Authors Note: Thanks for the great reviews I really appreciate it. There are somethings I wanted to explain though first of all Angel's other personality is Angelus. If you find something confusing tell me and I will do my best to explain it. Thanks. So heres chapter 3. Enjoy but don't forget to review. Thanks.
P.S.: Angelus's thoughts are in Italics.
Angel's P.O.V
When I first came into the mental institution I was escorted to a room by two guys who took my bag and threw some clothes at me. So I striped down to my boxers and picked up the clothes which were, white hospital pants and a white tee shirt I quickly put them on and opened the door to find the two men that had escorted me standing there going through my bag.
Inside my bag was clothes and art supplies like pencils and a sketchbook.
I guess since this is a metal institution I'm not aloud to have pencils or street clothes so they took my clothes and pencils and gave me my sketch book back.
"How the hell am I suppose to draw with no pencils ?" I asked the asshole standing beside me.
"That's your problem not mine" I can't deal with this shit anymore so I let Angelus take over he deals with assholes better then I do, First my guardians bitch at me and send me to this shit hole now I gotta deal with this .yeah right.
"So do you get payed to be an asshole or does it just come naturally?" Angelus asked the man to his left who was pulling him to a room while the other opened the door.
Angelus was still in control when the door closed and he turned to see a girl with blond hair sitting in front of the barred window so he walked up to her and put his hand on her shoulder and she turned around.
She had the most beautiful emerald green eyes I have ever seen but they were red with tears like she had been crying. I think Angelus thought she was pretty 'hot' to.
As soon as we broke eye contact she tripped on her foot and fell flat on her ass with her head phones in her ears. She stared at Angelus and then he did something vary unAngelus like, he held out his hand to help her up, she just stared at it before getting to her feet and pulling her headphones out of her ears ignoring his hand.
"A guy could get used to girls falling at his feet" Angelus told her. God he is so stupid, she looks so pissed now.
She stared at Angelus for awhile looking into his/my eyes like she was looking through us and to our vary core.
I guess Angelus felt the same way because he shook her out of her thoughts by saying "I know I'm 'hot' but you don't have to stare." She blinked a few times and said
"So does the jackass in front of me have a name or can I just call you jackass any time I see you?"
Angelus just smirked
"My name is Liam Angelus O'Connor, but you can call me angel" he said smirking and wiggling his eyebrows. God he is such a fucking idiot.
She rolled her eyes
"So does the beauty in front of me have a name?" Angelus asked the really pissed of looking blond girl in front of him.
"Buffy. Buffy Anne Summers"
" Has anyone ever told you that's a strange name?" Ya that'll make her like you more, make fun of her name.
She raised her eyebrows and said "And 'Angel' isn't?"
"point taken, so since were going to be staying with each other for a while I think we should get to know each other better?" I thought it was time to take over again and give Angelus a break.
"What makes you think I want to know anything about you?" She said so cold it surprised me and I think it surprised her to. I guess I was kinda nervous about talking to her because I said
"I-I I t-t-thought that y-you and I could b-be friends or at least try to be"
"what a lame ass"
all of a sudden she smiled and said
"I was born in L.A., my mom's name is Joyce my dad's name is Hank they got divorced two years ago because my dad had sex with his secretary, I went to Hemry high school and things were good but then my parents got divorced and mom moved to Sunnydale and things kinda went down hill, that's how I ended up in here" she looked so sad and I could tell she was not telling me everything. so I told her everything, I don't know why but I feel like I can trust her I really can't explain it.
I was born in Ireland I never really knew my parents so after about seven years in Ireland my family move to New York and then..." I paused before continuing on trying to think if I should continue or not but I did "they got in a car accident and my mom, my dad and my sister all died and I was put into a foster care and adopted by some fuck up of a couple, who used me as a punching bag. After people started asking to many questions they took me out of school in grade 7 and moved us to Sunnydale, where I got home schooled until I got tired of be kicked around I started fighting back and that's how I ended up here." Then she looked directly into my eyes with sadness and whatever the fuck else so I let Angelus take over again I don't need anyone to pity me.
"I'm sorry-" was all she got out before Angelus interrupted her
"don't feel sorry for me, hell I don't, it's in the past so just forget it" he said before stomping off and slamming the bathroom door as hard as he could.
I stared in the mirror for the longest time after I took control again.
How could I have been so stupid to tell her my fucking life story.
"Your weak"
I ignored that comment like I do so many others Ive had to deal with.
By the time I left the bath room it was dark outside and Buffy was in her bed sleeping.
Is it possible to fall in love with someone you just met or am I really that insane?.
"I think I know exactly how u feel" now that surprised me I always thought that Angelus was a cold unfeeling bastard and that's why I let him deal with things that are to fucked up for me to deal with.
Then something caught my eye. it was in the same place she had put her ipod.
She had pencils they weren't exactly art pencils but they would do. So I grabbed my sketch pad from the bed and sketched the first thing that came to mind.
Her.
Author's Note: Sorry if this chapter isn't what you expected. It's late and I'm tired. thanks R&R.
