Disclaimer: Do not own any of the people in this story and i wouldnt be writing this if i did
Young Love
Doyle sat on the couch watching Cordelia set up her desk.
"My, she moves like an angel" Cordelia then knocked over a dozen files on the desk onto the floor.
He smiled, realising he said the words out loud
"what'd u say?" Cordelia asked, picking up files which were spread over the floor
"Something about me?" Angel said emerging from his office.
Doyle buried himself behind the newspaper beside him and answered
"You no, Angel's favourite basketball team is moving up the ladder"
"I don't like basketball." Angel replied
Doyle slouched down further into the couch, replying
"It wasn't important."
hoped you enjoyed it. it was my first drabble ever so please review