I don't own I don't own. Or rent, really, the fics just sort of seem to happen…

I hope he's gonna be okay. Although once we cleaned up all the blood from his little nosebleed he didn't actually look so bad. More than not bad, actually. And Angel, honey, he's positive! It doesn't matter what you…

Let's not get carried away, sugar. He might not like boys. Or… girls like you.

Oh, my God, what if he doesn't like me like this? What if he thinks it's weird? Which, gotta admit, it kinda is, if you think about it.

What's wrong with you, girl? You've never been like this before. You have pickletubs of confidence. You don't care what people think. Capische?

But what if he doesn't like me? I like him. I mean, I really like him. Him and his giggle.

Okay, sugar, get the goofy grin off your face. He'll like you. He will.

Okay. Here goes. Here's me, being me, walking towards him.

Is he smiling?

Here's me twirling for him.

He is smiling! He likes it!

He likes me!

Reviewers get kisses. Possibly even from Angel.