Title- Lonely No More
Author- Static Disturbed
Disclaimer- Not mine. Never have been. Joss and Mutant Enemy own it all
Summary- Bufy and Angel are actually getting romantic now. Don't worry
there is a lot of this story left. I plan on making it very long
"So look I'm sorry about this..." Angel said shoving his hands into his pockets and looking around at her house. It was nice... a hell of a lot nicer then his house. And there was an expensive looking SUV in the driveway. His grand mom had been driver the same Buick for six years.
"There's nothing to be sorry for. I had a good time you know until that guy tried to kill you but besides that I had a lot of fun. I haven't had fun like that in a while" she reassured him. Oz had dropped her off and Angel had volunteered to walk her to the door and then walk home by himself.
"Really? Well good. I'm glad... wow aren't we in an awkward situation? Standing here at your door under the porch light" he laughed nervously, Buffy grinned
"According to all the movies I've seen this is the part where you kiss me" she said openly taking a few steps toward him. Angel pulled at his collar visibly becoming more nervous from her bold comment.
"According to all the movies I've seen, the moment I kiss you your mother will open the door" he counter parted but took a few steps forward closing the gap between them.
"She's asleep," Buffy whispered as his lips descended on hers. He was so tall that she had to stand on her tipy toes and he put his hands on her tiny waist to hold her steady. They stayed like that until they both needed to break away to breathe.
"I should get home," Angel said remembering what time it was. His mind was spinning. He felt alive...alive for the very first time.
"Okay...why don't you call me tomorrow?" Buffy asked still reeling from the kiss. Her whole body was tingling. It was the most amazing thing she had ever felt.
"I don't have your number," he said. Buffy swore inside her head. She didn't even know her new phone number yet.
"Okay then why don't we meet up at that diner on Market Street? At 12:00? We can do something," she suggested. Angel smiled. He had a date with Buffy Summers.
"I'll be there...bye" he leaned down and kissed her once again before walking off the porch.
Buffy closed her bedroom door and as soon as she had entered her room she began jumping up and down with excitement. Her and Angel had kissed. It had been utterly amazing. He was a way better kisser then Pike. And he made her feel loved. She had never felt lie that before. Her father had used to call her names. He told her she was ugly one night. She never felt beautiful after that. Not until now. Angel made her feel beautiful by just looking at her. She had been worried about him when that guy had punched him and he hadn't gotten up. He'd been out for at least five minutes. The cops had shown up and they had hustled Angel into Oz's van. It had been exciting but she had been more focused on Angel then the thrill of her first police flee. As she changed into her pajamas she noticed the answering machine blinking on her telephone and pressed the play button
"Buffy! It's Cordelia where the hell are you? Two nights in a row you've been avoiding us. You pull this again and you can say good-bye to any type of popularity Summers. If you wrong me I'll make your life a living hell" she heard the sound of the phone slam down and that was the end of the message. Buffy put her finger on the delete button and pressed down. She didn't care what Cordelia did to her. This was the end of it all even if it meant she would never be popular. She would never be the evil cheerleader again.
The first thing Angel felt as he awoke the next morning was the throbbing pain on the side of his face and the rest of his body. That guy had certainly done a number on him. He wobbled over to the mirror and examined the large dark bruise that had formed where the hit that had knocked him out had struck. His stomach hurt as well and his back. Careful not to wake Trey whom he shared a room with he grabbed his bottle of Tylenol from his desk drawer and started to walk down the hall to the bathroom. It was early and he assumed his grandma was still asleep. After taking two of the painkillers he started to return to his room. Suddenly he heard a noise coming from Shelly's room and opened the door. She was leaned over her trashcan vomiting. He knelt by her and held her hair as all of alcohol she had illegally consumed the night before caught up with her.
"You know you're supposed to do that in the toilet," he informed her as she sat up and wiped her chin with her sleeve.
"I couldn't make it," she said softly then she noticed the bruise on her brother's face and the events of the night before came back to her. She had not known Angel was going to be at the club. She'd thought he was going to be at Faith's party all night. Once she had arrived she had began to drink and by the time the fight had broke out she had been wasted.
"I'm sorry," she said quietly getting to her feet wobbly. Angel helped her over to her bed and sat down next to her.
"I think we covered this last night in the back of Oz's van," he said
"Frankly I don't remember much except... when he knocked you out... I was so scared that you were like dead or something" she confessed the guilt filling her.
"Well I'm alive. Shell I don't know exactly what's been happening with you and maybe that's my fault. Maybe I'm not as good a brother as I should be..." he said quietly but she cut him off
"No Angel! You're a great big brother"
"Okay...but I still don't know what you're going through and I realize you know it must be hard for you not having a mom or dad to talk to but you need to tell me things. I can help you I promise," he said seriously as his mind drifted back to the dream he had had when he was knocked out. She grinned at him
"Okay...hey who was that girl last night?"
"I thought you didn't remember last night"
"I remember the important stuff".
"Where are you off to?" Joyce asked as her daughter made her way down the stairs dressed. Buffy hardly got up by 11:30 on Sunday. Buffy shrugged.
"Nowhere important. Just out"
"Oh. So you aren't going to meet that boy I saw you kissing on the front porch last night?" Joyce asked peering over her newspaper. She laughed at the look on Buffy's face
"Mom! You were supposed to be sleeping!" Buffy yelled then covered her mouth. But it was too late.
"I'm your mother it's my job to spy. He was an....interesting looking boy"
"Yes he's very interesting and smart and.... I have to met him in twenty minutes so good-bye!" Buffy ran out the door and Joyce laughed.
The diner was something straight out of a movie. Waitresses in pale pink uniforms with little hats bright eye shadow. Buffy sat in the back booth sipping at her coffee waiting for Angel to arrive. She had arrived ten minutes early because she was fleeing her mother. She didn't really mind her mom knowing about Angel. Joyce was a very open-minded person. Buffy was kind of glad. It wasn't like she had many friends to talk about her boyfriend with. She froze. Was he her boyfriend? She had no idea. They had kissed but she wasn't sure if that qualified them as boyfriend and girlfriend. She was so deep in thought that she didn't notice him walk up to the booth
"Hi" she jumped and looked up to find him sitting across from her with an amused smile. He had a pretty bad bruise but he seemed to be in high spirits.
"Hey...nice shiner" she greeted him
"Thanks. I must say this is one of my more impressive ones. I'm not sure f anyone has hit me with that much force before...but I'm fine. Everything's cool" he informed her. She assumed he had reconciled with his sister. He was wearing a black 'Rancid' t-shirt and a simple pair of baggy jeans. His red tipped hair was spiked up as always. She was wearing a black spaghetti strap tank top and jeans.
"So let's talk," she said looking him right in the eyes. He had the deepest eyes she had ever seen. They were an extremely dark brown; in certain lights they even looked black. They were so deep full of pain but yet still full of humor and joy.
"About what?" he asked skimming the menu on the table
"I don't know. I don't really know too much about you," she said shrugging her shoulders.
"Okay. But you have to ell me your story afterwards"
"Deal".
"Well my name is Angel Donnelly. I'm 16 years old and I will be 17 in exactly four and a half months. I've lived in Sunnydale all my life. My mom died when I was eight. My dad left a week later. I have a sister and a brother. Shelly who you saw last night and Trey. They're twins and fourteen years old. Uh... William is my best friend since I was six and uh that's about it" he said shrugging. Buffy looked at him sympathetically. His must have been so hard losing his mother and father. Especially in such horrible ways.
"I'm sorry about your parents. Where do you live now?" she asked curiously.
"With my grand mom...ever since my mom died and my dad... um so spill. I want to know it all Summers" he grinned and leaned his head on his arms. She looked so beautiful. He could sit and stare at her all day
"Well I am as well 16 years old. My birthday isn't until May though. I was born in Los Angeles and lived there until a month ago. Um I have a half sister named Crystal. Our dad married my mom when Crystal was one. Um my parents divorced officially a month ago. Crystal stayed there because my mom isn't her real mom and that's about it," she said. She looked up and found Angel smiling at her
"What?" she asked blushing.
"Nothing. You're just so beautiful". Buffy felt her cheeks turn red and looked down at her lap
"Oh...." she said softly. Angel laughed...
"Oh my god! Buffy Summers what are you doing with that freak?" Cordelia Chase's loud shrill voice interrupted their perfect moment.
"So look I'm sorry about this..." Angel said shoving his hands into his pockets and looking around at her house. It was nice... a hell of a lot nicer then his house. And there was an expensive looking SUV in the driveway. His grand mom had been driver the same Buick for six years.
"There's nothing to be sorry for. I had a good time you know until that guy tried to kill you but besides that I had a lot of fun. I haven't had fun like that in a while" she reassured him. Oz had dropped her off and Angel had volunteered to walk her to the door and then walk home by himself.
"Really? Well good. I'm glad... wow aren't we in an awkward situation? Standing here at your door under the porch light" he laughed nervously, Buffy grinned
"According to all the movies I've seen this is the part where you kiss me" she said openly taking a few steps toward him. Angel pulled at his collar visibly becoming more nervous from her bold comment.
"According to all the movies I've seen, the moment I kiss you your mother will open the door" he counter parted but took a few steps forward closing the gap between them.
"She's asleep," Buffy whispered as his lips descended on hers. He was so tall that she had to stand on her tipy toes and he put his hands on her tiny waist to hold her steady. They stayed like that until they both needed to break away to breathe.
"I should get home," Angel said remembering what time it was. His mind was spinning. He felt alive...alive for the very first time.
"Okay...why don't you call me tomorrow?" Buffy asked still reeling from the kiss. Her whole body was tingling. It was the most amazing thing she had ever felt.
"I don't have your number," he said. Buffy swore inside her head. She didn't even know her new phone number yet.
"Okay then why don't we meet up at that diner on Market Street? At 12:00? We can do something," she suggested. Angel smiled. He had a date with Buffy Summers.
"I'll be there...bye" he leaned down and kissed her once again before walking off the porch.
Buffy closed her bedroom door and as soon as she had entered her room she began jumping up and down with excitement. Her and Angel had kissed. It had been utterly amazing. He was a way better kisser then Pike. And he made her feel loved. She had never felt lie that before. Her father had used to call her names. He told her she was ugly one night. She never felt beautiful after that. Not until now. Angel made her feel beautiful by just looking at her. She had been worried about him when that guy had punched him and he hadn't gotten up. He'd been out for at least five minutes. The cops had shown up and they had hustled Angel into Oz's van. It had been exciting but she had been more focused on Angel then the thrill of her first police flee. As she changed into her pajamas she noticed the answering machine blinking on her telephone and pressed the play button
"Buffy! It's Cordelia where the hell are you? Two nights in a row you've been avoiding us. You pull this again and you can say good-bye to any type of popularity Summers. If you wrong me I'll make your life a living hell" she heard the sound of the phone slam down and that was the end of the message. Buffy put her finger on the delete button and pressed down. She didn't care what Cordelia did to her. This was the end of it all even if it meant she would never be popular. She would never be the evil cheerleader again.
The first thing Angel felt as he awoke the next morning was the throbbing pain on the side of his face and the rest of his body. That guy had certainly done a number on him. He wobbled over to the mirror and examined the large dark bruise that had formed where the hit that had knocked him out had struck. His stomach hurt as well and his back. Careful not to wake Trey whom he shared a room with he grabbed his bottle of Tylenol from his desk drawer and started to walk down the hall to the bathroom. It was early and he assumed his grandma was still asleep. After taking two of the painkillers he started to return to his room. Suddenly he heard a noise coming from Shelly's room and opened the door. She was leaned over her trashcan vomiting. He knelt by her and held her hair as all of alcohol she had illegally consumed the night before caught up with her.
"You know you're supposed to do that in the toilet," he informed her as she sat up and wiped her chin with her sleeve.
"I couldn't make it," she said softly then she noticed the bruise on her brother's face and the events of the night before came back to her. She had not known Angel was going to be at the club. She'd thought he was going to be at Faith's party all night. Once she had arrived she had began to drink and by the time the fight had broke out she had been wasted.
"I'm sorry," she said quietly getting to her feet wobbly. Angel helped her over to her bed and sat down next to her.
"I think we covered this last night in the back of Oz's van," he said
"Frankly I don't remember much except... when he knocked you out... I was so scared that you were like dead or something" she confessed the guilt filling her.
"Well I'm alive. Shell I don't know exactly what's been happening with you and maybe that's my fault. Maybe I'm not as good a brother as I should be..." he said quietly but she cut him off
"No Angel! You're a great big brother"
"Okay...but I still don't know what you're going through and I realize you know it must be hard for you not having a mom or dad to talk to but you need to tell me things. I can help you I promise," he said seriously as his mind drifted back to the dream he had had when he was knocked out. She grinned at him
"Okay...hey who was that girl last night?"
"I thought you didn't remember last night"
"I remember the important stuff".
"Where are you off to?" Joyce asked as her daughter made her way down the stairs dressed. Buffy hardly got up by 11:30 on Sunday. Buffy shrugged.
"Nowhere important. Just out"
"Oh. So you aren't going to meet that boy I saw you kissing on the front porch last night?" Joyce asked peering over her newspaper. She laughed at the look on Buffy's face
"Mom! You were supposed to be sleeping!" Buffy yelled then covered her mouth. But it was too late.
"I'm your mother it's my job to spy. He was an....interesting looking boy"
"Yes he's very interesting and smart and.... I have to met him in twenty minutes so good-bye!" Buffy ran out the door and Joyce laughed.
The diner was something straight out of a movie. Waitresses in pale pink uniforms with little hats bright eye shadow. Buffy sat in the back booth sipping at her coffee waiting for Angel to arrive. She had arrived ten minutes early because she was fleeing her mother. She didn't really mind her mom knowing about Angel. Joyce was a very open-minded person. Buffy was kind of glad. It wasn't like she had many friends to talk about her boyfriend with. She froze. Was he her boyfriend? She had no idea. They had kissed but she wasn't sure if that qualified them as boyfriend and girlfriend. She was so deep in thought that she didn't notice him walk up to the booth
"Hi" she jumped and looked up to find him sitting across from her with an amused smile. He had a pretty bad bruise but he seemed to be in high spirits.
"Hey...nice shiner" she greeted him
"Thanks. I must say this is one of my more impressive ones. I'm not sure f anyone has hit me with that much force before...but I'm fine. Everything's cool" he informed her. She assumed he had reconciled with his sister. He was wearing a black 'Rancid' t-shirt and a simple pair of baggy jeans. His red tipped hair was spiked up as always. She was wearing a black spaghetti strap tank top and jeans.
"So let's talk," she said looking him right in the eyes. He had the deepest eyes she had ever seen. They were an extremely dark brown; in certain lights they even looked black. They were so deep full of pain but yet still full of humor and joy.
"About what?" he asked skimming the menu on the table
"I don't know. I don't really know too much about you," she said shrugging her shoulders.
"Okay. But you have to ell me your story afterwards"
"Deal".
"Well my name is Angel Donnelly. I'm 16 years old and I will be 17 in exactly four and a half months. I've lived in Sunnydale all my life. My mom died when I was eight. My dad left a week later. I have a sister and a brother. Shelly who you saw last night and Trey. They're twins and fourteen years old. Uh... William is my best friend since I was six and uh that's about it" he said shrugging. Buffy looked at him sympathetically. His must have been so hard losing his mother and father. Especially in such horrible ways.
"I'm sorry about your parents. Where do you live now?" she asked curiously.
"With my grand mom...ever since my mom died and my dad... um so spill. I want to know it all Summers" he grinned and leaned his head on his arms. She looked so beautiful. He could sit and stare at her all day
"Well I am as well 16 years old. My birthday isn't until May though. I was born in Los Angeles and lived there until a month ago. Um I have a half sister named Crystal. Our dad married my mom when Crystal was one. Um my parents divorced officially a month ago. Crystal stayed there because my mom isn't her real mom and that's about it," she said. She looked up and found Angel smiling at her
"What?" she asked blushing.
"Nothing. You're just so beautiful". Buffy felt her cheeks turn red and looked down at her lap
"Oh...." she said softly. Angel laughed...
"Oh my god! Buffy Summers what are you doing with that freak?" Cordelia Chase's loud shrill voice interrupted their perfect moment.
