Title - Best Friends
Author - Paige
Rating - R
Summary - Buffy and Angel are best friends who grow up next door to each other. When they hit junior high, Buffy gets cool and Angel doesn't. Everything changes when she's called.
Disclaimer - Yeah right.
Distribution - Would make my day. Just ask.
Feedback - Would make the sun shine brighter.
Buffy was sitting in Angel's desk chair, twisting a Kleenex in her hands. "I'm sorry to." she smiled slightly. "I guess I'm sorry I cried all over you."
Angel shook his head. He'd run his hands through his wet hair, giving it a wild, mussed, spiky, sexy look that was really quite nice. He'd also dug out his glasses and a box of Kleenex for her. "It's no problem."
Buffy sniffled. "It should be. I've been a real bitch."
Angel smiled - a small, grim, humorless smile that she'd never seen on him before - that wouldn't have ever crossed his face when she'd really known him. "No argument here."
Buffy sighed and smoothed a hand over her long, blonde hair. "I've missed you."
Angel gave her an odd look and headed over to his closet. "Wanna know who I miss? The girl who refused to let go of my hand on the first day of kindergarten. Who used to let me sleep over when my parents fought. Who cried on the first day of junior high when she realized we didn't have all of our classes together. Who cried to her mother when I pulled her pigtails." He stared down at the shirt in his hands. "I miss my best friend."
Buffy felt a tear slide down her cheek and made no move to wipe it away. "I miss her too, but I don't know how to get her back."
Angel crossed the room and crouch in front of her, placing a hand over her heart. Any other guy she would've punched, but not Angel. "She's in there," he said softly. "I know she is. She's too strong to leave. You just have to find her again. Dig her out and brush her off."
Buffy sniffled and stared down at him as tears began to fill her eyes again. "What if you don't like her anymore?"
Angel smiled, taking her hands. "How could I not? She's Buffy. From what I remember, she's very loveable."
Buffy took a deep breath. "She's the Slayer."
Angel stared at her blankly. "Huh?"
*
"Wow."
"Yeah."
"Wow."
Buffy sent Angel an irritated look. "You said that already."
The boy glanced up from his sprawled out position on his bed, away from his contemplation of the ceiling. "Don't you think it's kinda wow-worthy?"
The petite blonde sighed and dropped into his desk chair. "I guess."
"Yeah."
There was a long, uncomfortable silence. Then Buffy went over and climbed into bed beside him, pillowing her head on his chest. Angel looked a comfortable arm around her waist and went back to his contemplation of the ceiling.
For a moment.everything was right in the world.
TBC.
Author - Paige
Rating - R
Summary - Buffy and Angel are best friends who grow up next door to each other. When they hit junior high, Buffy gets cool and Angel doesn't. Everything changes when she's called.
Disclaimer - Yeah right.
Distribution - Would make my day. Just ask.
Feedback - Would make the sun shine brighter.
Buffy was sitting in Angel's desk chair, twisting a Kleenex in her hands. "I'm sorry to." she smiled slightly. "I guess I'm sorry I cried all over you."
Angel shook his head. He'd run his hands through his wet hair, giving it a wild, mussed, spiky, sexy look that was really quite nice. He'd also dug out his glasses and a box of Kleenex for her. "It's no problem."
Buffy sniffled. "It should be. I've been a real bitch."
Angel smiled - a small, grim, humorless smile that she'd never seen on him before - that wouldn't have ever crossed his face when she'd really known him. "No argument here."
Buffy sighed and smoothed a hand over her long, blonde hair. "I've missed you."
Angel gave her an odd look and headed over to his closet. "Wanna know who I miss? The girl who refused to let go of my hand on the first day of kindergarten. Who used to let me sleep over when my parents fought. Who cried on the first day of junior high when she realized we didn't have all of our classes together. Who cried to her mother when I pulled her pigtails." He stared down at the shirt in his hands. "I miss my best friend."
Buffy felt a tear slide down her cheek and made no move to wipe it away. "I miss her too, but I don't know how to get her back."
Angel crossed the room and crouch in front of her, placing a hand over her heart. Any other guy she would've punched, but not Angel. "She's in there," he said softly. "I know she is. She's too strong to leave. You just have to find her again. Dig her out and brush her off."
Buffy sniffled and stared down at him as tears began to fill her eyes again. "What if you don't like her anymore?"
Angel smiled, taking her hands. "How could I not? She's Buffy. From what I remember, she's very loveable."
Buffy took a deep breath. "She's the Slayer."
Angel stared at her blankly. "Huh?"
*
"Wow."
"Yeah."
"Wow."
Buffy sent Angel an irritated look. "You said that already."
The boy glanced up from his sprawled out position on his bed, away from his contemplation of the ceiling. "Don't you think it's kinda wow-worthy?"
The petite blonde sighed and dropped into his desk chair. "I guess."
"Yeah."
There was a long, uncomfortable silence. Then Buffy went over and climbed into bed beside him, pillowing her head on his chest. Angel looked a comfortable arm around her waist and went back to his contemplation of the ceiling.
For a moment.everything was right in the world.
TBC.