Summary: Buffy and Angel go on their first offical date. But they run
into someone along the way...
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Chapter 8
Buffy was throwing clothes all over the floor. Again.
"Hey, watch it, Buff!" Xander exclaimed as a hanger smacked him in the head. He held his arm in front of his face as he grimaced in pain. " Jeez, for a non-football player you've got a pretty strong throw there."
"Sorry, Xander," Buffy apologized. She turned to Willow. "Okay," she said confidentally. "I think I'm narrowing down the look I want. I don't want to look slutty, but... I don't want to look like a nun.."
She fell back on the bed and moaned. "I was wrong. I'm getting nowhere."
Willow put on her most encouraging smile and proceeded to go through Buffy's closet again. After a few minutes, she exclaimed, "I think I may have an idea. Okay Buffy, heels or boots?"
Buffy thought a minute. "Boots, I think. I want to come off as relaxed, casual. And, I don't want to be tottering around a coffee shop. What else?"
"Skirt or pants? Or dress?"
"Skirt," Buffy responded immediately. Xander raised an eyebrow in her direction. She threw Mr. Gordo at him.
"Ouch! Buff, what's with the pain today?" She glared in response.
Willow continued. "Well, if you're wearing boots, you'd have to wear a long or a medium-length skirt. Right?"
Buffy nodded. "Right."
"And for a date, what colors would you want to wear? I'm guessing red or black here. And, it's pretty warm out."
Buffy brightened. " I get it! So," she said getting up and going to her closet, "I'll wear my black knee boots with my medium-length black skirt," Willow nodded excitedly, " and my red strappy top with my short black leather jacket!" Throwing her arms around her new best-friend, she cried, "Willow, its perfect! Thank you so much. Now," Buffy said frowning into her mirror as she picked up two things off of her dresser, " The hard choice." Holding up two lipsticks, she asked, "Red or peach?"
*****
Angel fussed as he struggled to get his hair right. Why does that one piece keep popping up? he wondered. Finally he gave up and grabbed his "Nancy-boy," as Spike oft called it, hair gel.
It's good hair gel, he thought defensively.
He quickly spiked it up, tousling it with his fingers.
Angel walked into the room next to his, Spikes' room. Spike took one look at his hair and snorted. " It was sticking up again, wasn't it?"
Angel swiped at his hair frantically. "What? Can you tell? Will Buffy notice?"
He calmed down when Spike reassured him that, " I can only tell 'cause I've known you for years. But after you two get married, have a few kids... then I'd be worried. If she didn't already refuse to touch you after she knows about the hair gel."
Somewhere in there was buried a reassurance. Angel was sure of it.
"So, mate," Spike spoke up, "Where you taking her, anyway?"
"Coffee shop. We're doing the whole coffee - and - talking thing. I'm happy."
"Why didn't you take her someplace more exciting?"
Angel sighed and looked at Spike through the mirror he was using to fuss with his hair again. " You know just as well as I do that things take time. There are important, relationship steps. Hence, the coffee."
Spikes' little brother poked his head in the door. "Hey. Angel going on a date with that Buffy girl? The one he was so crazy about?" Spike nodded in conformation. "Yep, Greg, he is. Met, her, kissed her... all in less then a day, too," he remarked. "Wherever did you get so damn good, Angel? Certainly not by practice," he mused.
Angel answered as he walked out the door. "It's inherited. Guess I got the gene, and you didn't..." he trailed off as he left Spikes' room. Greg snickered at his brothers' sour expression.
*****
Dawn peeked into Buffy's room. She raised an eyebrow at the clothes, shoes, and hair accessories littering the floor, but walked into the disaster anyway, albeit carefully. The last time I stepped Buffys' stuff, she chased me around the house twice and wrestled me to the ground, she thought. AND Mom was home.
"Hi," she smiled brightly at Willow and Xander. "Who are you?"
Xander bent down to her eye level and said, "Hey. I'm Xander. And why might you be?"
Buffy groaned at Dawn's innocent act. "Dawn, my sister, the pain... meet my friends. Xander, obviously, and thats' Willow,"
she pointed to the redhead who waved at her. "Hi! Buffy, your little sister is adorable! Why didn't you tell us about her before?"
Dawn turned wickedly to her sister. "Yeah, Buffy, why did you forget to tell them about me?" she asked, sticking out a quivering lower lip. Buffy tightly responded, "It must have slipped my mind." Then grabbing Mr. Gordo off of the floor where it had landed when she hit Xander with it, she launched it at her sister. "And shut-up! I have to get ready for tonight."
Dawn looked hard at her sister. "Buffy, you look really pretty," Dawn remarked. Buffy was amazed. "Thanks, Dawn..." Dawn worked her way out of Buffys' room again, pausing at the door to add one last snippy comment. "Especially for someone who wasn't born that way." Buffy growled and shot a warning glance in her direction. Dawn smiled at Willow and Xander before saying, "Bye!" and heading down the hall.
Xander remarked, "Wow. Meet mini-Cordy! Pint-size insults that still pack all of the punch! Wouldn't want to be on her bad side."
Buffy sighed as she blotted her lipstick, then applied a second coat. They'd decided on red. " Believe me, Dawn gets' up on the wrong side of the bed every morning." She paused. "Maybe I should get her half a bed for Christmas! The good side, so she wouldn't be so annoying anymore!" She thought some more about it. "Nah."
The doorbell rang. Buffy and Willow looked at each other. Then they stood up and began jumping up and down again screaming. Xander grimaced at the noise and said, "Please! Women, save the excito dance for when the men are gone!"
Buffy calmed down and slyly said, looking around the room, " Men? I don't see any men around here, do you Willow?"
Willow giggled. "Nope."
Xander said, "Yeah, yeah. Get on to your date."
Buffy descended the stairs.
*****
For a moment, Angel couldn't remember how to breathe. He had been talking to Dawn about her making new friends at her school when...Buffy. His thoughts, his senses, and his mind, all filled with her...
Which is not too bad a thing, he thought. Not too bad at all.
He did however remember to smile. "Buffy. You look...stunning."
Buffy beamed at him. "Thank you. You don't look too bad yourself," she said, running her eyes over him.
It was quiet for a moment.
Dawn began making gagging noises. "Please go. You're KILLING me with the cuteness!"
Xander chuckled as he caught Dawn, who had fallen in a mock-faint. "She does have a point, Buff."
Buffy tried to scowl at the two, but failed. "Bye guys," she said giggling. Angel closed the door behind her as she went out.
As they walked down Buffys' front drive, Angel smiled. "Real characters, they are," he commented.
"Don't I know it," Buffy replied dryly.
As Angel detoured to the passenger side to open her door, Buffy smiled as he helped her inside.
A girl could get used to this, she thought dreamily.
Angel opened his door and got in. As he turned on the ignition, Buffy asked, " Can I turn on the radio?"
"You don't even have to ask," Angel replied with a grin.
Buffy fiddled with the stations until she got to the one she wanted.
"This is 102.7KIIS FM!" came the sound-effect enhanced ad. The first few notes of "Fallin" by Alecia Keys' came on.
Buffy hummed along.
"Wow. She's a great singer. Who is she, anyway?" Angel remarked. Buffy turned to him in shock.
"That's Alecia Keys'. She also plays the piano herself. You didn't know who she was?"
Angel shrugged. "No. I'm more into rock. And classical."
"Why?" Buffy asked curiously.
"Well, Spike and I are have a band. I play keyboards. He sings."
"Who else is in the band?"
"That's about it. We have openings, believe me. Do you play anything?"
"Well...I was always pretty good at the triangle..." Buffy said meekly. "And...my dad made me learn how to play the drums. Before he left. So that's Buffys' secret talent. Drums."
Angel smiled as he adjusted his rear-view mirror. "That's great. Hey, would you ever consider..?"
Buffy cut him off. "-I don't think so. I'm rusty. But thanks."
The song ended as Angel pulled into the parking lot of Starbucks. Angel swore under his breath.
"It's packed. I don't think I can find a spot."
Buffy rubbed his arm. "Don't worry. We don't have to go for coffee. We could do other things, fun things -- "
She was cut off by Angel burning rubber as he pulled into an immediately vacated space.
He grinned at Buffy mischeviously. "Damn. And I really wanted to find out what the other fun things were."
She smacked his arm.
They collapsed into laughter.
*****
"So then, I went to find Dawn to kill her for reading my diary again after I'd already beat her up for stepping on my new leather skirt - with my shoes on!" She sipped her cinnamon latte.
Angel laughed. "I know what that's like. Kathy is always going through my stuff. One time I found her with - "
He froze. This isn't happening, he thought. God, please don't let this be happening.
Buffy noticed. "Angel, what's wrong?"
Darla overheard Buffy's sickeningly sweet voice and turned towards them, pasting a smile on her face. She'd known they would be here tonight. A little birdie had told her.
That Cordelia Chase is such a nice girl, she thought wickedly.
She strutted over to their table. "You must be Buffy," she purred. "I heard Angel had set his eye on someone...young," she remarked, looking Buffy up and down. Buffy stood her ground. "I take it you and Angel go way back, am I right? 'Cause, just between us girls," she leaned closer, "you're looking a little worn around the eyes."
" I made him who he is today. There was a time when we shared everything...wasn't there, Angelus?' she spat.
Angel snarled and got in Darlas' face, his broad body blocking her view of his Buffy.
"I told you to stay away. I don't know how you knew we were going to be here, but we're not leaving. If I ever find out you come near Buffy or any of my friends, I'll have you locked away for mental dysfunctionality, stalking and harassment. You know I can, and it isn't so very far from the truth," he sneered. " And if you come near me, you already know what will happen. Now. You're going to leave. And we're going to enjoy the rest of our coffee."
Darla shook her head in amusement. "You just don't understood, do you, boy? You can never get rid of me. I'm in your bones... your blood."
Angel shook his head. "You're wrong," he gritted out.
Darla smiled. "I'll go. But Buffy..." she started to bend down to Buffys' ear, when Angel growled again.
" Leave."
As Darla practically skipped out of Starbucks' doors, Angel grimaced as he sat down again. "I am so sorry. This... this isn't how I planned our first date going." Buffy smiled at his worry. "Hey, no big. It would have happened sooner or later, right? I mean, if she's the stalker type and all." She sipped the last of her coffee.
"Besides, I had fun. I got to know you more, and you got to know me more. We drank of the hot beverages. I'd say this moves us along on the track to regular dating. And personally, I was kind of hoping for 'girlfriend' sometime after, oh, the third date or so." Angel chuckled as they walked out to his car.
"And, I figure after this, handling Cordelia will be a piece of cake."
Please keep reviewing!!!! It gives me a such a happy to know that people like!!! ; )
*** Aahh! Attack of winter break ending after this weekend!!! No!!!!!!!!
But... Buffy will be new. So I'll make it through the week for that.
I'll try to keep getting these out as soon as possible. Between cheer practice & games, and rehearsals for two shows...
But, I'll live...
Happy 2002!!!
You are all so sweet!
Keep on reviewing, my lovely readers!!! :)
Chapter 8
Buffy was throwing clothes all over the floor. Again.
"Hey, watch it, Buff!" Xander exclaimed as a hanger smacked him in the head. He held his arm in front of his face as he grimaced in pain. " Jeez, for a non-football player you've got a pretty strong throw there."
"Sorry, Xander," Buffy apologized. She turned to Willow. "Okay," she said confidentally. "I think I'm narrowing down the look I want. I don't want to look slutty, but... I don't want to look like a nun.."
She fell back on the bed and moaned. "I was wrong. I'm getting nowhere."
Willow put on her most encouraging smile and proceeded to go through Buffy's closet again. After a few minutes, she exclaimed, "I think I may have an idea. Okay Buffy, heels or boots?"
Buffy thought a minute. "Boots, I think. I want to come off as relaxed, casual. And, I don't want to be tottering around a coffee shop. What else?"
"Skirt or pants? Or dress?"
"Skirt," Buffy responded immediately. Xander raised an eyebrow in her direction. She threw Mr. Gordo at him.
"Ouch! Buff, what's with the pain today?" She glared in response.
Willow continued. "Well, if you're wearing boots, you'd have to wear a long or a medium-length skirt. Right?"
Buffy nodded. "Right."
"And for a date, what colors would you want to wear? I'm guessing red or black here. And, it's pretty warm out."
Buffy brightened. " I get it! So," she said getting up and going to her closet, "I'll wear my black knee boots with my medium-length black skirt," Willow nodded excitedly, " and my red strappy top with my short black leather jacket!" Throwing her arms around her new best-friend, she cried, "Willow, its perfect! Thank you so much. Now," Buffy said frowning into her mirror as she picked up two things off of her dresser, " The hard choice." Holding up two lipsticks, she asked, "Red or peach?"
*****
Angel fussed as he struggled to get his hair right. Why does that one piece keep popping up? he wondered. Finally he gave up and grabbed his "Nancy-boy," as Spike oft called it, hair gel.
It's good hair gel, he thought defensively.
He quickly spiked it up, tousling it with his fingers.
Angel walked into the room next to his, Spikes' room. Spike took one look at his hair and snorted. " It was sticking up again, wasn't it?"
Angel swiped at his hair frantically. "What? Can you tell? Will Buffy notice?"
He calmed down when Spike reassured him that, " I can only tell 'cause I've known you for years. But after you two get married, have a few kids... then I'd be worried. If she didn't already refuse to touch you after she knows about the hair gel."
Somewhere in there was buried a reassurance. Angel was sure of it.
"So, mate," Spike spoke up, "Where you taking her, anyway?"
"Coffee shop. We're doing the whole coffee - and - talking thing. I'm happy."
"Why didn't you take her someplace more exciting?"
Angel sighed and looked at Spike through the mirror he was using to fuss with his hair again. " You know just as well as I do that things take time. There are important, relationship steps. Hence, the coffee."
Spikes' little brother poked his head in the door. "Hey. Angel going on a date with that Buffy girl? The one he was so crazy about?" Spike nodded in conformation. "Yep, Greg, he is. Met, her, kissed her... all in less then a day, too," he remarked. "Wherever did you get so damn good, Angel? Certainly not by practice," he mused.
Angel answered as he walked out the door. "It's inherited. Guess I got the gene, and you didn't..." he trailed off as he left Spikes' room. Greg snickered at his brothers' sour expression.
*****
Dawn peeked into Buffy's room. She raised an eyebrow at the clothes, shoes, and hair accessories littering the floor, but walked into the disaster anyway, albeit carefully. The last time I stepped Buffys' stuff, she chased me around the house twice and wrestled me to the ground, she thought. AND Mom was home.
"Hi," she smiled brightly at Willow and Xander. "Who are you?"
Xander bent down to her eye level and said, "Hey. I'm Xander. And why might you be?"
Buffy groaned at Dawn's innocent act. "Dawn, my sister, the pain... meet my friends. Xander, obviously, and thats' Willow,"
she pointed to the redhead who waved at her. "Hi! Buffy, your little sister is adorable! Why didn't you tell us about her before?"
Dawn turned wickedly to her sister. "Yeah, Buffy, why did you forget to tell them about me?" she asked, sticking out a quivering lower lip. Buffy tightly responded, "It must have slipped my mind." Then grabbing Mr. Gordo off of the floor where it had landed when she hit Xander with it, she launched it at her sister. "And shut-up! I have to get ready for tonight."
Dawn looked hard at her sister. "Buffy, you look really pretty," Dawn remarked. Buffy was amazed. "Thanks, Dawn..." Dawn worked her way out of Buffys' room again, pausing at the door to add one last snippy comment. "Especially for someone who wasn't born that way." Buffy growled and shot a warning glance in her direction. Dawn smiled at Willow and Xander before saying, "Bye!" and heading down the hall.
Xander remarked, "Wow. Meet mini-Cordy! Pint-size insults that still pack all of the punch! Wouldn't want to be on her bad side."
Buffy sighed as she blotted her lipstick, then applied a second coat. They'd decided on red. " Believe me, Dawn gets' up on the wrong side of the bed every morning." She paused. "Maybe I should get her half a bed for Christmas! The good side, so she wouldn't be so annoying anymore!" She thought some more about it. "Nah."
The doorbell rang. Buffy and Willow looked at each other. Then they stood up and began jumping up and down again screaming. Xander grimaced at the noise and said, "Please! Women, save the excito dance for when the men are gone!"
Buffy calmed down and slyly said, looking around the room, " Men? I don't see any men around here, do you Willow?"
Willow giggled. "Nope."
Xander said, "Yeah, yeah. Get on to your date."
Buffy descended the stairs.
*****
For a moment, Angel couldn't remember how to breathe. He had been talking to Dawn about her making new friends at her school when...Buffy. His thoughts, his senses, and his mind, all filled with her...
Which is not too bad a thing, he thought. Not too bad at all.
He did however remember to smile. "Buffy. You look...stunning."
Buffy beamed at him. "Thank you. You don't look too bad yourself," she said, running her eyes over him.
It was quiet for a moment.
Dawn began making gagging noises. "Please go. You're KILLING me with the cuteness!"
Xander chuckled as he caught Dawn, who had fallen in a mock-faint. "She does have a point, Buff."
Buffy tried to scowl at the two, but failed. "Bye guys," she said giggling. Angel closed the door behind her as she went out.
As they walked down Buffys' front drive, Angel smiled. "Real characters, they are," he commented.
"Don't I know it," Buffy replied dryly.
As Angel detoured to the passenger side to open her door, Buffy smiled as he helped her inside.
A girl could get used to this, she thought dreamily.
Angel opened his door and got in. As he turned on the ignition, Buffy asked, " Can I turn on the radio?"
"You don't even have to ask," Angel replied with a grin.
Buffy fiddled with the stations until she got to the one she wanted.
"This is 102.7KIIS FM!" came the sound-effect enhanced ad. The first few notes of "Fallin" by Alecia Keys' came on.
Buffy hummed along.
"Wow. She's a great singer. Who is she, anyway?" Angel remarked. Buffy turned to him in shock.
"That's Alecia Keys'. She also plays the piano herself. You didn't know who she was?"
Angel shrugged. "No. I'm more into rock. And classical."
"Why?" Buffy asked curiously.
"Well, Spike and I are have a band. I play keyboards. He sings."
"Who else is in the band?"
"That's about it. We have openings, believe me. Do you play anything?"
"Well...I was always pretty good at the triangle..." Buffy said meekly. "And...my dad made me learn how to play the drums. Before he left. So that's Buffys' secret talent. Drums."
Angel smiled as he adjusted his rear-view mirror. "That's great. Hey, would you ever consider..?"
Buffy cut him off. "-I don't think so. I'm rusty. But thanks."
The song ended as Angel pulled into the parking lot of Starbucks. Angel swore under his breath.
"It's packed. I don't think I can find a spot."
Buffy rubbed his arm. "Don't worry. We don't have to go for coffee. We could do other things, fun things -- "
She was cut off by Angel burning rubber as he pulled into an immediately vacated space.
He grinned at Buffy mischeviously. "Damn. And I really wanted to find out what the other fun things were."
She smacked his arm.
They collapsed into laughter.
*****
"So then, I went to find Dawn to kill her for reading my diary again after I'd already beat her up for stepping on my new leather skirt - with my shoes on!" She sipped her cinnamon latte.
Angel laughed. "I know what that's like. Kathy is always going through my stuff. One time I found her with - "
He froze. This isn't happening, he thought. God, please don't let this be happening.
Buffy noticed. "Angel, what's wrong?"
Darla overheard Buffy's sickeningly sweet voice and turned towards them, pasting a smile on her face. She'd known they would be here tonight. A little birdie had told her.
That Cordelia Chase is such a nice girl, she thought wickedly.
She strutted over to their table. "You must be Buffy," she purred. "I heard Angel had set his eye on someone...young," she remarked, looking Buffy up and down. Buffy stood her ground. "I take it you and Angel go way back, am I right? 'Cause, just between us girls," she leaned closer, "you're looking a little worn around the eyes."
" I made him who he is today. There was a time when we shared everything...wasn't there, Angelus?' she spat.
Angel snarled and got in Darlas' face, his broad body blocking her view of his Buffy.
"I told you to stay away. I don't know how you knew we were going to be here, but we're not leaving. If I ever find out you come near Buffy or any of my friends, I'll have you locked away for mental dysfunctionality, stalking and harassment. You know I can, and it isn't so very far from the truth," he sneered. " And if you come near me, you already know what will happen. Now. You're going to leave. And we're going to enjoy the rest of our coffee."
Darla shook her head in amusement. "You just don't understood, do you, boy? You can never get rid of me. I'm in your bones... your blood."
Angel shook his head. "You're wrong," he gritted out.
Darla smiled. "I'll go. But Buffy..." she started to bend down to Buffys' ear, when Angel growled again.
" Leave."
As Darla practically skipped out of Starbucks' doors, Angel grimaced as he sat down again. "I am so sorry. This... this isn't how I planned our first date going." Buffy smiled at his worry. "Hey, no big. It would have happened sooner or later, right? I mean, if she's the stalker type and all." She sipped the last of her coffee.
"Besides, I had fun. I got to know you more, and you got to know me more. We drank of the hot beverages. I'd say this moves us along on the track to regular dating. And personally, I was kind of hoping for 'girlfriend' sometime after, oh, the third date or so." Angel chuckled as they walked out to his car.
"And, I figure after this, handling Cordelia will be a piece of cake."
Please keep reviewing!!!! It gives me a such a happy to know that people like!!! ; )
*** Aahh! Attack of winter break ending after this weekend!!! No!!!!!!!!
But... Buffy will be new. So I'll make it through the week for that.
I'll try to keep getting these out as soon as possible. Between cheer practice & games, and rehearsals for two shows...
But, I'll live...
Happy 2002!!!