CHAPTER FIVE - Right Said Fred
A/N: Ok, the title might not have anything to do with this story. (I'm not
gonna tell you if it does.nanananana.) However, Emily and I are obsessed
with this music video Charmax made using the song "Right Said Fred." Go.
Download it. Now. Well, after you finish the chapter.
Thanks for reviewing everybody! You guys rock! Also, I understand there was some confusion over Brianna and Buffy. Brianna is Angel's girlfriend. She isn't Buffy. Buffy is Brianna's little sister.
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Angel woke up first that morning, still in slight pain from the fight. Not in pain from what happened after the fight, though.the one good thing about being covered in blood and bruises: you get to play doctor.
Angel shifted a little, which made Brianna wake up, given the fact that their bodies were-
CAFFEINE TED: Hello!
"Are you feeling any better?" Brianna asked Angel.
"After that, hell yeah." Angel replied.
"I was referring to your face."
"Sorry. Hanging out with Spike can." He trailed off. There would be no hanging out with Spike today. If they did happen to encounter each other, there would most likely be another fight. Which was something that Angel did not want to re-experience. Might as well just stay in bed with Brianna all day long, then. That would be nice. Angel thought.
"I'm sorry about the whole Spike thing. But it wasn't your fault, so don't get too worked up over it."
"It's hard, but I'll try."
"Good." She leaned up to kiss him, when a thought crossed her mind. "Hey, did someone try to ring my apartment last night?"
Angel tried to remember. "Maybe. I can't really remember anything besides."
"Maybe a little time apart from Spike will be good for you. Not that I don't want you to be friends with him but-" Angel put his finger over her lips to shush her.
"Too early to ramble." Brianna looked over at the clock.
"It's noon, Angel."
"All the same."
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"Get up, lazy." Fred said, waking Connor up.
"Sorry."
"Whatever. You should probably call your mom. Apparently she's about to have a hemorrhage if she doesn't hear from you soon. She, uh, she called here."
"Thanks." Connor said, getting out of the bed. He was still in his jeans from the previous night, and his shirt was lying on the chair in the corner. Fred couldn't help but stare as he went over to pick it up. She sighed. Sure, she'd seen him with his shirt off before, from when they were little toddlers in the kiddie swimming pool to their class trips to the beach, but she never really got sick of seeing him. He pulled on the shirt. "Hey, Fred?"
"Hey Connor."
"Thanks for helping out me and Dawn. It was really.cool of you." He just said that I did something cool. That's happened about zero times before in my life, Fred thought.
"Um, thanks. It was nothing." Yeah, it was a whole lot of nothing. Like making sure my parents were asleep before I let them in, and finding the first aid kits, and bandaging them up and getting ice for their bruises and making sure that Dawn didn't sneak into Connor's room and I'm not bitter. No way.
"No, it really meant a lot to me that you would help me out. I just knew I could come to you. You're so reliable."
"Er, thanks." Reliable. The fun ends there.
"I better go call."
"Right." Fred straightened up as Connor awkwardly went out of the room.
"No, Mom, I'm fine. I'm fine. No, I did not get mugged. I just slept over at Fred's, okay? Yeah, I know. Nothing happened, Mom, it's Fred. Mom, come on. No, I am not stoned. That was Angel. Okay. I'm fine. You didn't just hear that thing about Angel. Where's he? He's over at.er, never mind. Yes, I'm sure that I'm still alive. I love you. Bye." Connor hung up the kitchen phone. Dawn came in.
"Hey." She greeted him.
"Hey. Are you gonna call your parents?" There was really no other question to ask. Everything else was so.blah.
"Well, I can't, cause they're in Europe on their second honeymoon and all, but.I think I might go over to Xander and see if everything's okay. I'll just hang out there for a while. I don't think you should come with me, unless you want a brutal axe murdering first thing in the morning."
"Damn, I usually have one of those with my breakfast." Dawn didn't laugh, which he understood. "So, I'll see you Monday?"
"Yeah. Um, bye."
"Bye."
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How much did this suck? Falling asleep- no, passing out on your parents' lawn after hitting just about your favorite person in the world and having to deal with a mother of a hangover. Wow, that does suck. I need rehab so bad. Is there rehab for fucking up your life?
Yeah there is. Therapy. Now who do I know who knows shit about therapy?
Oh, right. The poofter's girlfriend.
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"Neither one of them came home." Xander said for about the millionth time.
"We've established this." Oz replied.
"But, will either one of them ever come home? I mean, they just left their stuff here, and their.stuff. Where would Spike go?"
"Faith's?" Oz suggested.
"Good point." Xander realized. "But Angel! Where would he go?"
"Brianna's?" Oz tried.
"But he hasn't.you know.done it with her yet. It'd be awkward for him to.there's no way he's over there."
"He's there."
"No wonder the two were such good friends. When in trouble, fuck your girlfriend. Hey, I'm in trouble. Where's my girlfriend? I should go call Willow."
"Maybe not." Oz said. Did that statement actually come out of my mouth? He thought.
"Why not?"
"Because you'd be doing it with her for the wrong reason." Oz said.
"By golly, you're right!" Xander stood up. "I do everything for the wrong reasons! I do everything for myself! Or for myself so I can be like other people! What's that called again?"
"A conformist?"
"Exactly, one of those guys! I mean, why am I at college? My friends are, my parents want me to be. Everything in my life I do so I can be like everyone else and fit in! That's why I'm not cool, right? I mean, you don't try to fit in! Look at you! You're the coolest guy I know! If I put less effort into being like other people, I can be more like."
"Yourself?"
"You are brilliant! I need to go work on that!"
He didn't get the chance. The doorbell rang. Xander went to go get it.
"Dawn. Come on in." She did.
"Is Spike here?" She asked her older brother.
"Uh, no. He didn't come home last night- what happened to your face?"
Dawn tried her best not to cry, but it was hard as she tried to explain what had happened last night to Xander and the random guy on the couch.
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The doorbell rang. It couldn't be him, coming back that soon. He'd practically left an hour ago. Then who the hell was it?
Brianna opened the door to find Spike standing there, looking like he'd slept on a lawn all night.
"Is Angel here?" Spike asked her.
"Um, no, he left a while ago, but I can call him if you wanna talk or-"
"No. Last thing I want is to talk to him right now. I wanted to see you. Alone." This is getting ridiculously creepy, Brianna thought.
"Uh, okay. Come on in. I just need to get something from the kitchen, sit down right here." She said, motioning to an armchair as she backed into the kitchen. She grabbed her can of pepper spray out of her purse and stuffed it in her sweatshirt pocket in case he tried anything. She came back into the living room and sat down on the edge of the couch, one hand grasping the can inside her sweatshirt pocket. "So, what did you want to talk to me about?"
"Look, I'm real messed up. I.did some stuff last night that-"
"Spike, Angel's fine."
"Not Angel. Well, not just him. Dawn.there was an accident.I hit her and I just feel really strange. I think I need to talk to someone. Someone real smart and someone who knows about psychology or whatever, and the only person I could think of is you. So, what's the what? How does this work? Do you like, take notes and do I lie down and crap?"
"Spike?"
"Yes doctor?"
"This won't work. I mean, I totally agree that you need help, but it can't be from me."
"Why not?"
"For one thing, I'm still a student. Another, even if I was a registered psychologist and everything, I have a relationship with someone that you're having some problems with right now, and I'll probably take his side because I.because I think I'm in love with him. And I know, that sounds like bullshit to you, but I really can't help you."
"Well, then, I guess I'm just wasting your precious time, love. I'll get outta your way." Spike stood up.
"Spike, sit back down." He sat. "I can get someone to talk to you. My dad's a psychologist, and he could probably help you with a lot of your problems." She reached into a drawer in the table next to her and searched around. She pulled out a business card and handed it to him.
"Wesley Wyndham-Price. That's your dad?"
"Yeah."
"Sounds like a nancy boy."
"Shut up. I don't even know what that means."
Thanks for reviewing everybody! You guys rock! Also, I understand there was some confusion over Brianna and Buffy. Brianna is Angel's girlfriend. She isn't Buffy. Buffy is Brianna's little sister.
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Angel woke up first that morning, still in slight pain from the fight. Not in pain from what happened after the fight, though.the one good thing about being covered in blood and bruises: you get to play doctor.
Angel shifted a little, which made Brianna wake up, given the fact that their bodies were-
CAFFEINE TED: Hello!
"Are you feeling any better?" Brianna asked Angel.
"After that, hell yeah." Angel replied.
"I was referring to your face."
"Sorry. Hanging out with Spike can." He trailed off. There would be no hanging out with Spike today. If they did happen to encounter each other, there would most likely be another fight. Which was something that Angel did not want to re-experience. Might as well just stay in bed with Brianna all day long, then. That would be nice. Angel thought.
"I'm sorry about the whole Spike thing. But it wasn't your fault, so don't get too worked up over it."
"It's hard, but I'll try."
"Good." She leaned up to kiss him, when a thought crossed her mind. "Hey, did someone try to ring my apartment last night?"
Angel tried to remember. "Maybe. I can't really remember anything besides."
"Maybe a little time apart from Spike will be good for you. Not that I don't want you to be friends with him but-" Angel put his finger over her lips to shush her.
"Too early to ramble." Brianna looked over at the clock.
"It's noon, Angel."
"All the same."
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"Get up, lazy." Fred said, waking Connor up.
"Sorry."
"Whatever. You should probably call your mom. Apparently she's about to have a hemorrhage if she doesn't hear from you soon. She, uh, she called here."
"Thanks." Connor said, getting out of the bed. He was still in his jeans from the previous night, and his shirt was lying on the chair in the corner. Fred couldn't help but stare as he went over to pick it up. She sighed. Sure, she'd seen him with his shirt off before, from when they were little toddlers in the kiddie swimming pool to their class trips to the beach, but she never really got sick of seeing him. He pulled on the shirt. "Hey, Fred?"
"Hey Connor."
"Thanks for helping out me and Dawn. It was really.cool of you." He just said that I did something cool. That's happened about zero times before in my life, Fred thought.
"Um, thanks. It was nothing." Yeah, it was a whole lot of nothing. Like making sure my parents were asleep before I let them in, and finding the first aid kits, and bandaging them up and getting ice for their bruises and making sure that Dawn didn't sneak into Connor's room and I'm not bitter. No way.
"No, it really meant a lot to me that you would help me out. I just knew I could come to you. You're so reliable."
"Er, thanks." Reliable. The fun ends there.
"I better go call."
"Right." Fred straightened up as Connor awkwardly went out of the room.
"No, Mom, I'm fine. I'm fine. No, I did not get mugged. I just slept over at Fred's, okay? Yeah, I know. Nothing happened, Mom, it's Fred. Mom, come on. No, I am not stoned. That was Angel. Okay. I'm fine. You didn't just hear that thing about Angel. Where's he? He's over at.er, never mind. Yes, I'm sure that I'm still alive. I love you. Bye." Connor hung up the kitchen phone. Dawn came in.
"Hey." She greeted him.
"Hey. Are you gonna call your parents?" There was really no other question to ask. Everything else was so.blah.
"Well, I can't, cause they're in Europe on their second honeymoon and all, but.I think I might go over to Xander and see if everything's okay. I'll just hang out there for a while. I don't think you should come with me, unless you want a brutal axe murdering first thing in the morning."
"Damn, I usually have one of those with my breakfast." Dawn didn't laugh, which he understood. "So, I'll see you Monday?"
"Yeah. Um, bye."
"Bye."
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How much did this suck? Falling asleep- no, passing out on your parents' lawn after hitting just about your favorite person in the world and having to deal with a mother of a hangover. Wow, that does suck. I need rehab so bad. Is there rehab for fucking up your life?
Yeah there is. Therapy. Now who do I know who knows shit about therapy?
Oh, right. The poofter's girlfriend.
~
"Neither one of them came home." Xander said for about the millionth time.
"We've established this." Oz replied.
"But, will either one of them ever come home? I mean, they just left their stuff here, and their.stuff. Where would Spike go?"
"Faith's?" Oz suggested.
"Good point." Xander realized. "But Angel! Where would he go?"
"Brianna's?" Oz tried.
"But he hasn't.you know.done it with her yet. It'd be awkward for him to.there's no way he's over there."
"He's there."
"No wonder the two were such good friends. When in trouble, fuck your girlfriend. Hey, I'm in trouble. Where's my girlfriend? I should go call Willow."
"Maybe not." Oz said. Did that statement actually come out of my mouth? He thought.
"Why not?"
"Because you'd be doing it with her for the wrong reason." Oz said.
"By golly, you're right!" Xander stood up. "I do everything for the wrong reasons! I do everything for myself! Or for myself so I can be like other people! What's that called again?"
"A conformist?"
"Exactly, one of those guys! I mean, why am I at college? My friends are, my parents want me to be. Everything in my life I do so I can be like everyone else and fit in! That's why I'm not cool, right? I mean, you don't try to fit in! Look at you! You're the coolest guy I know! If I put less effort into being like other people, I can be more like."
"Yourself?"
"You are brilliant! I need to go work on that!"
He didn't get the chance. The doorbell rang. Xander went to go get it.
"Dawn. Come on in." She did.
"Is Spike here?" She asked her older brother.
"Uh, no. He didn't come home last night- what happened to your face?"
Dawn tried her best not to cry, but it was hard as she tried to explain what had happened last night to Xander and the random guy on the couch.
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The doorbell rang. It couldn't be him, coming back that soon. He'd practically left an hour ago. Then who the hell was it?
Brianna opened the door to find Spike standing there, looking like he'd slept on a lawn all night.
"Is Angel here?" Spike asked her.
"Um, no, he left a while ago, but I can call him if you wanna talk or-"
"No. Last thing I want is to talk to him right now. I wanted to see you. Alone." This is getting ridiculously creepy, Brianna thought.
"Uh, okay. Come on in. I just need to get something from the kitchen, sit down right here." She said, motioning to an armchair as she backed into the kitchen. She grabbed her can of pepper spray out of her purse and stuffed it in her sweatshirt pocket in case he tried anything. She came back into the living room and sat down on the edge of the couch, one hand grasping the can inside her sweatshirt pocket. "So, what did you want to talk to me about?"
"Look, I'm real messed up. I.did some stuff last night that-"
"Spike, Angel's fine."
"Not Angel. Well, not just him. Dawn.there was an accident.I hit her and I just feel really strange. I think I need to talk to someone. Someone real smart and someone who knows about psychology or whatever, and the only person I could think of is you. So, what's the what? How does this work? Do you like, take notes and do I lie down and crap?"
"Spike?"
"Yes doctor?"
"This won't work. I mean, I totally agree that you need help, but it can't be from me."
"Why not?"
"For one thing, I'm still a student. Another, even if I was a registered psychologist and everything, I have a relationship with someone that you're having some problems with right now, and I'll probably take his side because I.because I think I'm in love with him. And I know, that sounds like bullshit to you, but I really can't help you."
"Well, then, I guess I'm just wasting your precious time, love. I'll get outta your way." Spike stood up.
"Spike, sit back down." He sat. "I can get someone to talk to you. My dad's a psychologist, and he could probably help you with a lot of your problems." She reached into a drawer in the table next to her and searched around. She pulled out a business card and handed it to him.
"Wesley Wyndham-Price. That's your dad?"
"Yeah."
"Sounds like a nancy boy."
"Shut up. I don't even know what that means."