Part 2
"You have good taste Cordy." Buffy complimented when they entered the brunette's apartment.
"Thanks. Come on, this way to your room." She gave Buffy a mini tour of her apartment on the way to the guest room."
"What do you think?" Cordy asked when she opened the guest room door.
"It's homey, but trendy. Love it." Buffy set her bags on the floor next to the bed.
"I knew you would." Cordelia beamed. Buffy noticed that she sounded more excited about her apartment then she did about her fiancé. But Buffy decided that she'd just brush it off. "But unfortunately, I have to let it go when I get married," she added with a sigh.
"Yeah, it's a nice apartment. Oh! Here's your dress Cordy!" Buffy pulled a long bag from one of her suitcases.
"Thank you so much, Buff. I owe you." She took the bag from her friend and draped it over her arm.
"Nah. Just consider it as one of my duties as the maid of honor."
"Okay. So, I'll let you unpack, take a nap for like an hour, and after that we're going for dress fittings."
"Alright. Hey, you think after the fittings can we stop by my old house. I'd like to see my family."
"Oh sure. Of course. No problem." Cordelia started to back out of the bedroom as Buffy started to unpack.
"Hey Buffy?"
"Yeah?"
"It's good to have you back."
"Thank you," Buffy smiled slightly. Cordelia shut the door.
After she finished unpacking, she kicked off her shoes and sat on the bed cross-legged.
She put her face in her hands. *Angel's marrying Cordelia. What happened to "I love you" or "Forever"?* She looked down at the claddaugh ring on her finger and with the other hand, fiddled with the bigger version of hers she wore on her neck. She still wore it, even though they broke up 3 years ago. Unlike him, when they broke up, he threw it over his shoulder like it was nothing. Her heart still belonged to him, though.
She lyed down on the bed, looking up at the ceiling. *He must've forgotten what we had* Buffy stifled a sob and started to cry herself to sleep. Unbeknownst to her, Cordelia was in the next room, doing the same thing.
"You have good taste Cordy." Buffy complimented when they entered the brunette's apartment.
"Thanks. Come on, this way to your room." She gave Buffy a mini tour of her apartment on the way to the guest room."
"What do you think?" Cordy asked when she opened the guest room door.
"It's homey, but trendy. Love it." Buffy set her bags on the floor next to the bed.
"I knew you would." Cordelia beamed. Buffy noticed that she sounded more excited about her apartment then she did about her fiancé. But Buffy decided that she'd just brush it off. "But unfortunately, I have to let it go when I get married," she added with a sigh.
"Yeah, it's a nice apartment. Oh! Here's your dress Cordy!" Buffy pulled a long bag from one of her suitcases.
"Thank you so much, Buff. I owe you." She took the bag from her friend and draped it over her arm.
"Nah. Just consider it as one of my duties as the maid of honor."
"Okay. So, I'll let you unpack, take a nap for like an hour, and after that we're going for dress fittings."
"Alright. Hey, you think after the fittings can we stop by my old house. I'd like to see my family."
"Oh sure. Of course. No problem." Cordelia started to back out of the bedroom as Buffy started to unpack.
"Hey Buffy?"
"Yeah?"
"It's good to have you back."
"Thank you," Buffy smiled slightly. Cordelia shut the door.
After she finished unpacking, she kicked off her shoes and sat on the bed cross-legged.
She put her face in her hands. *Angel's marrying Cordelia. What happened to "I love you" or "Forever"?* She looked down at the claddaugh ring on her finger and with the other hand, fiddled with the bigger version of hers she wore on her neck. She still wore it, even though they broke up 3 years ago. Unlike him, when they broke up, he threw it over his shoulder like it was nothing. Her heart still belonged to him, though.
She lyed down on the bed, looking up at the ceiling. *He must've forgotten what we had* Buffy stifled a sob and started to cry herself to sleep. Unbeknownst to her, Cordelia was in the next room, doing the same thing.