AN: It may be totally unbelievable for some people that Angel and Andrew
are twins but this is AU. They are my two favorite characters and I
couldn't get the idea out or my head. Anyway. Hope you all like it. I'm
having more fun writing this then most of the other stories I wrote. I'm
still working on both my other stories though so don't worry. Buffy's POV.
Thanks to every1 who gave me feedback.
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I spent the whole day in the attic with them. I soon learned that Angel and Andrew were about as different as twins could get. Besides their appearance they acted like exact opposites. But somehow it worked. Like peanut butter and jelly. I mean they're completely different but work so well together. Andrew has a nervous laugh and always seems like he's afraid someone is going to jump out at him. He asks a lot of questions and has a very creative imagination. He was going on and on about how he thought the people who lived in the house before them were probably murderers. And they left all this stuff behind because they were on the lamb and didn't have time to do anything with it. I pointed out that they were near 90 years old and probably moving to a nursing home and didn't have room for all this junk. He responded with a quick 'they want you to think they're really old but it's probably a disguise. Maybe they're spy's!' Like I said, real creative imagination.
Angel on the other hand is pretty quiet, he really only spoke when asked a question and never went into over detail. But he was nice and he has a great smile. He didn't laugh much but when he did it was always because of something Andrew said. I can tell they're really close. It kind of made me wish I had a sister or brother. Anyway back to Angel, I kept catching him staring at me out of the corner of my eye. I kept staring at him though too. He's just really interesting looking. Not in a bad kind of way either. He's really cute. I mean Andrew is too but not in the same way. Angel just intrigues me. Makes me feel funny in the pit of my stomach. Not a bad kind of funny either.
By the time we went downstairs my mom was down on her hands and knees helping Lisa unload boxes. Lisa actually seemed thankful and not ready to rip her head off. I was glad cause I like hanging with Andrew and Angel. It would be horrible if their mom hated my mom. Ever since school let out I've been pretty bored. Any friends I have I'm not really close to and none of them live near me.
"Sorry mom. We got kinda sidetracked" Angel mumbled leaning down to pick up a box and start cutting it open. Lisa smiled
"That's alright. So did you guys find anything cool?" she asked. Andrew immediately broke into his spiel about the spies. It was obvious Lisa was used to it by the way she nodded and said 'only you would think of something like that Andrew' with a smile. He grinned and started helping Angel unload the box labeled 'pictures'. Mom stood up and looked at me
"I hate to say it but me and Buffy should get going. I have a gallery opening tonight and Buffy will be helping out"
"You own a gallery?" Lisa asked sounding interested. Mom nodded
"For three years now. You should stop by sometime", Mom said. I waved good-bye to Andrew and Angel and fell into step beside mom.
I hate going to the gallery more than I hate mom's jello mold. I have to get dressed up and be bored out of my mind all night while rich snots mull around and pretend to know what they're looking at. Mom makes me carry the cheese tray but usually I wind up eating all the cheese myself which earns me some disapproving looks from all the 'proper' women. Mom talks gossip and art with all the people she secretly talks about when they aren't around. Since my mom opened the gallery I've been around a lot of artists and I gotta say they're cool people. Spike's my favorite. He's 20 and lives in a loft downtown. He hates the rich people almost as much as me but they're the only ones who buy his work, and he does have to eat. So he's nice to them, but as soon as they leave he usually cuts on them and makes me crack up. He's a good friend of mine now. Kind of in a big brother way. Makes the gallery a little more bearable. Spike has peroxide bleached hair and wears leather jackets and silk shirts. And great blue eyes. It sounds like I have a crush on him but I don't, I just admire him. He's totally independent and doesn't let people make him feel bad ever. Sometimes they tell him his work needs improvement, some tell him he's horrible. He doesn't let people like that bother him. He knows he's good and that's all he needs to know. Not in a cocky way but just in a confident way.
"You gonna share that cheese with anyone or were you planning on eating it all?" he slipped up on the table in the backroom next to me and snatched a piece of cheddar from the plate.
"Indulge yourself. It's the cheap kind. Mom never buys good food for these things. She tells all them people it's some special imported shit from France". I only curse when I'm with Spike. Just some reason. I guess it's because I would never curse around mom and my friends...my friends aren't really friends. All the kids at my school are like...I guess you could call them babied. Spoiled. They aren't bad people. They just have no idea what the world is like. I'm different and we just don't click well.
"Such foul language" he mumbles sarcastically with a mouth full of cheese. Spike loves free food in any form or color. He says struggling artists love anything free.
"Two new kids moved in next-door today. They're 15 and twins. Angel and Andrew", he snickers and I know what he's thinking because I thought the same thing earlier today.
"They're cool. Very different though. Could I tell you a secret?" I'm not afraid to tell Spike anything.
"Of course"
"I think I have a crush on one of them". He nodds
"That's normal. Which one?"
"Angel. Whenever I see him I get this.... weird feeling in the pit of my stomach and when he shook my hand I felt like someone electrocuted me. But in a good way of course"
"Of course"
"And all day today I kept catching him staring at me"
"Well your lucky then. He obviously likes you back. A word of advice? Boys are cowards when it comes to girls they like. It may seem like he doesn't like you at times but probably he's just too afraid you don't like him". I nodded
"So kinda like you and the way you act around Drusilla Hensley?"
"Stuff it potty mouth". I giggled. Drusilla worked for my mom at the gallery and Spike was absolutely in love with her. He was just too afraid to ask her out. I jumped up from the counter
"Thanks for the advice Romeo".
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I spent the whole day in the attic with them. I soon learned that Angel and Andrew were about as different as twins could get. Besides their appearance they acted like exact opposites. But somehow it worked. Like peanut butter and jelly. I mean they're completely different but work so well together. Andrew has a nervous laugh and always seems like he's afraid someone is going to jump out at him. He asks a lot of questions and has a very creative imagination. He was going on and on about how he thought the people who lived in the house before them were probably murderers. And they left all this stuff behind because they were on the lamb and didn't have time to do anything with it. I pointed out that they were near 90 years old and probably moving to a nursing home and didn't have room for all this junk. He responded with a quick 'they want you to think they're really old but it's probably a disguise. Maybe they're spy's!' Like I said, real creative imagination.
Angel on the other hand is pretty quiet, he really only spoke when asked a question and never went into over detail. But he was nice and he has a great smile. He didn't laugh much but when he did it was always because of something Andrew said. I can tell they're really close. It kind of made me wish I had a sister or brother. Anyway back to Angel, I kept catching him staring at me out of the corner of my eye. I kept staring at him though too. He's just really interesting looking. Not in a bad kind of way either. He's really cute. I mean Andrew is too but not in the same way. Angel just intrigues me. Makes me feel funny in the pit of my stomach. Not a bad kind of funny either.
By the time we went downstairs my mom was down on her hands and knees helping Lisa unload boxes. Lisa actually seemed thankful and not ready to rip her head off. I was glad cause I like hanging with Andrew and Angel. It would be horrible if their mom hated my mom. Ever since school let out I've been pretty bored. Any friends I have I'm not really close to and none of them live near me.
"Sorry mom. We got kinda sidetracked" Angel mumbled leaning down to pick up a box and start cutting it open. Lisa smiled
"That's alright. So did you guys find anything cool?" she asked. Andrew immediately broke into his spiel about the spies. It was obvious Lisa was used to it by the way she nodded and said 'only you would think of something like that Andrew' with a smile. He grinned and started helping Angel unload the box labeled 'pictures'. Mom stood up and looked at me
"I hate to say it but me and Buffy should get going. I have a gallery opening tonight and Buffy will be helping out"
"You own a gallery?" Lisa asked sounding interested. Mom nodded
"For three years now. You should stop by sometime", Mom said. I waved good-bye to Andrew and Angel and fell into step beside mom.
I hate going to the gallery more than I hate mom's jello mold. I have to get dressed up and be bored out of my mind all night while rich snots mull around and pretend to know what they're looking at. Mom makes me carry the cheese tray but usually I wind up eating all the cheese myself which earns me some disapproving looks from all the 'proper' women. Mom talks gossip and art with all the people she secretly talks about when they aren't around. Since my mom opened the gallery I've been around a lot of artists and I gotta say they're cool people. Spike's my favorite. He's 20 and lives in a loft downtown. He hates the rich people almost as much as me but they're the only ones who buy his work, and he does have to eat. So he's nice to them, but as soon as they leave he usually cuts on them and makes me crack up. He's a good friend of mine now. Kind of in a big brother way. Makes the gallery a little more bearable. Spike has peroxide bleached hair and wears leather jackets and silk shirts. And great blue eyes. It sounds like I have a crush on him but I don't, I just admire him. He's totally independent and doesn't let people make him feel bad ever. Sometimes they tell him his work needs improvement, some tell him he's horrible. He doesn't let people like that bother him. He knows he's good and that's all he needs to know. Not in a cocky way but just in a confident way.
"You gonna share that cheese with anyone or were you planning on eating it all?" he slipped up on the table in the backroom next to me and snatched a piece of cheddar from the plate.
"Indulge yourself. It's the cheap kind. Mom never buys good food for these things. She tells all them people it's some special imported shit from France". I only curse when I'm with Spike. Just some reason. I guess it's because I would never curse around mom and my friends...my friends aren't really friends. All the kids at my school are like...I guess you could call them babied. Spoiled. They aren't bad people. They just have no idea what the world is like. I'm different and we just don't click well.
"Such foul language" he mumbles sarcastically with a mouth full of cheese. Spike loves free food in any form or color. He says struggling artists love anything free.
"Two new kids moved in next-door today. They're 15 and twins. Angel and Andrew", he snickers and I know what he's thinking because I thought the same thing earlier today.
"They're cool. Very different though. Could I tell you a secret?" I'm not afraid to tell Spike anything.
"Of course"
"I think I have a crush on one of them". He nodds
"That's normal. Which one?"
"Angel. Whenever I see him I get this.... weird feeling in the pit of my stomach and when he shook my hand I felt like someone electrocuted me. But in a good way of course"
"Of course"
"And all day today I kept catching him staring at me"
"Well your lucky then. He obviously likes you back. A word of advice? Boys are cowards when it comes to girls they like. It may seem like he doesn't like you at times but probably he's just too afraid you don't like him". I nodded
"So kinda like you and the way you act around Drusilla Hensley?"
"Stuff it potty mouth". I giggled. Drusilla worked for my mom at the gallery and Spike was absolutely in love with her. He was just too afraid to ask her out. I jumped up from the counter
"Thanks for the advice Romeo".
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