Dancing In the Moonlight
Chapter 3
By: Bem3373
Buffy wakes up feeling a little bit better than before. She hadn't spent her night working out, ask she usually does. It felt nice to have a 'friend' if that was what Angel was now. She didn't know that last time she had stayed up all night talking. Maybe never. She turns over and pulls her legs over to the side of the bed. She pushes herself up and then pulls off her sleeping shirt. She puts on a tank top and some small shorts. She grabs her multi colored bag and puts in a rag, a few CDs, and a pair of shoes. She pulls on some cowgirl boots and walks out the door, locking it behind her.
She reaches the dance room soon enough. She walks inside and puts her things beside where she usually dances. Her new trainer walks towards her and picks up her bag. "Hey! What are you doing?" Buffy says when he puts his hand inside the bag and pulls out her CDs. "You won't need these. I have picked out music for you myself" Buffy looks surprised, but accepts it. He places a CD into her boom box, and the fastest music she has ever heard blares out of it. "How am I supposed to dance to that?" Buffy asks. "Easily if you know what you're doing. Do this" and he does a group of dance moves. Buffy shakes her head and begins to do what he did, with Draper yelling things at her.
Angel watches as Draper works Buffy to the bone. There was no denying the connection that the two had felt, and that feeing went even deeper as he watched her trainer work her like a dog. He wanted so bad to punch the guy right now, but he knew that he couldn't. It was his job to be hard on her. Her clothes were already wet with sweat, and her face was red. In between songs she rubbed her feet like they hurt her. He noticed that her trainer didn't allow her to take a water break. He didn't even allow her a break to rest. The rest of the day was torture for both of them. At one point, Angel thought that she was going to pass out, but her trainer yelled at her and she went back to dancing. She was at her breaking point.
Buffy wipes the sweat from her face as she packs her new CDs into her bag. She stands up and with her boom box in hand; she walks out of the room. Angel stealthily follows her, sure that if people saw them together they would get the wrong idea. Once Buffy is almost to her apartment, she turns around and Angel joins her. "Hey" He greets her. She smiles and replies "Hey" Angel looks at her thoughtfully. "I just realized that last night, we didn't talk about each other very much. I don't know really anything about you." Buffy smiles at the thought of someone as famous and important as Angel Lewis wanting to know about her. He was so down to earth, that sometimes Buffy forgot that he wasn't just another friend of hers. Buffy laughs. "Okay. What do you want to know?" "Where did you grow up, how old are you, what are your parents names, why you live by yourself, and why you decided to become a dancer." Buffy laughs again. "Well, I grew up in California, I'm 18 years old, my mom's name is Joyce and my dad's name is Hank. And the rest is a really long story. You don't want to hear all of that." By this time Buffy has reached her apartment building and climbed the stairs to her room. She was putting the key into the lock when Angel said "Yes I do. If we're to be friends I need to know everything about you. Here, later you will have to take a blood test and I need a urine sample." "Ew! Ha-ha. Very funny. It's all very boring. Are you sure you want to hear it?" "Yes. I'm sure." "Fine, but I warned you. I grew up with my mom, my dad left when I was little. She was a drunk and I had to get a job when I was 10. The only legal job was to teach dance to little kids, in a form of day care. I got really good, and after a while I started to like it. When I was 17 my mom went psycho and took too many drugs. She started on me and I ran away. I've been on my own ever since. I started teaching kids to dance again, but for more money. A week after I turned 18 I heard about the try-outs, and now here we are." "Well." Was all that Angel could say. He knew that the last thing she wanted to her was another apology from someone who didn't do anything, and he couldn't think of anything else that would please her. "Don't worry. You don't have to say anything. So, what now? I've told you my story, and I know yours. Rich family, record producer, big hit, instantly famous." "That's about right." They both smile and look into each other's eyes. Angel leans forward and gently kisses her lips. Buffy's hands wrap around his neck and the kiss becomes more passionate. They finally break free when Angel starts heading towards the bed. Buffy smiles, and unbuttons her shirt. They lie down on the bed together, and share the night.