Hey all. This is a quick 3-chapter fic that I just had to do. It's AU and
everyone is human. This is taken from my friend's idea she had for school
but I just changed the characters. It's a murder story so expect some
mystery involved.
Disclaimer: All BtVS/AtS characters belong to Joss Whedon and ME. This plot and idea belongs to my friend Felisha, who gave me permission to use.
Angel O'Connor pulled up to 1630 Revello Drive, honking his horn and turning down the radio, knowing that she didn't like the music too loud. Looking quickly in his mirror, he made sure hair, teeth, and face was ok before giving the approval. He saw her coming out of the corner of his eye and he threw on his sunglasses.
"Here's your chance Angel, don't blow it," he muttered to himself. He sighed and hit the door unlock button, letting her in. He stared straight ahead, not making eye contact, waiting for the right moment before he would speak. Without thought, he watched her slide into the leather seat next to him, saw the jean shorts she was wearing, noticed the cute little sneakers she loved to wear.
"Hey Angel. Right on time as usual. How was your summer?" Angel smiled. It was the same routine. One year of him picking her up, her asking how he was, him responding.
"Good, thanks. How you doing Buffy?" He loved saying her name. Buffy. It was like it was the only word that ever sounded right in his ears. Ok, he was lovesick and he knew it. He had been for several years. Third grade, to be precise. But this was it. He was finally going to tell her how he felt. It was probably his last chance too. Next year was college and he didn't know if he'd ever see her again.
"Well, are you ready to go Señior O'Connor? Buffy asked. Angel, suddenly chickening out, nodded and put his car in drive. With a sigh, he hoped his confidence would return later.
After finding the last spot in the senior parking lot, Angel parked and shut off the ignition. Clearing his throat, he looked over at his friend and forced a smile.
"Well, we're here," he stated. Buffy nodded.
"Well, I better go. I promised Willow when I talked to her last night that I'd meet her in the office. Catch you later then?" she said. Angel nodded. Buffy opened the door and got out, walking casually toward the school. Sighing, Angel copied her act and got out of his car. Making sure it was locked, he then turned to see another one of his blonde friends in front of him.
"Spike. Why do you do that? Ever hear that sneaking out on people is bad for your health?" Angel asked, starting to walk.
"Nice to see you too, Peaches! Have a good summer then? Hope you didn't forget to brood," Spike threw in. Angel ignored him.
"What bug crawled up your ass today? Oh, let me guess. It wouldn't have anything to do with Buffy Summers would it?" Spike asked. Angel stopped walking and looked over at his best friend.
"Can we talk about something else?" Angel asked. Spike snickered.
"Chickened out didn't you? And the great poof strikes again!"
"Oh, like you wouldn't?" Spike smirked.
"Spike Crawford doesn't chicken out," he replied. "You forget Angel, I'm not like you."
"Then tell me, what would William Crawford do?" Angel asked, finally reaching his locker and opening it.
"Well, I would stop being such a ponce and go for it. But of course, thankfully, I'm not you," Spike replied. Turning to leave, he shook his head. "See you around mate."
"Yeah, whatever," Angel muttered.
6th period finally ended and the school emptied quickly. Angel, Buffy, Willow, and Xander walked together out into the nice still summer day.
"So what are you guys doing tonight?" Xander asked, putting his arm around Willow.
"Probably nothing. I already have homework. It really sucks," Buffy said. "But you were thinking Bronze huh?" Xander nodded.
"I think I can squeeze in a little dancing tonight. What about you Angel? You coming with?" Buffy asked.
"Yeah party boy, what do you say?" Spike asked, walking up behind them. Angel shrugged.
"Yeah, sure. I'll be there," he said.
"Don't you just love the enthusiasm?" Spike asked.
"You just be quiet Spike," Buffy warned. "Why are you always mean to Angel? You would think you English people would know how to be nice to people." Spike snickered.
"Oh, I'm nice luv. And I don't always pick on poor Angel here. It's just fun," he said.
"Come on Angel. I need you to drive me home if that's ok," Buffy asked. Angel nodded and they walked together.
"Don't forget Angel! About you little problem, do what I would do!" Spike shouted, getting a glare from Angel and confused looks from Buffy, Willow, and Xander.
"Why would Angel do anything you would do? I think the complete opposite is in order. I mean we don't want Angel to turn out like you," Xander said.
"Shut it Harris. This is about something you need not to know about. Don't worry, it'll be a good decision," Spike quipped.
"Is it about getting Angel and Buffy together?" Willow asked. Spike raised an eyebrow, seriously thinking how smart he realized the redheaded girl was.
Teenagers swarmed the dark warehouse that was now the Bronze. Music loud, people talking, couples kissing, was the usual. Xander and Willow were at a table enjoying the atmosphere and each other.
"Do you think Angel should go for it? I mean, isn't the 'friends-to-couple' thing bad?" Xander asked. Willow raised an eyebrow.
"Oh, you mean the thing that we followed?" she asked. Xander grinned sheepishly. "Don't worry about them ruining their friendship. I know Buffy and I think she likes him."
"But what if she doesn't?"
"Then things will crumble. But don't worry. I have a feeling things are good in the Buffy world." Willow assured.
"Buffy!" Xander yelled.
"Of course Buffy, who did you think I was talking about?" Willow asked.
"Buffy, good of you to join us!" Xander said. Willow's deer-caught-in- headlights look caused him to laugh. Buffy was standing behind Willow, arms crossed.
"Hi Willow, my best friend." She greeted, humor in her voice. Willow, face almost matching her hair, waved meekly.
"Hey. We were just talking-" Xander said.
"About me. So I heard. What was so interesting about me?" Xander looked to Willow, who shook her head, knowing her boyfriend was going to say.
"Uh, we were just saying how your life is way better than ours, and.... that's about it," Xander said. Buffy rolled her eyes.
"Sure, whatever. So where's Angel... and Spike?"
"They'll be here soon," Willow said. "See, there they are." They all turned to see Angel and Spike walk into the club and spot them.
"Hey," Angel greeted and sat down. A song started up, causing Buffy to smile.
"Well, since it's the beginning of the year and Fiona Apple is playing, you know what time it is?" she asked Angel.
"It's time for a time honored classic!" Xander announced.
"Come on Angel! We have to," Buffy begged. Angel shook his head.
"No, not this year," he said. "Why don't you ask Xander or someone?"
"Well Xander is taken and then otherwise it wouldn't be a tradition," Buffy said. Angel rolled his eyes and sighed dramatically.
"Fine, let's go," he gave in. Buffy smiled and dragged him to the dance floor.
"Now I know I saw it last year, but you all never did explain to me why they do this thing," Spike said, sitting down in Buffy's seat.
"Well, it's a tradition for them since 6th grade. Every Back-to-School- Dance they dance one dance together. Even though Angel never dances, this is the one time he will," Willow explained.
"Why don't we have a tradition?" Xander asked her.
"We have the Snoopy Dance thing every Christmas," Willow reminded him. Spike raised a scared eyebrow at them.
"Don't know why I fancy hanging out with you traditional freaks," he wondered aloud.
"Well, we freaks have our own fun," Xander said, then turned to Willow. "Care to dance M'lady?" Willow smiled goofily.
"An honor, Good Sir." And away they went, Xander whisked Willow to where Buffy and Angel were dancing.
"Freaks alright," Spike muttered.
End of part one. Don't worry, gets more into the plot next chapter. Review!
Disclaimer: All BtVS/AtS characters belong to Joss Whedon and ME. This plot and idea belongs to my friend Felisha, who gave me permission to use.
Angel O'Connor pulled up to 1630 Revello Drive, honking his horn and turning down the radio, knowing that she didn't like the music too loud. Looking quickly in his mirror, he made sure hair, teeth, and face was ok before giving the approval. He saw her coming out of the corner of his eye and he threw on his sunglasses.
"Here's your chance Angel, don't blow it," he muttered to himself. He sighed and hit the door unlock button, letting her in. He stared straight ahead, not making eye contact, waiting for the right moment before he would speak. Without thought, he watched her slide into the leather seat next to him, saw the jean shorts she was wearing, noticed the cute little sneakers she loved to wear.
"Hey Angel. Right on time as usual. How was your summer?" Angel smiled. It was the same routine. One year of him picking her up, her asking how he was, him responding.
"Good, thanks. How you doing Buffy?" He loved saying her name. Buffy. It was like it was the only word that ever sounded right in his ears. Ok, he was lovesick and he knew it. He had been for several years. Third grade, to be precise. But this was it. He was finally going to tell her how he felt. It was probably his last chance too. Next year was college and he didn't know if he'd ever see her again.
"Well, are you ready to go Señior O'Connor? Buffy asked. Angel, suddenly chickening out, nodded and put his car in drive. With a sigh, he hoped his confidence would return later.
After finding the last spot in the senior parking lot, Angel parked and shut off the ignition. Clearing his throat, he looked over at his friend and forced a smile.
"Well, we're here," he stated. Buffy nodded.
"Well, I better go. I promised Willow when I talked to her last night that I'd meet her in the office. Catch you later then?" she said. Angel nodded. Buffy opened the door and got out, walking casually toward the school. Sighing, Angel copied her act and got out of his car. Making sure it was locked, he then turned to see another one of his blonde friends in front of him.
"Spike. Why do you do that? Ever hear that sneaking out on people is bad for your health?" Angel asked, starting to walk.
"Nice to see you too, Peaches! Have a good summer then? Hope you didn't forget to brood," Spike threw in. Angel ignored him.
"What bug crawled up your ass today? Oh, let me guess. It wouldn't have anything to do with Buffy Summers would it?" Spike asked. Angel stopped walking and looked over at his best friend.
"Can we talk about something else?" Angel asked. Spike snickered.
"Chickened out didn't you? And the great poof strikes again!"
"Oh, like you wouldn't?" Spike smirked.
"Spike Crawford doesn't chicken out," he replied. "You forget Angel, I'm not like you."
"Then tell me, what would William Crawford do?" Angel asked, finally reaching his locker and opening it.
"Well, I would stop being such a ponce and go for it. But of course, thankfully, I'm not you," Spike replied. Turning to leave, he shook his head. "See you around mate."
"Yeah, whatever," Angel muttered.
6th period finally ended and the school emptied quickly. Angel, Buffy, Willow, and Xander walked together out into the nice still summer day.
"So what are you guys doing tonight?" Xander asked, putting his arm around Willow.
"Probably nothing. I already have homework. It really sucks," Buffy said. "But you were thinking Bronze huh?" Xander nodded.
"I think I can squeeze in a little dancing tonight. What about you Angel? You coming with?" Buffy asked.
"Yeah party boy, what do you say?" Spike asked, walking up behind them. Angel shrugged.
"Yeah, sure. I'll be there," he said.
"Don't you just love the enthusiasm?" Spike asked.
"You just be quiet Spike," Buffy warned. "Why are you always mean to Angel? You would think you English people would know how to be nice to people." Spike snickered.
"Oh, I'm nice luv. And I don't always pick on poor Angel here. It's just fun," he said.
"Come on Angel. I need you to drive me home if that's ok," Buffy asked. Angel nodded and they walked together.
"Don't forget Angel! About you little problem, do what I would do!" Spike shouted, getting a glare from Angel and confused looks from Buffy, Willow, and Xander.
"Why would Angel do anything you would do? I think the complete opposite is in order. I mean we don't want Angel to turn out like you," Xander said.
"Shut it Harris. This is about something you need not to know about. Don't worry, it'll be a good decision," Spike quipped.
"Is it about getting Angel and Buffy together?" Willow asked. Spike raised an eyebrow, seriously thinking how smart he realized the redheaded girl was.
Teenagers swarmed the dark warehouse that was now the Bronze. Music loud, people talking, couples kissing, was the usual. Xander and Willow were at a table enjoying the atmosphere and each other.
"Do you think Angel should go for it? I mean, isn't the 'friends-to-couple' thing bad?" Xander asked. Willow raised an eyebrow.
"Oh, you mean the thing that we followed?" she asked. Xander grinned sheepishly. "Don't worry about them ruining their friendship. I know Buffy and I think she likes him."
"But what if she doesn't?"
"Then things will crumble. But don't worry. I have a feeling things are good in the Buffy world." Willow assured.
"Buffy!" Xander yelled.
"Of course Buffy, who did you think I was talking about?" Willow asked.
"Buffy, good of you to join us!" Xander said. Willow's deer-caught-in- headlights look caused him to laugh. Buffy was standing behind Willow, arms crossed.
"Hi Willow, my best friend." She greeted, humor in her voice. Willow, face almost matching her hair, waved meekly.
"Hey. We were just talking-" Xander said.
"About me. So I heard. What was so interesting about me?" Xander looked to Willow, who shook her head, knowing her boyfriend was going to say.
"Uh, we were just saying how your life is way better than ours, and.... that's about it," Xander said. Buffy rolled her eyes.
"Sure, whatever. So where's Angel... and Spike?"
"They'll be here soon," Willow said. "See, there they are." They all turned to see Angel and Spike walk into the club and spot them.
"Hey," Angel greeted and sat down. A song started up, causing Buffy to smile.
"Well, since it's the beginning of the year and Fiona Apple is playing, you know what time it is?" she asked Angel.
"It's time for a time honored classic!" Xander announced.
"Come on Angel! We have to," Buffy begged. Angel shook his head.
"No, not this year," he said. "Why don't you ask Xander or someone?"
"Well Xander is taken and then otherwise it wouldn't be a tradition," Buffy said. Angel rolled his eyes and sighed dramatically.
"Fine, let's go," he gave in. Buffy smiled and dragged him to the dance floor.
"Now I know I saw it last year, but you all never did explain to me why they do this thing," Spike said, sitting down in Buffy's seat.
"Well, it's a tradition for them since 6th grade. Every Back-to-School- Dance they dance one dance together. Even though Angel never dances, this is the one time he will," Willow explained.
"Why don't we have a tradition?" Xander asked her.
"We have the Snoopy Dance thing every Christmas," Willow reminded him. Spike raised a scared eyebrow at them.
"Don't know why I fancy hanging out with you traditional freaks," he wondered aloud.
"Well, we freaks have our own fun," Xander said, then turned to Willow. "Care to dance M'lady?" Willow smiled goofily.
"An honor, Good Sir." And away they went, Xander whisked Willow to where Buffy and Angel were dancing.
"Freaks alright," Spike muttered.
End of part one. Don't worry, gets more into the plot next chapter. Review!