lips together. She backed away from the mirror and smirked. She looked around the room and blinked, “How did you do it, Ed?”

Ed opened the closet for the smallest fraction of a second and grinned. She closed it before anything could fall out of the pile of junk that touched the ceiling of the closet.

Faye shook her head but smiled at Ed for trying. Ed ran from the room without a word but not with out a sound. She flew around the room with her arms out and making propeller noises with her lips. She circled the room once, jumping over the beds, and continued her flight out of the room. Faye glanced into the mirror and smoothed her hair out before turning and leaving the room as well.

It was only a few minutes later that Spike showed up in his casual nice clothes. Faye looked him up and down but never gave him a hint of emotion. Right now she felt anger, sadness, and cockiness. She smirked slightly as he tried to give her a smile. “Come in,” she gestured for him to move forward into the trailer. He bowed his head slightly trying to be nice. He still felt a little angry with her for things she had done, but he knew he had been the one to screw up this time. He had been tired then and wasn’t even thinking about how she would feel; now he had rested and was able to think before he spoke.

“Oh its so nice to have you over for dinner!” Faye’s mother greeted him as the door was shut behind him. He smiled and replied, “Thank you for inviting me,” he didn’t quite know how to react to such nice treatment after what had happened that morning.

Faye was quiet; she hadn’t spoken much the whole night. Dinner had been served shortly after Spike had arrived; it was a delicious meal he had commented, and indeed it was. A scrumptious roast with carrots and potatoes and mouth-watering gravy made from the juices. Afterwards was a delightful cake, which Edward, in her own way, dedicated to Spike for saving her scooter. It was amazing the little girl even remembered him getting the scooter back for her; he wondered if that was why she liked him so much. He cursed himself for being so nice on the wrong day.

After dinner Spike asked Faye in the lowest whisper he could mutter, “Could we talk?”

Faye smirked and nodded her head not really seeming to care that he wanted to talk. She stood up and left the table to go into her room. Spike sat for a moment wondering what was going on. After a moment or two he figured Faye had gone to her room and expected him to follow her so they could talk. He stood up and with long strides made it to her room. He tapped on the door not realizing the door was cracked up, it swung like a snail across pavement, open just a tiny bit more. He looked in and slowly opened the door, he looked around the room and Faye was sitting on the bed in a bored fashion. She was definitely playing it cool, he felt aggravated that she didn’t care at all that he wanted to tell her something. He cleared his throat uncomfortably.

“Listen, Faye…”he watched her eyes wonder around the room as if she wasn’t even listening. He shut the door, “Faye?”

“Yes?” she looked at him.

“I wanted to talk to you about last night and this morning…” He approached the bed and sat down with caution next to her.

“Haven’t you said enough?” she asked venom appearing in her voice just the tiniest bit.

He looked at her with indifferent eyes, “What I said about you, Faye, I never went to sleep last night at all!” he said in exasperation.

“Is that my fault?” her tone was spicy but nonchalant.

“No, I found out something and went to find Vicious, I was out for blood and came in when he was in the middle of…” he trailed off.

Faye’s eyes were averted from him to her lap. “When what?”

“When he was… What happened to you last night?” he asked not sure about what he had saw, after all, looks could be deceiving.

Instead of answering his question she asked him one, “What made you come in wanting to kill Vicious?”

He faltered; this was something he really didn’t want to talk about. “Its none of your business.”

“Why? What Vicious and…” she started to trail of, “And I were doing when you burst in was none of your business either!” she shot back.

Spike sighed, “What do you mean ‘What Vicious and I were doing?’ He was obviously…” he started to notice both of them were having a hard time talking about all this and neither would understand unless everything was told.

He watched from the corner of his eye as she fidgeted and bit her lower lip.

“What Vicious did was none of your business,” she corrected herself.

“But it was Faye… It was…” he looked down sadly remembering Julia’s swollen stomach and even sadder eyes, yet she never cried.

“How?” she whispered. He could hear the sadness in her voice now. She sounded like she might cry but was holding back.

“I found out my- I found out Julia came back last night.” he paused. “When I went to go see her I found out why she had left…” His fists balled up tightly and Faye noticed as she glanced over form looking at her lap to his hand that once lay relaxed at his side. “When I found out what Vicious had done to her I went find him and kill him for it.”

“What did he do?”

“Julia’s… Julia’s pregnant.” he said through gritted teeth desperately trying to stay in control. This wasn’t Spike at all, what happened with Julia and Vicious had affected him in a way that nothing else could have.

“Wouldn’t it be yours?” she asked.

“No…” was all he said. She figured she didn’t need to ask any more about that and let him continue.

“So I went to the party and found Vicious in an upstairs room, I burst in and that’s when I found the two of you. I beat Vicious until my hands were sore and covered in blood.” He sighed hanging his head.

Faye looked at him with sympathy; she now understood why he had been a wake all night. He had been up all night thinking about what he had learned. She felt bad that he had to go through such a thing, and also having to take her home.

“Vicious wanted sex the whole time, didn’t he?” she asked him.

“Yeah…”

“I guess his patience ran out with me, huh?” her voice wavered slightly, she didn’t know if he could hear it or not but she prayed he didn’t. “After drinking some of the juice he had gotten me, which I’m sure had some sort of drug in it, I began feeling ill. So he offered to take me upstairs where I could lay down and not worry about the pounding of music in my head.” She sucked in air sharply.

Spike looked up at her, her hair covered her eyes but he could tell she was holding back tears. He felt sorry for her having to go through what she did and knowing what she might have gone through. After a night like that he wondered how he could be so cruel and uncaring, even if he didn’t like her.

“I don’t know what happened after that but I’m sure you saw more of me in that night then you probably ever will see in our life times.” She had tried all day to not think about it, that’s why she slept almost the whole day away.

The conversation had stopped and the room was silent. Minutes had passed and the room was thick with discomfort. Spike cleared his throat and looked around at the room. He noticed it was clean and cluttered. On the walls were posters of random bands and mythical creatures. The beds were made and the one they sat one must have been Faye’s cause it had a floral print while the other had cartoon characters on it.

“Faye, what I meant to do was…” he pulled her wadded up bra out of his pocket, “give this back.” he handed it to her and she took it with a shaking hand. “And to say I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said what I said to you this morning. You were right, I don’t know anything about you.”

Faye took her bra and set in on the other side of her. She looked up at Spike and smiled weakly, “I’m kind of sorry too, I’ve done my share to make us hate each other.”

The room fell silent again; surely they hadn’t talked about everything…

“Spike..?”

“Yeah?”

“Why’d you take me home?”

Shrug, “I dunno…”

“Oh…”

“Spike?”

Sigh, “yeah?”

“Are you sure you don’t know?”

Siiiigh, “I… I couldn’t leave you on the bed like you were. There was no telling who would stumble into that room.”

“Oh…” Her eyes wondered around the room. “What was I like?”

“What do you mean?” He looked at her.

“What did I look like?”

“Does it matter?”

“Maybe, I just want to know.”

“You were… Well, you weren’t dressed and you were laying sprawled out across half of the bed while part of your body hung off the bed.” He looked at her, he knew what he said must have seemed a little insensitive but he knew no other way to word it with out it being completely vulgar.

Faye blushed and put her head down. Her purple locks hung covering her face to hide her embarrassment. He hadn’t expected the shrew girl to blush; but then, he hadn’t expected Faye Valentine to be a virgin either. Looks WERE deceiving.

“So I looked like one of those whores you see in a detective movie where the prostitute is lying murdered in a hotel room, huh?” He thought he heard her sniffle but couldn’t tell.

“No, no you didn’t…”

“Are you ok, with the whole Julia thing?” she asked as if the other thing hadn’t fazed her.

“I… I don’t think I want to talk about it.”

“Oh, it always helps to talk about things. Especially when you’re one of those people who like to hold it in. Sometimes people like that hold it in so much that when they finally tell someone something they feel so good about it afterwards that they’re almost willing to tell anyone anything.”

“Really?” He looked at her again.

“Yeah, I’ve met someone like that.” she sighed, “Of course, the person went back to keeping it in after being hurt, she claims its because she let someone in and told them her problems.”

“Oh, some people should be careful, you can’t trust just anyone.” He chuckled, “Sometimes not even those you love.” Bitter humor was his way of dealing with the bad.

“Yeah. You can’t trust people for anything.” she looked up and smiled at him. “I haven’t trusted anyone in a long time, you?”

“Just Julia, just proves the “can’t trust anyone” theory.” he chuckled.

She laughed lightly with him, “Yeah, it does.”

Silence rained as the laughter settled, it was an awkward silence, but it was comfortable at the same time. Faye fell back against the bed her arms spread out to align with her shoulders. She sighed and turned her head to look at Spike, “You think we’ll hate each other again soon?”

He looked at her and smiled, “Sure, haven’t gotten away once with out a fight, why should it change?”

She grinned, “I dunno, we’ve never talked like this…”

“Nope, this is a first indeed.”

“You think we’ll be good friends after this?”

“Only if you want?” he asked.

“I guess I wouldn’t mind having a lunkhead for a friend.”

“Then I guess I wouldn’t mind having a shrew woman for a friend.”

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Sorry it took me so long to get this out. I’ve been busy with schoolwork. Plus I’m getting ready to sell Manga!!! Yahoo! ^^ Anyways… I hope this chapter was ok and I’m sorry if the characters are a little out of character, but once it starts to get like this there’s almost no way to keep them in character. So you just have to work with what you got and do it! Well, I hope to get the next chapter out soon. And many of you will be happy to know that once I’m through with this I may post something new to “In The Middle of The Night,” but that’s only if I can work some stuff out, no guarantees but I’ll try. Hope you enjoyed this chapter and thank you for all the reviews!

Set-chan