Not really my first fic. Just the first I decided to post here. Constructive criticism is appreciated, flames to this will be laughed at.
Don't own Buffy, blahblah.
Xander Harris lay in bed. He had just got back from patrolling with him. Well, that's not true, exactly. The others had been there too. But he'd been the only one he could focus on. When he'd met him, he'd instantly fallen for the dark-haired vampire. But, to hide it, he'd taken up the allusion of hating him, and that wasn't easy. Plus, he knew Angel was straight- he liked Buffy and Buffy liked him. Who couldn't? Xander thought, growing drowsy. I mean, the dark hair, pale skin, and the way he broods.. so cute.. And with the lingering thought of his crush, Xander happily drifted off to sleep.