SNEAKING
OUT
NOTE: I don't own any of these characters. They belong to the WB. They are WB characters alone.
Summary: No one can ever say that Connor isn't the typical teenager. Let's see what happens now.
CHAPTER 4
The whole gang was sitting in the front desk that night after a vamp attack downtown.
"I am bushed," said Fred, laying her head on Gunn.
"So am I," said Gunn.
"I helped stake two vampires today and I still remember a whole lot of nothing," said Cordy.
"We'll try again tomorrow, Cordy," said Angel.
Connor walked in then. "I'm gonna say goodnight now. I have a lot of homework to do and I'm pretty tired from school."
"Okay. Good night, Connor," said Angel.
"Night," said Connor.
He headed up the stairs. Gunn leaned against the desk with a sigh.
"Looks like Sparky is doing good," he said.
"Yeah. I didn't think this would work out but so far so good," said Angel.
"Connor must just be glad to be back here with Angel," said Fred. "And I'm pretty glad, too."
Things happen when you speak too fast. First of all Connor had already done his homework. Second of all he was not going to bed early. Connor opened up his window as wide as it would go. He made a quick jump out of it with a land on his feet. Lucky for him he has super strength or he might have broken his neck.
"Connor," said Leslie, when she saw him running up to her, outside the theater.
"Am I late?" asked Connor.
"No. You're fine."
Two teenagers ran up. They both had black hair and each had a large bag with.
"Connor, this is Harold and his sister Kathy," said Leslie.
"Hey," said Harold. "Is this new guy hanging with us?"
"Yeah," replied Leslie.
"Well, let's go to the movie," said Connor.
"Hey, forget the movie. We have some real fun," said Harold.
Leslie and Connor followed the brother and sister team into an alley. When they were there Harold pulled out a tall bottle of beer from him bag. Connor's eyes grew a little wide.
"I have nearly a dozen bottles of this stuff," said Harold. He started handing everyone one. Connor took one and stared at it funny.
"What's wrong, Connor?" asked Kathy.
"I don't really drink," he replied.
"Look, Connor, if you're worried about your father finding out, don't worry," said Leslie.
"Yeah. I'm not stupid. I brought like a million breath mints," said Harold.
"And that's not all," said Kathy. She took a long joint out of her bag.
"Wow. Is that the good stuff?" asked Leslie.
"Only the good stuff for us," replied Kathy. She started handing those out. Connor dropped his into his jeans pocket when they weren't looking.
Kathy lighted her drug. "This taste great," she said.
Leslie and Harold began to chug at their beer. Soon Connor joined in (but he didn't take the joints). Not taking the joint didn't make him a saint or anything. He was standing in a lonely alley drinking with kids who did DRUGS.
OUT
NOTE: I don't own any of these characters. They belong to the WB. They are WB characters alone.
Summary: No one can ever say that Connor isn't the typical teenager. Let's see what happens now.
CHAPTER 4
The whole gang was sitting in the front desk that night after a vamp attack downtown.
"I am bushed," said Fred, laying her head on Gunn.
"So am I," said Gunn.
"I helped stake two vampires today and I still remember a whole lot of nothing," said Cordy.
"We'll try again tomorrow, Cordy," said Angel.
Connor walked in then. "I'm gonna say goodnight now. I have a lot of homework to do and I'm pretty tired from school."
"Okay. Good night, Connor," said Angel.
"Night," said Connor.
He headed up the stairs. Gunn leaned against the desk with a sigh.
"Looks like Sparky is doing good," he said.
"Yeah. I didn't think this would work out but so far so good," said Angel.
"Connor must just be glad to be back here with Angel," said Fred. "And I'm pretty glad, too."
Things happen when you speak too fast. First of all Connor had already done his homework. Second of all he was not going to bed early. Connor opened up his window as wide as it would go. He made a quick jump out of it with a land on his feet. Lucky for him he has super strength or he might have broken his neck.
"Connor," said Leslie, when she saw him running up to her, outside the theater.
"Am I late?" asked Connor.
"No. You're fine."
Two teenagers ran up. They both had black hair and each had a large bag with.
"Connor, this is Harold and his sister Kathy," said Leslie.
"Hey," said Harold. "Is this new guy hanging with us?"
"Yeah," replied Leslie.
"Well, let's go to the movie," said Connor.
"Hey, forget the movie. We have some real fun," said Harold.
Leslie and Connor followed the brother and sister team into an alley. When they were there Harold pulled out a tall bottle of beer from him bag. Connor's eyes grew a little wide.
"I have nearly a dozen bottles of this stuff," said Harold. He started handing everyone one. Connor took one and stared at it funny.
"What's wrong, Connor?" asked Kathy.
"I don't really drink," he replied.
"Look, Connor, if you're worried about your father finding out, don't worry," said Leslie.
"Yeah. I'm not stupid. I brought like a million breath mints," said Harold.
"And that's not all," said Kathy. She took a long joint out of her bag.
"Wow. Is that the good stuff?" asked Leslie.
"Only the good stuff for us," replied Kathy. She started handing those out. Connor dropped his into his jeans pocket when they weren't looking.
Kathy lighted her drug. "This taste great," she said.
Leslie and Harold began to chug at their beer. Soon Connor joined in (but he didn't take the joints). Not taking the joint didn't make him a saint or anything. He was standing in a lonely alley drinking with kids who did DRUGS.