I know that this has probably been done before, so read at your own risk. Umm I need a proof reading - idea giving – type person, so if you think that my story is good and could go somewhere great, – I can't even type that with out cracking a smile - just drop me an e-mail if you wanna help.

A guess this is where I say on with the story?

He sat with his back against the wall outside 'her' bedroom window. It was a nice little spot to sit and watch over the small town that was now her home. A tree blocked the view from the street causing a sense of comfort, knowing that you could see more than could see you. He heard a rustling inside and turned his head away from the setting sun in time to see two small hands laden with two mugs stick themselves out of the window.

"Can you hold these so I can get out?"

He said nothing just got up, grabbed the mugs, and sat back in his spot as she came out onto the roof and sat beside him taking one of the mugs back from him. She studied him for a few moments before resting her eyes on the sun that was slowly slipping under the horizon.

"It's going to be okay you know." She said laying a comforting hand on his knee.

He turned his head to look at her. "Oh yeah, how's that?"

She turned her head back to look at him again. "Well.....I'm always just a phone call away, and we can see each other on weekends and holidays. And look he let you come here, maybe things are starting to change."

"He didn't let me do anything, Buffy, I just came." He solemnly told her.

"Okay.... well he knows you're here." Buffy said meekly "Wait he does know you're here right, you didn't just take off did you? Cause that would really make it worse"

"Yes"

"Good. Wait what?" she said now confused.

He smiled at her and replied "Yes he knows I'm here." dropping the smile he added. "Didn't like it much but he knows"

She carefully put down her mug so as to not spill and turned her full attention on him. "You can handle this. You can handle him. Just don't let him get under your skin."

"I can't, the things he says. About me, about you. Soon it's not going to be just words anymore."

"Hey, you're better than he is, stronger."

"So what? Hit him before he hits me?"

"Don't get me wrong the gym has really been working out for you but I didn't mean that and you know it" pointing to his heart she continued "you're stronger here, where it counts the most."

He looked at her for a moment contemplating everything, his dad, her words, and the look in her eyes that told him everything would be alright. He planted a kiss on her forehead.

"Better?" she asked and picked up her mug again.

"Very much so." He reached his arm around her and pulled her close, she rested her head on his shoulder, his head then rested on top of hers. They both turned they're attention back to the sun that was three quarters of the way hidden now. It was almost completely gone before another word was spoken.

"Buffy?" He asked raising his head off hers slightly.

"Hmm?" was her mumbled reply.

"Why are we drinking hot chocolate? It's really hot out here."

"I know, I like the little marshmallows" to resolve matters she added "I put extra in yours." He smiled at her 'Buffy logic' kissed the top of her head, pulled her closer to him, rested his head atop hers once again, and watched the sun finish it's descend.