Author: Emba
Disclaimer: Not mine. Never was. Never will be-well, maybe.
Authors Note: This is in Buffy's POV the whole chapter. I'm thinking about
alternating a bit throughout chapters. What do ya think?
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"Got any two's?"
Ah, another exciting day in Sunnydale. "Go fish."
Sunnydale, California: hot spot for everything that is boring. You'd think this place would get better as you grow up, but I find myself wishing I were twelve again. And twelve was not a good year for me.
"Do you have any...queens?" I ask.
"Go fish," comes a bored voice. That voice belongs to Angel O'Connor. His full name is actually Liam O'Connor but everybody calls him Angel because of the time in second grade he played an angel in the school play. I vividly remember that day. He had this little hallow and such a cute white robe on... Well, I'm digressing. I tend to do that a lot.
Angel has been my best friend since I can remember. But, he has also been my crush ever since I can remember. Of course, Angel has no idea. When I say no idea, I mean no idea. He talks to me about the girls that he dates or wants to date. Yes, he's that clueless.
But, I deal with it. I mean, what else can I do? Tell him? Oh that's a laugh.
"This is boring." He states, leaning back in to his chair. Right now we're playing 'Go fish' under the scorching Sunnydale sun on his parent's deck in his back yard. And school's starting tomorrow. This is beyond suck.
I sigh and sit up to count my doubled cards. "No, really? 'Cause I'm having barrels of fun."
"Do you have any three's?" He asks because knows there's nothing else to do in Sunnydale but this.
One good thing about today is he's wearing his bathing suit. He has many, most of them black or dark, but this one is my favorite because it's this dark shade of blue and it brings out every feature of him. His dark eyes, spiky brown hair, his soft lips and--
"Summers? You there?" His voice snaps me back to reality. See? I told you I digress. "Um...yup, still here. And no three's." I reply, nervously.
This is a typical scene: Angel and I, playing cards, sitting in our bathing suits and usually not even going in to his pool. We don't choose not to go in to the pool, but Angel's family is pretty big and his little brothers and sisters are always in there. Well, compared to my family, which consists of my mom and me, his family is gigantic.
Mrs. O'Connor comes out on the deck, placing plates and cups on the table. His mother is like this...super mom. She's this amazing cook, which is good because I practically eat there every night. Her eyes are like Angel's, a deep mahogany, and she has the darkest brown hair I have ever seen but Angel's hair is lighter.
"Buffy, I'm setting you a plate on the table, are you staying over?" She asks in her kind, soft voice.
I nod at her, "Mom's working late at the gallery. And Chinese food is nothing compared to your food." You do not know how far one compliment can go with this woman. Once I told her she looked nice and she gave me ten bucks.
"Oh, Buffy, you're so sweet. Here, have some lemonade." She says, smiling ear to ear, and handing me a glass. I smile in satisfaction; it is nice to know some things can still be counted on.
We continue our game for a little while. Angel made fun of my lack of wins and I flaunted my lemonade, saying he could not get some because he was too lazy. He tried to get his mother to get some for him, but good ol' Mrs. O refused. She said being a sloth was not allowed in her house.
"Kids, dinner time!" Her voice rings, reaching out to the pool where the rest of the family splashes around.
Five kids run to the table right across from us. The second oldest, Brennan who is fourteen, lights up when he sees me. "Hey Buffy! Are you going to sit next to me at the table again?"
"Sure." I reply simply, giving him a smile. "Great! And I...uh, like your bathing suit." He says quickly before he hops on to a seat.
I turn back to our game and notice Angel starring at me with his intense gaze, and I try not to blush. And fail horribly. "What?" I ask, my voice rasp. He looks me up and down before answering. "Nothing." Sometimes I'd like to know what's going on in his head. "Bren has a crush on you." He adds. "I noticed. He seems to be the very few who do. Am I repulsive in some way?"
"No. You're fine." Thanks, Angel. That was so very convincing. Aren't best friends supposed to comfort each other?
"Are you two coming to dinner?" Mr. O'Connor asks. And with that, we leave our game and join the rest of the people for a delicious home cooked meal.
TBC.
FEEDBACK! I live for it! I'm a little self-conscious when it comes to writing so, it'd be great if you could review! Also, tell me if I should alternate POV's or just keep Buffys.
"Got any two's?"
Ah, another exciting day in Sunnydale. "Go fish."
Sunnydale, California: hot spot for everything that is boring. You'd think this place would get better as you grow up, but I find myself wishing I were twelve again. And twelve was not a good year for me.
"Do you have any...queens?" I ask.
"Go fish," comes a bored voice. That voice belongs to Angel O'Connor. His full name is actually Liam O'Connor but everybody calls him Angel because of the time in second grade he played an angel in the school play. I vividly remember that day. He had this little hallow and such a cute white robe on... Well, I'm digressing. I tend to do that a lot.
Angel has been my best friend since I can remember. But, he has also been my crush ever since I can remember. Of course, Angel has no idea. When I say no idea, I mean no idea. He talks to me about the girls that he dates or wants to date. Yes, he's that clueless.
But, I deal with it. I mean, what else can I do? Tell him? Oh that's a laugh.
"This is boring." He states, leaning back in to his chair. Right now we're playing 'Go fish' under the scorching Sunnydale sun on his parent's deck in his back yard. And school's starting tomorrow. This is beyond suck.
I sigh and sit up to count my doubled cards. "No, really? 'Cause I'm having barrels of fun."
"Do you have any three's?" He asks because knows there's nothing else to do in Sunnydale but this.
One good thing about today is he's wearing his bathing suit. He has many, most of them black or dark, but this one is my favorite because it's this dark shade of blue and it brings out every feature of him. His dark eyes, spiky brown hair, his soft lips and--
"Summers? You there?" His voice snaps me back to reality. See? I told you I digress. "Um...yup, still here. And no three's." I reply, nervously.
This is a typical scene: Angel and I, playing cards, sitting in our bathing suits and usually not even going in to his pool. We don't choose not to go in to the pool, but Angel's family is pretty big and his little brothers and sisters are always in there. Well, compared to my family, which consists of my mom and me, his family is gigantic.
Mrs. O'Connor comes out on the deck, placing plates and cups on the table. His mother is like this...super mom. She's this amazing cook, which is good because I practically eat there every night. Her eyes are like Angel's, a deep mahogany, and she has the darkest brown hair I have ever seen but Angel's hair is lighter.
"Buffy, I'm setting you a plate on the table, are you staying over?" She asks in her kind, soft voice.
I nod at her, "Mom's working late at the gallery. And Chinese food is nothing compared to your food." You do not know how far one compliment can go with this woman. Once I told her she looked nice and she gave me ten bucks.
"Oh, Buffy, you're so sweet. Here, have some lemonade." She says, smiling ear to ear, and handing me a glass. I smile in satisfaction; it is nice to know some things can still be counted on.
We continue our game for a little while. Angel made fun of my lack of wins and I flaunted my lemonade, saying he could not get some because he was too lazy. He tried to get his mother to get some for him, but good ol' Mrs. O refused. She said being a sloth was not allowed in her house.
"Kids, dinner time!" Her voice rings, reaching out to the pool where the rest of the family splashes around.
Five kids run to the table right across from us. The second oldest, Brennan who is fourteen, lights up when he sees me. "Hey Buffy! Are you going to sit next to me at the table again?"
"Sure." I reply simply, giving him a smile. "Great! And I...uh, like your bathing suit." He says quickly before he hops on to a seat.
I turn back to our game and notice Angel starring at me with his intense gaze, and I try not to blush. And fail horribly. "What?" I ask, my voice rasp. He looks me up and down before answering. "Nothing." Sometimes I'd like to know what's going on in his head. "Bren has a crush on you." He adds. "I noticed. He seems to be the very few who do. Am I repulsive in some way?"
"No. You're fine." Thanks, Angel. That was so very convincing. Aren't best friends supposed to comfort each other?
"Are you two coming to dinner?" Mr. O'Connor asks. And with that, we leave our game and join the rest of the people for a delicious home cooked meal.
TBC.
FEEDBACK! I live for it! I'm a little self-conscious when it comes to writing so, it'd be great if you could review! Also, tell me if I should alternate POV's or just keep Buffys.