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Dec. 16th, 2004 11:20 pm"Did that surprise you?" Spike turns to Beth and brushes a stray lock of blonde hair back out of her eyes. "About the mistletoe, I mean."
Hey, he can be just as sentimental and romantic as the next guy when he puts his mind to it. He doesn't do it often, but when he does he likes to make sure it counts.
And Beth puts him into this place... this frame of mind... this... well, whatever it is, it makes him smile. It makes him smile from deep down inside and it's the kind of feeling that no amount of teenage bullshit, no amount of distraction, and no amount of people telling him they thought he was dead can disturb. It's his and his alone to do with what he wants. And he wants to share it with Beth.
He's been in love before but either it wasn't like this or he doesn't remember it being like this.
Maybe this is the first time he's had the luxury to explore what being in love actually means.
(No one here is trying to kill him. At least not yet.)
Hey, he can be just as sentimental and romantic as the next guy when he puts his mind to it. He doesn't do it often, but when he does he likes to make sure it counts.
And Beth puts him into this place... this frame of mind... this... well, whatever it is, it makes him smile. It makes him smile from deep down inside and it's the kind of feeling that no amount of teenage bullshit, no amount of distraction, and no amount of people telling him they thought he was dead can disturb. It's his and his alone to do with what he wants. And he wants to share it with Beth.
He's been in love before but either it wasn't like this or he doesn't remember it being like this.
Maybe this is the first time he's had the luxury to explore what being in love actually means.
(No one here is trying to kill him. At least not yet.)
