Title - Best Friends
Author - Paige
Rating - R
Summary - Buffy and Angel are best friends who grow up next door to each other. When they hit junior high, Buffy gets cool and Angel doesn't. Everything changes when she's called.
Disclaimer - Yeah right.
Distribution - Would make my day. Just ask.
Feedback - Would make the sun shine brighter.
Buffy Summers sat on her bed, crying, clutching Mr. Gordo, her stuffed pig. "It's not fair, Mr. Gordo," she murmured. "Why did this happen to me? Why me?"
Buffy gently sat the pig down and wiped her eyes and nose on her sleeve, not caring that it was one of her best tops. She got up and wandered over to her window.
The light across from hers was on. She could faintly hear the Beatles playing. Angel, her best friend from crib to eighth grade, liked The Beatles.
Buffy sighed and leaned her forehead against the glass. In eighth grade, when she'd realized she had the potential to be cool, pretty, and popular, she had ditched Angel, the only real friend she'd ever had, to trail along after a bunch of ditzes. /He/ was the one who was actually cool, not them. Real cool, not high-school cool.
And his light was on! His music was playing! He was there!
Buffy mentally shrugged. "It's worth a try," she muttered, grabbing her coat.
Buffy peeked out her bedroom door. All the lights were out. Her parents were done fighting and they and Dawn had apparently gone to sleep. So she crept out the front door, over the fence, and up the tree to Angel's window.
*
Angel Osbourne glanced up from his biology homework at the tap on his window. His eyebrows nearly hit his hairline. Only one person had ever tapped on his window. His curiosity got the better of him, and he crossed to the window, opening it.
Buffy crawled in.
Angel arched his eyebrows at her. "Well, look who just remember that the other half exists."
Buffy burst into tears.
Angel's eyes went wide and he pulled her into his arms, against his bare chest, without a second thought, stroking her hair. "Buffy, baby, what's wrong? God, I'm sorry. I'm an asshole. Just please don't cry."
Buffy wrapped her arms around his waist, pressed her face into his bare chest, and sobbed her heart out, her tears soaking through his skin to break his heart.
TBC.
Author - Paige
Rating - R
Summary - Buffy and Angel are best friends who grow up next door to each other. When they hit junior high, Buffy gets cool and Angel doesn't. Everything changes when she's called.
Disclaimer - Yeah right.
Distribution - Would make my day. Just ask.
Feedback - Would make the sun shine brighter.
Buffy Summers sat on her bed, crying, clutching Mr. Gordo, her stuffed pig. "It's not fair, Mr. Gordo," she murmured. "Why did this happen to me? Why me?"
Buffy gently sat the pig down and wiped her eyes and nose on her sleeve, not caring that it was one of her best tops. She got up and wandered over to her window.
The light across from hers was on. She could faintly hear the Beatles playing. Angel, her best friend from crib to eighth grade, liked The Beatles.
Buffy sighed and leaned her forehead against the glass. In eighth grade, when she'd realized she had the potential to be cool, pretty, and popular, she had ditched Angel, the only real friend she'd ever had, to trail along after a bunch of ditzes. /He/ was the one who was actually cool, not them. Real cool, not high-school cool.
And his light was on! His music was playing! He was there!
Buffy mentally shrugged. "It's worth a try," she muttered, grabbing her coat.
Buffy peeked out her bedroom door. All the lights were out. Her parents were done fighting and they and Dawn had apparently gone to sleep. So she crept out the front door, over the fence, and up the tree to Angel's window.
*
Angel Osbourne glanced up from his biology homework at the tap on his window. His eyebrows nearly hit his hairline. Only one person had ever tapped on his window. His curiosity got the better of him, and he crossed to the window, opening it.
Buffy crawled in.
Angel arched his eyebrows at her. "Well, look who just remember that the other half exists."
Buffy burst into tears.
Angel's eyes went wide and he pulled her into his arms, against his bare chest, without a second thought, stroking her hair. "Buffy, baby, what's wrong? God, I'm sorry. I'm an asshole. Just please don't cry."
Buffy wrapped her arms around his waist, pressed her face into his bare chest, and sobbed her heart out, her tears soaking through his skin to break his heart.
TBC.