AN: I'm back! With-hopefully- better writing skills than last time. I'm ready to start anew in my writing with my loads of experience I now have ;D! Anyways, I don't have a beta, so sorry for any typos. Just mail me if you'd like to take that part! I won't refuse!
Prologue
The wind was heavy, and as cold as snow. The grass was damp, glistening with the rain of just a few hours. Buffy Anne Spencer walked through the park of Sunnydale, breathing in the freshness of the cold rain-y air. Her blonde hair was wet behind her head, as if she'd just dipped her head into a pool of water.
Anger is what she felt. How could her father forget of her mother? How could he date without thinking of her mother? She hadn't known her mother personally, she had died giving birth to Buffy. Her mother and father were the same age as her right now when she was born. 15.
Buffy and her psychic father, Shawn, were really close. It had always just been the two of them. Just the two of them, and her Uncle Gus of course. Gus was exactly like her father, personality wise. Gus was from Africa, and came here when he was a few months old. He had black curly hair, and big brown eyes. Buffy had known Gus all her life… Now he was Uncle Gus.
It's not that she didn't like Juliet, she was great! Just not for her father. And that's exactly why she's out here now. Walking alone, and crying. Yes, crying. Her father had yelled at her for making assumptions. Buffy Spencer was, by no means, a baby. She had her mother's strong will, and her father's stubbornness.
No, it wasn't the fact he yelled at her. It was who he yelled at her for. 'Jewels', his perfect little girlfriend.
As she sat at the bench, she had a familiar voice call her name. As she turned, she saw her boyfriends face."Are you okay?" Angel asked, sitting by her.
"Yeah." She spoke in a small voice, wiping at her eyes with her sleeves.
"Why do I have a feeling you're lying to me?" He asked, looking her in the eyes.
"Because I am." She said, snuggling into his firm side.
"What is it?"
"I'll tell you later. Right now, I should get home to my arrogant father." She grumbled, sitting up.
He caught on."Yeah. Come on."