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AN: Wow, ya'll really like the last chapter. Sorry this one's so short.
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Angel slammed the door heard as he walked back into the house. He heard Buffy talking to her mom in the kitchen, probably telling her what had happened.
Angel flopped down onto the couch, fuming. How dare he? How dare anyone do that to the most wonderful person on earth? Sure, she wasn't innocent. She wasn't perfect. But she was the best person he knew.
Buffy walked into the living room and sat down on the couch next to Angel. She looked at her tired friend whom she loved with all her being. She knew he was having troubles of his own. His job wasn't going to well, he was having trouble keeping up in school because of it, and Darla wouldn't give him any space to straighten it all out. She was in awe of his devotion to her, to ignore his problems to help her with hers. Then, she fell in love with him even more.
"Come on," Buffy said, pulling him off the couch and leading him up the stairs. "You need some sleep. You like terrible."
"Huh, thanks," Angel smiled. Buffy returned it.
Angel lay down on her bed, closing his eyes immediately. He really was tired. He realized he had probably been running on adrenaline since the phone call.
"Angel?" Buffy asked.
"What?" Angel replied, opening his eyes.
"I don't think I can stay here," Buffy answered. "I mean, it's not just Spike. I've lived in Sunnydale my entire life. Maybe this was telling me to get out. I love my friends, but they're all oblivious to the normalcy of this town. Well, except Tara, she's aware that it's dull and normal and she's restless too. I need to get out, especially now. But I can't-"
"Come to New York with me," Angel said, getting an idea. "New York is as far from normal as you can get. You wouldn't have problems with a place to stay or money. My job can get you transferred into NYU so you can finish school there. Everything would work out."
"Really?" Buffy asked.
"Yeah," Angel nodded. "Besides, I need you where I know you're safe. I don't know that here."
"You're sweet," Buffy smiled. "I love you."
Angel smiled. A small spark inside his brain flared up into a full size flame. There was something different to the way he reacted to her saying those three words, even though she'd said them many times before.
"When do you want to leave?" Angel asked.
"Tonight," Buffy insisted. "You sleep, I'll get ready."
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Feedback: PLEASE! It would be worshiped.
AN: Wow, ya'll really like the last chapter. Sorry this one's so short.
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ARRANGEMENTS
Angel slammed the door heard as he walked back into the house. He heard Buffy talking to her mom in the kitchen, probably telling her what had happened.
Angel flopped down onto the couch, fuming. How dare he? How dare anyone do that to the most wonderful person on earth? Sure, she wasn't innocent. She wasn't perfect. But she was the best person he knew.
Buffy walked into the living room and sat down on the couch next to Angel. She looked at her tired friend whom she loved with all her being. She knew he was having troubles of his own. His job wasn't going to well, he was having trouble keeping up in school because of it, and Darla wouldn't give him any space to straighten it all out. She was in awe of his devotion to her, to ignore his problems to help her with hers. Then, she fell in love with him even more.
"Come on," Buffy said, pulling him off the couch and leading him up the stairs. "You need some sleep. You like terrible."
"Huh, thanks," Angel smiled. Buffy returned it.
Angel lay down on her bed, closing his eyes immediately. He really was tired. He realized he had probably been running on adrenaline since the phone call.
"Angel?" Buffy asked.
"What?" Angel replied, opening his eyes.
"I don't think I can stay here," Buffy answered. "I mean, it's not just Spike. I've lived in Sunnydale my entire life. Maybe this was telling me to get out. I love my friends, but they're all oblivious to the normalcy of this town. Well, except Tara, she's aware that it's dull and normal and she's restless too. I need to get out, especially now. But I can't-"
"Come to New York with me," Angel said, getting an idea. "New York is as far from normal as you can get. You wouldn't have problems with a place to stay or money. My job can get you transferred into NYU so you can finish school there. Everything would work out."
"Really?" Buffy asked.
"Yeah," Angel nodded. "Besides, I need you where I know you're safe. I don't know that here."
"You're sweet," Buffy smiled. "I love you."
Angel smiled. A small spark inside his brain flared up into a full size flame. There was something different to the way he reacted to her saying those three words, even though she'd said them many times before.
"When do you want to leave?" Angel asked.
"Tonight," Buffy insisted. "You sleep, I'll get ready."
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