LESLIE'S
BOYFRIEND
NOTE: I don't own any of these characters. They belong to the WB. They are WB characters alone. I know Fred use to be into the whole drug thing. Give me break. I'm trying to deal with typical teenage issues.
Summary: Leslie's boyfriend thinks they're still together. That could spell trouble. In more ways than one. You'll see.
CHAPTER 6
Guess who was feeling pretty good. That's right. Connor. He was feeling on top of the world the next morning. He'd snuck out of the house, drunk beer, gotten home WAY past midnight, lied to Fred and had gotten away with ALL of it. Who wouldn't be happy? The teenager went downstairs (book bag on back) and saw Fred and Gunn at the main desk.
"Hi, guys. Isn't it a great day?" greeted Connor, all too happy.
"Uh, sure, Sparky," said Gunn.
"See you guys after school," said Connor. He saluted them and left out the door.
"I wonder why he's so happy?" said Gunn.
"I can guess," mumbled Fred.
"What was that?"
"Nothing."
"Come on, Fred. What's up? You can tell me. If it's a secret I won't tell anybody."
"It's just that-" Lorne walking in cut her off.
The room went silent.
"What is this? Stop talking when the green guy comes in?" asked Lorne.
"If I tell BOTH of you will you promise not to breath a word to Angel or Connor?" asked Fred.
"Sure, Fred. Fire away," said Gunn.
"Okay," Fred sighed. "I think I smelled something familiar on Connor last night but I was so tired I couldn't tell."
"Like what?" asked Lorne.
"Um, pot," said Fred.
"Pot? As in drug pot?" asked Gunn.
"Yes, but I'm sure I was wrong. I was half dead and it might have been morning breath," said Fred. "Remember not to tell anyone."
"Ew. Morning breath," said Lorne.
Leslie ran up to Connor in the hallways at school.
"You're smiling. Did you get busted last night?" she asked.
"No," the boy replied. "Almost but no."
"Same here and I'm relieved. My dad would have blown up," said Leslie.
"Join the club."
Then a jock marched up to Leslie (he looked like the type not to be messed with). He grabbed her arm and pushed her into a corner of the hall.
"Let go of me Rob," she said.
"What is it? We separate for a little while and you're already hanging out with the nearest dork you can find?" snapped Rob.
"We didn't separate. We are through," corrected Leslie.
"I don't think so," retorted Rob.
"Well, she does," said Connor. He pushed in away from Leslie.
"And who's this trash?" asked Rob.
"The name is Connor, Rob," said Leslie. "Now get lost. We are NOT together anymore. So deal with it." She took Connor's hand and they headed off together.
"Oh, we'll see, princess," Rob muttered. "We'll see."
"I'm sorry, Connor," Leslie apologized, when they were away from Rob. "I didn't want you to get involved in that. Rob is messed up."
"It's okay but why didn't you tell me?" asked Connor.
"I'm ashamed I ever thought about dating him," said Leslie.
"Why? What did he do? If you don't mind if I ask."
"It's all right. He, kind of, hurt someone. We were at the beach two months ago and this guy started talking to me. Being the jealous freak that Rob he HURT him."
"Hurt?" asked Connor.
"Killed actually," said Leslie.
"I don't believe it. Does anyone know?"
"No. He buried him, like, eight feet deep."
"Buried him? How'd he kill him anyway?" asked Connor.
"He, he, he, sucked his blood."
Connor's eyes grew large. Leslie said, "He's a vampire, Connor. A vampire."
BOYFRIEND
NOTE: I don't own any of these characters. They belong to the WB. They are WB characters alone. I know Fred use to be into the whole drug thing. Give me break. I'm trying to deal with typical teenage issues.
Summary: Leslie's boyfriend thinks they're still together. That could spell trouble. In more ways than one. You'll see.
CHAPTER 6
Guess who was feeling pretty good. That's right. Connor. He was feeling on top of the world the next morning. He'd snuck out of the house, drunk beer, gotten home WAY past midnight, lied to Fred and had gotten away with ALL of it. Who wouldn't be happy? The teenager went downstairs (book bag on back) and saw Fred and Gunn at the main desk.
"Hi, guys. Isn't it a great day?" greeted Connor, all too happy.
"Uh, sure, Sparky," said Gunn.
"See you guys after school," said Connor. He saluted them and left out the door.
"I wonder why he's so happy?" said Gunn.
"I can guess," mumbled Fred.
"What was that?"
"Nothing."
"Come on, Fred. What's up? You can tell me. If it's a secret I won't tell anybody."
"It's just that-" Lorne walking in cut her off.
The room went silent.
"What is this? Stop talking when the green guy comes in?" asked Lorne.
"If I tell BOTH of you will you promise not to breath a word to Angel or Connor?" asked Fred.
"Sure, Fred. Fire away," said Gunn.
"Okay," Fred sighed. "I think I smelled something familiar on Connor last night but I was so tired I couldn't tell."
"Like what?" asked Lorne.
"Um, pot," said Fred.
"Pot? As in drug pot?" asked Gunn.
"Yes, but I'm sure I was wrong. I was half dead and it might have been morning breath," said Fred. "Remember not to tell anyone."
"Ew. Morning breath," said Lorne.
Leslie ran up to Connor in the hallways at school.
"You're smiling. Did you get busted last night?" she asked.
"No," the boy replied. "Almost but no."
"Same here and I'm relieved. My dad would have blown up," said Leslie.
"Join the club."
Then a jock marched up to Leslie (he looked like the type not to be messed with). He grabbed her arm and pushed her into a corner of the hall.
"Let go of me Rob," she said.
"What is it? We separate for a little while and you're already hanging out with the nearest dork you can find?" snapped Rob.
"We didn't separate. We are through," corrected Leslie.
"I don't think so," retorted Rob.
"Well, she does," said Connor. He pushed in away from Leslie.
"And who's this trash?" asked Rob.
"The name is Connor, Rob," said Leslie. "Now get lost. We are NOT together anymore. So deal with it." She took Connor's hand and they headed off together.
"Oh, we'll see, princess," Rob muttered. "We'll see."
"I'm sorry, Connor," Leslie apologized, when they were away from Rob. "I didn't want you to get involved in that. Rob is messed up."
"It's okay but why didn't you tell me?" asked Connor.
"I'm ashamed I ever thought about dating him," said Leslie.
"Why? What did he do? If you don't mind if I ask."
"It's all right. He, kind of, hurt someone. We were at the beach two months ago and this guy started talking to me. Being the jealous freak that Rob he HURT him."
"Hurt?" asked Connor.
"Killed actually," said Leslie.
"I don't believe it. Does anyone know?"
"No. He buried him, like, eight feet deep."
"Buried him? How'd he kill him anyway?" asked Connor.
"He, he, he, sucked his blood."
Connor's eyes grew large. Leslie said, "He's a vampire, Connor. A vampire."