Best Friends
Summary: Buffy and Angel are best friends. They each like each other, but words get in the way. Will their love for each other fix the problems words create?
Disclaimer: No characters are mine. They belong to Joss. This story is actually not mine either. I read it in a book a while ago and I thought it would make a great BA story. So here we go...
Rating: Probably PG or so.
Spoilers: None, as this is an AU fic.
A/N: I realize that I have a couple other stories out there, and that they are nowhere near being done. Sorry to any of you waiting for more, if there are any of you. I promise to talk to my muse soon about coming up with more ideas. But right now, my muse said to me, "Take that one story you read in a book and make it BA. Since it's already written, all you have to do is change it to Buffy and Angel." I must always listen to my muse.
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Prologue
Buffy Summers was bored. The summer had started out with a bang. Her best friend Willow had thrown a huge party for all the kindergarteners to kick off the summer. Well, really, Mrs. Rosenburg had thrown the party and invited everyone in Willow's kindergarten class. But still, it had been a great party. There was food, soda, and a huge pool. Willow and Buffy had spend the whole party swimming with Alexander Harris. "Xander" had moved to Sunnydale a little under a year ago, but he was part of the group. But anyway, the summer had seemed like it was going to be great fun. Buffy was going to spend time with Willow and Xander, swimming in the Rosenburg's pool and playing card games and going to the park. They were so excited. But then the collective bubble burst as Willow's parents packed her off to vacation in Arizona. And then came one of the worst things Buffy had ever imagined.
Xander's father had gotten another transfer. Even though it was only to Los Angeles, it was still very sad for everyone involved. Buffy had spent a week moping in her room, and not even the exciting news of a new baby sibling could cheer her up. But then, her heart had mended, as was the way of 5-year-olds. She would miss her best friend Xander, but she had a new baby on the way. And Willow was coming back a month early from vacation. Now all she had to do was wait until the end of July. Buffy went inside and stood on the stool to look at the calendar. She had three more weeks of boredom before Willow came home. So she tried to occupy herself until her fun red-headed best buddy came back and they could play together, but there were only so many times you could go to the park by yourself. Or play solitaire instead of go fish. So mostly Buffy just sat on her porch and watched the clouds floating by. Sometimes she watched movies, but those got tiring after a while too. Then one day, something happened that forever changed her boredom days.
Buffy was sitting on her front porch, as usual, staring at the "For Sale" sign on the house directly across the street from hers, wishing hard that someone her age would move in there. Two minutes later, it seemed as if a magical fairy had granted her wish. The street rumbled with a moving truck. It pulled into the driveway of 1631 Revello Drive. A little black car pulled up beside it. The back door opened, and out stepped a little boy, who looked to be about 5 or 6. Buffy jumped up, ran into her house, yelled that they had new neighbors, then ran out the door again to greet them. She skidded to a stop in front of the boy and looked at him. He had dark brown hair, and dark brown eyes. He was dressed in dark colors, with black pants and a maroon short sleeved shirt. Buffy decided that he looked nice enough and held out her hand.
"Hi, I'm Buffy and I live right across the street, right there. See, that's my house and that's my mommy and daddy. How old are you? I'm almost 6 and I'm gonna be in first grade next year." She finally stopped talking and let the boy answer her questions.
"My name's Liam, but please call me Angel. I'm 6 and I'm gonna start first grade next year too. This is my mommy, and my daddy's coming tomorrow. He had to work."
"Why do you wanna be called Angel? Isn't that sorta a silly name?"
"Yours is Buffy. That's silly too." Then he stuck out his tongue.
"Yes, but my mommy named me. At least it's my real name. Your real name is Liam, which isn't as silly as Angel. So there." And she stuck out her tongue. Then they both laughed, and just like that, the two became good friends.
Summary: Buffy and Angel are best friends. They each like each other, but words get in the way. Will their love for each other fix the problems words create?
Disclaimer: No characters are mine. They belong to Joss. This story is actually not mine either. I read it in a book a while ago and I thought it would make a great BA story. So here we go...
Rating: Probably PG or so.
Spoilers: None, as this is an AU fic.
A/N: I realize that I have a couple other stories out there, and that they are nowhere near being done. Sorry to any of you waiting for more, if there are any of you. I promise to talk to my muse soon about coming up with more ideas. But right now, my muse said to me, "Take that one story you read in a book and make it BA. Since it's already written, all you have to do is change it to Buffy and Angel." I must always listen to my muse.
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Prologue
Buffy Summers was bored. The summer had started out with a bang. Her best friend Willow had thrown a huge party for all the kindergarteners to kick off the summer. Well, really, Mrs. Rosenburg had thrown the party and invited everyone in Willow's kindergarten class. But still, it had been a great party. There was food, soda, and a huge pool. Willow and Buffy had spend the whole party swimming with Alexander Harris. "Xander" had moved to Sunnydale a little under a year ago, but he was part of the group. But anyway, the summer had seemed like it was going to be great fun. Buffy was going to spend time with Willow and Xander, swimming in the Rosenburg's pool and playing card games and going to the park. They were so excited. But then the collective bubble burst as Willow's parents packed her off to vacation in Arizona. And then came one of the worst things Buffy had ever imagined.
Xander's father had gotten another transfer. Even though it was only to Los Angeles, it was still very sad for everyone involved. Buffy had spent a week moping in her room, and not even the exciting news of a new baby sibling could cheer her up. But then, her heart had mended, as was the way of 5-year-olds. She would miss her best friend Xander, but she had a new baby on the way. And Willow was coming back a month early from vacation. Now all she had to do was wait until the end of July. Buffy went inside and stood on the stool to look at the calendar. She had three more weeks of boredom before Willow came home. So she tried to occupy herself until her fun red-headed best buddy came back and they could play together, but there were only so many times you could go to the park by yourself. Or play solitaire instead of go fish. So mostly Buffy just sat on her porch and watched the clouds floating by. Sometimes she watched movies, but those got tiring after a while too. Then one day, something happened that forever changed her boredom days.
Buffy was sitting on her front porch, as usual, staring at the "For Sale" sign on the house directly across the street from hers, wishing hard that someone her age would move in there. Two minutes later, it seemed as if a magical fairy had granted her wish. The street rumbled with a moving truck. It pulled into the driveway of 1631 Revello Drive. A little black car pulled up beside it. The back door opened, and out stepped a little boy, who looked to be about 5 or 6. Buffy jumped up, ran into her house, yelled that they had new neighbors, then ran out the door again to greet them. She skidded to a stop in front of the boy and looked at him. He had dark brown hair, and dark brown eyes. He was dressed in dark colors, with black pants and a maroon short sleeved shirt. Buffy decided that he looked nice enough and held out her hand.
"Hi, I'm Buffy and I live right across the street, right there. See, that's my house and that's my mommy and daddy. How old are you? I'm almost 6 and I'm gonna be in first grade next year." She finally stopped talking and let the boy answer her questions.
"My name's Liam, but please call me Angel. I'm 6 and I'm gonna start first grade next year too. This is my mommy, and my daddy's coming tomorrow. He had to work."
"Why do you wanna be called Angel? Isn't that sorta a silly name?"
"Yours is Buffy. That's silly too." Then he stuck out his tongue.
"Yes, but my mommy named me. At least it's my real name. Your real name is Liam, which isn't as silly as Angel. So there." And she stuck out her tongue. Then they both laughed, and just like that, the two became good friends.