By Valerie X
Sequel to Spike Covered in Chocolate
Background: Here’s the short version. In Spike Shirtless and Bleeding, Buffy came back from the dead evil and intent on killing Dawn, so Spike had to kill her. Violence, angst, etc. Also in this story, Willow discovered that she had a telepathic connection with Spike. In Spike Covered in Chocolate, Spike thought he was losing Dawn when she became interested in Steve, a boy at school. He began fantasizing about drinking from Dawn, which caused Willow, who was listening in on his thoughts, to threaten to kill him. Dawn sought refuge in Steve because she thought Spike only cared for her out of obligation to Buffy. When Steve turned out to be a demon and nearly killed Dawn, Spike saved her, and told her he loved her.
Warning: This story will be six parts. The first five parts will be rated R for very mild sexual discussion, mild violence, and character death. The sixth part will be rated NC17.
by Thomas Melas
Sunday, June 15, 2005
For this assignment I’m supposed to write about my upcoming graduation and all the changes that are happening in my life. (Last English paper ever! Yay! I mean...education is the cornerstone of society, or something.)
Where to begin? So much is happening. First, there’s graduation this Wednesday, and all the parties that’ll happen afterwards. My parents are having a big party for me from 6 to 8, and then they said I can go out and go to my friends’ parties, as long as I’m home by one in the morning. Which just sucks. I mean, come on, I’m 18. Do I really still need to have a curfew? Oh well. A few months and I’ll be away at college. I can’t wait! I heard that there’s parties at the UC Sunnydale dorms all the time.
Then Friday night is the Prom. I can’t believe the Prom was postponed from last month, just because some gang on PCP destroyed the hotel where we were going to have it. It seems weird to be going to Prom after already graduating. I guess we were lucky to find a hotel at all. I heard most of them are booked around this time of year. I just wish the police would do something about all the gang violence and PCP in this town.
I guess the biggest change I’m going to have to face in the next few days concerns my girlfriend Dawn. We’ve been going out for a year and a half now, and I always thought we’d stay together through all of high school, and then college, and then get married. Up until last month, I was sure of this. We even planned to have sex for the first time on prom night. But now everything’s changed.
Last month Dawn decided to go to Columbia University, in New York City. She told me one night at the Espresso Pump. I knew something was up as soon as I met her there. She sat at the table, looking down at her hands, her thick dark hair falling over her face, and said, “Tommy, I gotta talk to you about something.”
I knew that a sentence like that could only end in badness.
My first thought was that something bad had happened at home. Dawn lives with her cousin William, who I’ve never met. It’s weird to go out with someone for over a year and never meet her family. Dawn’s met my whole family and even came over for Thanksgiving last year. My mom loves her, my dad’s always teasing her and making her laugh, and my little sister really looks up to her. It’s like she’s part of the family.
But Dawn’s never had much of a real family. Her parents got divorced when she was a little kid, and her mother and her sister both died when she was in eighth grade. She ended up living with some distant cousin of hers. She hasn’t told me much about him, except that he’s really old, doesn’t get along well with people, stays out all night, and sleeps all day. He sounds like a real jerk, and for a while I wondered if he was like, abusive or something. But Dawn swears that he loves her.
So when Dawn said that she needed to talk to me about something, I figured that something happened with her cousin. I reached across the table and tried to take her hand, but she pulled it away from me.
“You mad at me, Dawnie?” I asked.
“No, no, not at all,” she said. “It’s just....I’ve decided not to go to UC Sunnydale.”
“You going to USC?” I asked her. Dawn had gotten accepted there; actually she’d gotten accepted to every college she‘d applied to. “That’s okay. I mean, we’d only be able to see each other weekends, but that’s not so bad. And you’re smart, Dawnie. You should go to a better school that UC Sunnydale.”
“I’m not going to USC,” she said. “I’m going to Columbia.”
“Columbia?” I asked her. “What? Isn’t that where all the drugs come from?”
“Not Columbia the South American country,” she said. “Columbia University, in New York.” She looked up at me, and she looked so sad. Her big blue eyes were wet and she was biting down on her lower lip.
“New York?” I said. “Really?” I was too shocked to say anything else. I couldn’t be mad at her, not when she looked like she was about to cry, but I just didn’t know what else to say.
“I’m sorry,” she said. “It’s just, I don’t want to be in Sunnydale forever. Bad things happen here.”
“You mean your mom?” I asked her.
“And my sister,” she said. “And my friend Willow.”
“Bad things happen everywhere,” I said. “Sunnydale didn’t give your mom cancer. Sunnydale didn’t make your sister get pushed off a building by gang members. And Sunnydale didn’t make that girl Willow have a seizure. You can‘t blame everyone in this town for a couple of accidents.” I was trying not to get angry, but I couldn’t stop myself from sounding a little harsh. “You can’t blame me, Dawnie.”
Dawn put her hand over her face and let out a tiny sob. I reached out and took her other hand into mine.
“I’m sorry,” I said to her. “Really, I’m sorry. I’m being a total jerk.”
“No, it’s my fault,” Dawn said, removing her hand, exposing the tear streaks on her face.
“Are you breaking up with me?” I asked, and for a second I almost felt like I was gonna start crying too.
“I don’t wanna,” Dawn said. “Unless you totally hate me now.”
I gave Dawn’s hand a little squeeze. “I don’t totally hate you.”
“I still want to go to the prom with you,” she said. “And I still want us to...you know...on prom night. We can write to each other, and I’ll visit you every holiday and all summer.”
I forced a smile. “And at least we can spend this summer together.”
The cloud that covered Dawn’s face told me that this wasn’t the case before she even spoke. “I’m going there for a special summer program where I can get six English credits,” she said. “It’s a great program, where the class goes to see Broadway plays and stuff. And - and I got a scholarship for the whole thing, the summer program and then all four years.” She should’ve sounded excited, but instead she just sounded tired and sad. “I’m real sorry, Tommy,” she said.
“It’s okay,” I told her.
But really, it wasn’t.
Yeah, I love Dawn. I mean, who wouldn’t? She’s gorgeous and fun and the smartest girl in school. She had some problems in eighth and ninth grade, getting into trouble and stuff, but ever since then she’s been total Amazing Popular Girl. She’s the co-editor of the school newspaper and head of the Prom Committee. She was part of the Homecoming Committee last year, and the dance turned out great, even though some apes that escaped from the zoo attacked some kids and killed them. Everyone wants to be Dawn’s friend, and tons of guys would love to be in my place. So Dawn’ll be okay after I break up with her.
I know, it’s harsh. But she’s the one who’s moving away, not me. And I’m not going to spend my fun college years being all lonely because she’s on the other side of the country.
I haven’t told Dawn about this yet, about me wanting to break up. I’m definitely going to tell her soon though, because I don’t want to go to the prom with her and have sex with her if we’re not going to be together. That would just be horrible of me, to break up with her right after prom. So I’m going to do the right thing: break up with her before prom, and go with someone else.
Cara’s a real nice girl. We went out for a few months in ninth grade, but then her dad didn‘t like me, and we had a big fight about it and broke up. Now we’re both 18 and going to be living in dorms soon, so it doesn’t matter what her dad thinks. I already asked her to go to the prom with me, and she said yes.
Still, I gotta stop being a chicken and tell Dawn that it’s over. This Wednesday is graduation, Friday is the prom, and Sunday night Dawn’s leaving for New York. It’s gonna be hard to break up, but she’ll be away at college soon, and I’m sure she’ll be fine. She’ll probably have every guy in New York after her. And I’ll have Cara. It’s not the end of the world.
Continued in Part Two: Dawn