Hey everyone! Sorry for the late posting had no internet for a whole week! Awful lol anyway hope you enjoy the chapter and PLZ keep commenting so I can fix info in future pieces that doesn't make sense! Thank u :D
Buffy POV.
Buffy frantically scurried around, burning holes in the carpet of her bedroom floor. She had never been a swooner (if that was even a word). But something about Angel made her blood heat and mind cloud… her best friend, Willow had suggested one of the most preposterous ideas earlier over the phone as she spilled about that day. Love, "hahahaha" she thought. How could it be love, she had just met him but Buffy was determined to figure out what! Glamming herself up more than usual, while not excessive the "little black dress" she chose for the evening was a strapless "heart dress" which shaped her chest then was tied with a pink bow around the middle. The bottom feel on her thigh in a cascade motion, made of a light material so she would be able to move but not feel self-conscious. Not wanting to be to misleading she hoped angel wouldn't read too much into the amount of skin she was revealing, the nickname "tramp" was not one she wanted to be associated with. To be more conspicuous but beautiful her hair fell down her back to her waist and shaped with a gel for the top to create a volume but free light weight. Light on jewellery she applied a light beige eye shadow to bring out the blues in her eyes and lined them with volumous mascara. For a final touch she coated her lips in a strawberry gloss, reaching for her light coat and clutch she waited for that special knock on the door.
Angel POV.
Stressed about the whole evening Angel had already planned far ahead laying everything out he needed, crisp shirt, black jean pants and his nice shoes. Hair was already jelled and the car waited for him. Staring at the clock he realized it was time, hoping the evening would go perfectly he grabbed the bouquet of roses and dashed for the car awaiting the moment he would see his mysterious beauty. The sun starting to set signalling the start of the evening he set off in his black corvette praying to the gods all would go well…
Buffy sat nervous to the bone, lucky she hadn't chewed off all her fingernails. "Ding Dong" the sound shocked her body as she stood and marched to answer the door. Angel stood perfect as always with his smug grin "Good evening m'lady" offering his arm to her. As a grin formed on her face he escorted her to the car. Being gentlemen and opening the door for her, she couldn't find one thing wrong with him. A bad situation she contemplated. As they drove off to the restaurant she couldn't help but gaze at him his face chiselled by the gods… "OMG" she thought "obsession much!" While she was criticizing herself she didn't realize she had an audience of her own. "Buffy..." Angel interceded. "Um yes?" she replied. He chuckled "I honestly didn't think you would ever go out with me" blushing she smiled. "I guess I feel on my head" the two laughed in harmony. As soon as they reached the restaurant, Angel had the waitress seat the two. "Thank you" Angel replied as the waitress sauntered away hypnotized. 'Oh My god!" Buffy exclaimed smiling. "What?" he replied smirking, while all buffy did was shaking her head in disbelief at how she could like a boy who can make girls fall at his feet. While he ordered for her she sat admiring the pros and cons to continuing their developing relationship. Cons would be she would always feel that she wasn't good enough and he could just jump to another. But the humongous pro would be how he made her feel… like her heart would burst from overwhelming joy. As she gazed at Angel, the couple didn't realize a shadow standing beside their booth. "Hey Buffy" a deep voice interceded. Buffy froze staring up in shock at the voice she wished and dreaded she would never hear again. "Spike…"she frowned. Angel sat as storm clouds for in his eyes as dark as the Atlantic and body tensed ready to spring. "Want to ditch this flower for a really man?" he offered smugly. That was the line Angel stood in rage. Buffy jumped the between the two trying to find some way to cool Angel off. Staring him in the eyes she reached up on her toes and soft planted her lips on his. Tensing then slowly calming Angel wrapped his arms around her deepening the moment; the two were like a puzzle perfectly fitting each other, their lips moulding against one another's. Heaven on earth had been the phrase, which angel hadn't believed until now. Buffy savouring the taste of his lips broke the contact. Staring up into his eyes she knew she had made the right choice to act on her feelings. He wouldn't judge her. As an angry Spike rushed out of the restaurant the night ended. Waiting for the new day and the challenges of school and gossip, especially with Angel being one of the most popular guys, Angel drove Buffy home. This was going to be big!
To be continued…
