Ok, here are the characters:
Buffy- Peyton
Angel- Lucas
Spike- Nathan
Wesley- Mouth
Darla- random popular girl (because I felt like it)
Cordelia- Haley
Faith- Brooke
Joyce- Angel's Mom
Dan- himself
One Tree Hill….-sigh- oh what a tangled web…
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The orange ball gracefully fell through the net with a brilliant swoosh. Angel wiped his forehead and panted, hands on his knees.
"Damn I'm tired." He said with difficult breaths.
Wesley grinned. "Man you're definitely ready for the game on Friday."
"You think so?"
"I know so.
Just then, an unexpected visitor came to the court.
"Oh look it's Angel and his mouth…you think you'll actually help us win on Friday?" Spike asked.
The air suddenly filled with tension, and Wesley could feel it.
"Like you will, can't forget the game last week…" Angel replied with a thin smile.
"Shut up…"
"Going for the net, making a big deal…" Angel continued.
"I mean it Angel…" Spike said between gritted teeth.
"Bounce…bounce…" he said, mimicking his half brother, "off the rim and into the hands of the opposite team."
"I said shut the fuck up!" Spike roared.
Angel laughed and tossed his basketball through the net, making a perfect free throw.
Spike immediately turned red and exploded at him. "Get off the damn court!"
"My pleasure." The handsome, tall teenager grabbed his duffel bag and walked away, his friend traipsing behind.
"How was basketball?" Joyce asked as her son walked through the door. She smiled as she dried some plates near the sink.
Angel grunted. "Don't want to talk about it."
He then walked into his room and slammed his door shut.
"Teenagers," His mother sighed, and continued her task of drying dishes.
Angel sank into his bed and stared at the ceiling. Seeing Spike always made him feel like hurling, he had way too many issues with Dan, and basically their whole family.
He turned to his nightstand and stared at a picture of him and Cordelia. It made him smile, thinking of all the fun he and his best friend had had when they were little kid, shooting hoops and playing around in Joyce's café. Then he looked at a picture of him and Faith.
He buried his face in his hands. Why me?
Faith was the fun one, the one who made him laugh and let him have a good time. There was never a dull moment with her; that was for sure.
But there was just something about Buffy.
Buffy and Brooke were the best of friends, actually they were all friends since elementary school and they did everything together, but it amazed Angel how different Buffy and Faith were. She'd lost her mom a while back and she always seemed so bottled up after that. She wore a lot of black and loved rock, his kind of music. But her bouncy blonde hair and the fact that she was a cheerleader set her apart from all the other depressed junkies. She smiled a lot, but it was a lovely, almost dangerous smile.
Faith was different.
Where to begin? She was a risk taker, a little spoiled, maybe even a little slutty. He had to admit, she was gorgeous and feminine and sexy, always wearing tight jeans and tank tops that drove him wild. But how many times had he heard the "I did it with Faith Montgomery" locker room talk? At least a dozen! He knew most of it was probably bullshit, but it still annoyed him. Faith was fun, but she never took anything seriously.
"Angel honey! Dinner!' His mom called.
"Coming!"
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