Alright, this has got to be the biggest awkward silence moment ive ever had...
I look over at Faith, and she's eating cheese fries and a burger, her favorite.
And I can't help but feel guilty.
So guilty I want to cry.
//where do we go...from here?//
It feels like all that she did to me...us...it couldn't compare to years in Jail.
It was a pretty close race i guess.
Instead of taking her to my place, I decided she could stay at Angel's with me, and I'd call the rest of the gang up later.
It was a hotel, might as well be used like one right?
*~*~*~*~*~
"Oh...my...god. Willow, Is that Alice donner?"
Willow looks down confusedly at her skirt "Um...I guess..?"
Cordelia hugs her "I knew all that tormenting you in highschool about your fashion sense would do you some good!"
It was nice to see some things didn't change in this screwed up world..
Connor came down the stairs two at a time, obviously showing off.
Dawn raises an eyebrow and looks at the teenager and nudges Buffy lightly.
"Who's the hottie?"
Buffy frowns, acknowledging the boy for the first time and looks at Angel a moment, seeing a resemblence, and her frown deepens.
"I believe I'm about to find out..."
She firmly took angel by the arm and steered him right back into his office, fighting back the urge to slam the door off it's hinges.
"Who's the boy Angel? He looks like you, he moves like you....and here's the funny thing, everytime i look at him, everyone who works here gives me this look, and suspiciously starts busying themselves with something. Seem a little awkward to you?"
Oh man, he has the nerve to actually look me in the eye AND say this.
"He's my son."
I sit...or fall rather...into the chair.
"And shouldn't I be asking you the same question? Like why Spike is here.
The Vampire who made killing you, a sport...."
This is so like him! Trying to change the subject when were talking about him! AHH!
I stand up and put my hands on the desk "Gee, that's all vampire's isn't it angel?"
"I have a soul."
"DING DING DING! what do we have for him Johnny? DUH! I know that! that doesn't
mean you can't kill, it just means you'll feel bad about it! Spike has a fricken
chip in his head that prevents him from even beating up a human!
so tell me angel, who's the real bloodsucker here?!"
I take a breathe, and spill all the anger from inside of me, which i think we all know, is never a good thing.
"And let's not forget who made a sport out of killing my watcher's GIRLFRIEND!! So let's not point fingers, because i think we all know who like's to touch and go...or should i say torment and leave?"
Ohh....I have so just crossed the line, I tend to Wig out way too often.
I look over at Faith, and she's eating cheese fries and a burger, her favorite.
And I can't help but feel guilty.
So guilty I want to cry.
//where do we go...from here?//
It feels like all that she did to me...us...it couldn't compare to years in Jail.
It was a pretty close race i guess.
Instead of taking her to my place, I decided she could stay at Angel's with me, and I'd call the rest of the gang up later.
It was a hotel, might as well be used like one right?
*~*~*~*~*~
"Oh...my...god. Willow, Is that Alice donner?"
Willow looks down confusedly at her skirt "Um...I guess..?"
Cordelia hugs her "I knew all that tormenting you in highschool about your fashion sense would do you some good!"
It was nice to see some things didn't change in this screwed up world..
Connor came down the stairs two at a time, obviously showing off.
Dawn raises an eyebrow and looks at the teenager and nudges Buffy lightly.
"Who's the hottie?"
Buffy frowns, acknowledging the boy for the first time and looks at Angel a moment, seeing a resemblence, and her frown deepens.
"I believe I'm about to find out..."
She firmly took angel by the arm and steered him right back into his office, fighting back the urge to slam the door off it's hinges.
"Who's the boy Angel? He looks like you, he moves like you....and here's the funny thing, everytime i look at him, everyone who works here gives me this look, and suspiciously starts busying themselves with something. Seem a little awkward to you?"
Oh man, he has the nerve to actually look me in the eye AND say this.
"He's my son."
I sit...or fall rather...into the chair.
"And shouldn't I be asking you the same question? Like why Spike is here.
The Vampire who made killing you, a sport...."
This is so like him! Trying to change the subject when were talking about him! AHH!
I stand up and put my hands on the desk "Gee, that's all vampire's isn't it angel?"
"I have a soul."
"DING DING DING! what do we have for him Johnny? DUH! I know that! that doesn't
mean you can't kill, it just means you'll feel bad about it! Spike has a fricken
chip in his head that prevents him from even beating up a human!
so tell me angel, who's the real bloodsucker here?!"
I take a breathe, and spill all the anger from inside of me, which i think we all know, is never a good thing.
"And let's not forget who made a sport out of killing my watcher's GIRLFRIEND!! So let's not point fingers, because i think we all know who like's to touch and go...or should i say torment and leave?"
Ohh....I have so just crossed the line, I tend to Wig out way too often.