BACK
AT THE HOTEL
NOTE: I don't own any of these characters (it'd be cool if I did, though). They belong to the WB. They are WB characters alone. I know Fred use to be into the whole drug thing and Angel use to be a big bad boy. Give me a break. I'm trying to deal with typical teenage issues. And NEVER do drugs or liquor! I don't care how old you are. Stay away from them. They'll kill you! Not that I'm on the subject of bad things child abuse is also awful. Don't hurt your children, either. No matter how upset you get. That is all. (Oh, and could someone tell me what lol means? I have no clue. But I'm not a dork. Really.)
A/N: This is only my personal opinion but I think that Connor and Cordy being involved is just SICK! What were the writers thinking? What are they gonna call it? "How Cordy got her groove back."
Summary: The fang gang goes back to the hotel to break the sad news about Leslie's jerk of a father. (This is pretty short.)
CHAPTER 21
Connor heard the door open. He and Leslie quickly stopped kissing and sat up straight like nothing had happened. Lucky for them no one noticed.
"Hey, kids," sighed Gunn.
"So what's up?" asked Leslie, standing. "Did you see my father?"
"Yes, sweetie," said Fred uneasily.
Leslie's face turned. "He hates me, right?"
"Wait a sec. We don't know for-" Cordy started.
"Yes, he hates you. You don't belong with that guy, baby cakes," Lorne cut in. "He's trouble."
"So that's it? What am I going to do?" said Leslie.
"We'll figure something out," said Angel.
"No. It's okay," said Leslie. She turned to Connor. "I'll just stay with Kathy for a while. But thank you all." She headed away.
"Leslie, wait a minute," said Connor. "Let us help."
"Connor, please. Unless you have some new dad recruits then I'm helpless," said the pretty girl. She left out of the hotel.
Connor sat back on the couch with a sigh. "Great," he muttered.
Angel went over and sat next to him. "It's okay, son. We'll figure something out."
"Yeah, Connor. It'll be taken care of," said Cordy.
"Okay," Connor sighed.
Angel stared at his son's face. "Connor, are you wearing lip stick?"
Connor's eyes grew. He quickly rubbed the red makeup off of his lips. "Uh, yeah. Girls aren't the only ones who like to have bright lips. I was just experimenting. It won't happen again, Dad."
"Oh, yeah," said Gunn sarcastically, looking at Fred. "That's it."
"I gotta go, uh, do some, um, err, stuff," stuttered Connor. "Bye, now." He left the room quickly.
AT THE HOTEL
NOTE: I don't own any of these characters (it'd be cool if I did, though). They belong to the WB. They are WB characters alone. I know Fred use to be into the whole drug thing and Angel use to be a big bad boy. Give me a break. I'm trying to deal with typical teenage issues. And NEVER do drugs or liquor! I don't care how old you are. Stay away from them. They'll kill you! Not that I'm on the subject of bad things child abuse is also awful. Don't hurt your children, either. No matter how upset you get. That is all. (Oh, and could someone tell me what lol means? I have no clue. But I'm not a dork. Really.)
A/N: This is only my personal opinion but I think that Connor and Cordy being involved is just SICK! What were the writers thinking? What are they gonna call it? "How Cordy got her groove back."
Summary: The fang gang goes back to the hotel to break the sad news about Leslie's jerk of a father. (This is pretty short.)
CHAPTER 21
Connor heard the door open. He and Leslie quickly stopped kissing and sat up straight like nothing had happened. Lucky for them no one noticed.
"Hey, kids," sighed Gunn.
"So what's up?" asked Leslie, standing. "Did you see my father?"
"Yes, sweetie," said Fred uneasily.
Leslie's face turned. "He hates me, right?"
"Wait a sec. We don't know for-" Cordy started.
"Yes, he hates you. You don't belong with that guy, baby cakes," Lorne cut in. "He's trouble."
"So that's it? What am I going to do?" said Leslie.
"We'll figure something out," said Angel.
"No. It's okay," said Leslie. She turned to Connor. "I'll just stay with Kathy for a while. But thank you all." She headed away.
"Leslie, wait a minute," said Connor. "Let us help."
"Connor, please. Unless you have some new dad recruits then I'm helpless," said the pretty girl. She left out of the hotel.
Connor sat back on the couch with a sigh. "Great," he muttered.
Angel went over and sat next to him. "It's okay, son. We'll figure something out."
"Yeah, Connor. It'll be taken care of," said Cordy.
"Okay," Connor sighed.
Angel stared at his son's face. "Connor, are you wearing lip stick?"
Connor's eyes grew. He quickly rubbed the red makeup off of his lips. "Uh, yeah. Girls aren't the only ones who like to have bright lips. I was just experimenting. It won't happen again, Dad."
"Oh, yeah," said Gunn sarcastically, looking at Fred. "That's it."
"I gotta go, uh, do some, um, err, stuff," stuttered Connor. "Bye, now." He left the room quickly.