(AN) It's been a long time but I decided to revive this story
Buffy stood outside Angel's apartment. As much as she had planned to avoid him until he confessed, explained, apologised or whatever, she was there. She had lay awake for hours the night before thinking of possible scenarios in which this could all be explained, without Angel having lied to her. She hadn't come up with anything, and if in doubt, go to the source for an explanation.
She raised her hand to knock on the door, but lowered it again soon after. This was the third time she had gone through this routine. She sighed, why couldn't she just knock on the door, she'd done it before. But this time was different, there was something going on and she wasn't sure of Angel's status in it all.
Buffy took a deep breath and raised her hand once again. She was about to knock when the door swung open. Angel stood in the doorway, shirtless and sleepy looking. 'Forgotten how to knock?' He asked her with a small smile 'it's easy' he took her hand in his and knocked it against the open door 'see'. She withdrew her hand and smiled, slightly embarrassed that he knew how long she had been standing there.
Buffy took a step forward, expecting him to step back and allow her entry into his apartment. Angel didn't budge and Buffy found her face centimetres from his chest. She looked up and her eyes meet his. She held his gaze for as long as she could before adverting her gaze to the ground and stepping back. She tried to glance behind him to see if there was anyone in there, why else would he so discreetly deny her entrance. His body was conveniently blocking all sight and Buffy was frustrated, not knowing whether he was doing it purposely or not.
They stood there in silence, neither willing to begin. Buffy's hand reached for a stand of stray blonde hair and she began to nervously twirl it around her finger.
Angel caved. 'So whats up Buffy? You don't usually visit during the day'
'So I'm not allowed to visit you now' She quickly snapped defensively
'I don't mean it like that..' Angel replied softly
'How do you mean it then?' Buffy questioned him
'I mean, it's nice to see you' he said shaking his head in confusion 'Buffy, what's wrong?'
Buffy paused. Now would be the time to come clean and ask him straight out what was going on. But that would just make life easy, and for some reason Buffy never took the easy road.
'Um, well I was wondering if you knew anything about the holiday Sunnydale vamps seem to be taking. You've got your ear to the under ground right? You must have heard something'
Angel frowned, causing Buffy to frown too, her expression mirroring his. 'The underground has been fairly quiet lately' he told her 'I haven't heard anything to explain it, but if I do, I'll tell you straightaway'
Angel seemed reluctant to go on, and Buffy felt uncomfortable standing there out in the hall. His piercing gaze made her feel naked, like he could strip away her cover and knew exactly what she was thinking. And she was thinking that he was lying. Buffy could tell he was hiding something.
There was a crash from inside his apartment and Angel seemed to jump nervously, glancing behind him. He turned back to Buffy. 'Don't you want to see what that was?' She asked him, rasing her eyebrows and leaning sideways to get a better look inside. He stepped in front of her, blocking her view.
She looked at him questioningly. 'I know what it was' he quickly assured her There was a pause
'Well, what was it?' She asked, feeling irritated 'My, ah, my cat'
'Your cat' she echoed unbelievingly 'you got a pet?' Angel nodded, a goofy smile on his face Buffy sighed, defeated.
'When you decide to grow up and tell me what's really going on maybe we will talk. But I cant guarantee I will welcome someone back into my life once they've lied to me' Buffy told him calmly before walking away without looking back.
Buffy stood outside Angel's apartment. As much as she had planned to avoid him until he confessed, explained, apologised or whatever, she was there. She had lay awake for hours the night before thinking of possible scenarios in which this could all be explained, without Angel having lied to her. She hadn't come up with anything, and if in doubt, go to the source for an explanation.
She raised her hand to knock on the door, but lowered it again soon after. This was the third time she had gone through this routine. She sighed, why couldn't she just knock on the door, she'd done it before. But this time was different, there was something going on and she wasn't sure of Angel's status in it all.
Buffy took a deep breath and raised her hand once again. She was about to knock when the door swung open. Angel stood in the doorway, shirtless and sleepy looking. 'Forgotten how to knock?' He asked her with a small smile 'it's easy' he took her hand in his and knocked it against the open door 'see'. She withdrew her hand and smiled, slightly embarrassed that he knew how long she had been standing there.
Buffy took a step forward, expecting him to step back and allow her entry into his apartment. Angel didn't budge and Buffy found her face centimetres from his chest. She looked up and her eyes meet his. She held his gaze for as long as she could before adverting her gaze to the ground and stepping back. She tried to glance behind him to see if there was anyone in there, why else would he so discreetly deny her entrance. His body was conveniently blocking all sight and Buffy was frustrated, not knowing whether he was doing it purposely or not.
They stood there in silence, neither willing to begin. Buffy's hand reached for a stand of stray blonde hair and she began to nervously twirl it around her finger.
Angel caved. 'So whats up Buffy? You don't usually visit during the day'
'So I'm not allowed to visit you now' She quickly snapped defensively
'I don't mean it like that..' Angel replied softly
'How do you mean it then?' Buffy questioned him
'I mean, it's nice to see you' he said shaking his head in confusion 'Buffy, what's wrong?'
Buffy paused. Now would be the time to come clean and ask him straight out what was going on. But that would just make life easy, and for some reason Buffy never took the easy road.
'Um, well I was wondering if you knew anything about the holiday Sunnydale vamps seem to be taking. You've got your ear to the under ground right? You must have heard something'
Angel frowned, causing Buffy to frown too, her expression mirroring his. 'The underground has been fairly quiet lately' he told her 'I haven't heard anything to explain it, but if I do, I'll tell you straightaway'
Angel seemed reluctant to go on, and Buffy felt uncomfortable standing there out in the hall. His piercing gaze made her feel naked, like he could strip away her cover and knew exactly what she was thinking. And she was thinking that he was lying. Buffy could tell he was hiding something.
There was a crash from inside his apartment and Angel seemed to jump nervously, glancing behind him. He turned back to Buffy. 'Don't you want to see what that was?' She asked him, rasing her eyebrows and leaning sideways to get a better look inside. He stepped in front of her, blocking her view.
She looked at him questioningly. 'I know what it was' he quickly assured her There was a pause
'Well, what was it?' She asked, feeling irritated 'My, ah, my cat'
'Your cat' she echoed unbelievingly 'you got a pet?' Angel nodded, a goofy smile on his face Buffy sighed, defeated.
'When you decide to grow up and tell me what's really going on maybe we will talk. But I cant guarantee I will welcome someone back into my life once they've lied to me' Buffy told him calmly before walking away without looking back.
