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AN: I know, I know this is kind of stupid (no pun intended) but it was one of those things that I had to write in to get out of my head, you know? So here's the deal. I took Ephram Brown from "Everwood" and placed him in my story. I'm not sure if and of the other characters will make an appearance, depends on how my mind works that day. And I missed most of the first season of "Everwood" so I may be off base a little.
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Buffy paced around the living room, wondering when Angel would get home. It was after three and she was getting anxious. She wasn't sure why, but she wasn't totally comfortable being here alone.
"I've got to get out," Buffy whispered to herself.
She turned around and started as she nearly ran into a brown haired boy.
"CRAP!" Buffy yelled, still startled by the sudden appearance of this kid.
"I was going to say that," the kid said.
"What are you doing in here?" Buffy asked.
"I'm a friend of Angel's," he explained. "He lets me in when I want. I've got a key."
"Don't just sneak up on a person like that!" Buffy said. "I've had too many surprises for a life time, thank you."
"God, chill out," the kid said. "Loosen up. By the way, my name's Ephram Brown."
"Sorry," Buffy sighed. "Name's Buffy. Buffy Summers."
"Oh, so YOU'RE the girl he's always talking about- I mean to. You're the girl he's always talking to," Ephram said.
"Yeah, on Tuesdays," Buffy nodded. "What do you mean about?"
"I talks a lot about you," Ephram said, heading for the kitchen. "I mean, if he didn't go out with that blonde bitch - no offense, I have nothing against blondes - that blonde Darla, I'd say he liked. Hell, with it, I'll say it anyway. He likes you."
"O-kay," Buffy said, drawing it out. "I'm sure he- hey, what are you doing?"
"Making a sandwich," Ephram said, pulling the bread off form on top of the refrigerator. "Don't worry, it's all cool with Angel. He knows I hang out here sometimes. See, he's got a good piano and if I don't feel like being at home, I come here. He really has a good piano, but he doesn't play well. I think the only reason he still has it is because of me."
"Maybe, maybe not," Angel said, walking into his apartment.
"Angel!" Buffy smiled. "I was going to call you, but then I didn't know the number."
"It's right by the phone," Angel laughed.
"Oh," Buffy laughed. "Now I feel dumb."
"Um, yeah, hi," Ephram cut in. "Are you guys, like, living together? I mean, I'm willing to bet that Angel doesn't need fifty pairs of low-rise jeans."
"There's only ten," Buffy laughed. "Just for your information. And yeah, for the time being."
"So, you finally dumped Darla?" Ephram asked.
"Ephram, go play the piano or something," Angel said.
"I was just asking," Ephram said. After a minute, he added. "So did you?"
"Yes," Angel replied.
"YES!" Ephram shouted. Noticing the curious looks coming from both of them, he added. "Sorry, I just didn't want to have to put up with her any more."
"Yeah, right," Angel nodded knowingly.
"So, Angel?" Ephram asked, taking a bite of his sandwich. "Are you going to- ?"
"Ephram," Angel said warningly. "Don't go there."
"I was just wondering," Ephram said, shrugging in surrender. "Well, are you?"
"Ephram, go-," Angel started.
"I know, play the piano or something," Ephram sighed. "I'm going."
"Hold on," Angel said. "How are things going with your dad?"
Ephram stopped and eyed Angel with a look that basically said Angel was stupid. "He's at work. Where else? And if he's at work, then who would things be going between he and him?"
"Ok," Angel said sadly. "I'm sorry about that. You know you can come over anytime, right?"
"That's why I have a key," Ephram nodded and went to the back room to where the piano was.
"Interesting kid," Buffy said.
"Yeah," Angel agreed. "He's not the happiest person in the world. Dad works a lot. He asks a lot of questions too. But he's an amazing piano player. Listen."
Buffy listened as the light sounds of the piano sailed through the living room. It filled the air and made her feel- safe.
"Wow," Buffy said, amazed. "You're right, he's good."
"He is," Angel repeated.
Buffy found herself leaning against Angel and he circled his arm loosely around her waist as the sound of the piano continued to fill the air.
"Buffy?" Angel asked softly.
Buffy turned and looked up into Angel's soft brown eyes and began to drown in them. She drifted closer to him and found her lips softly placed upon his. He returned the kiss.
She wanted more. She deepened the kiss, hoping that Angel would agree, and sure enough, after al his thoughts at the office today, he did. This was so sudden, yet every part of it felt right.
Then images of Spike and that night in the park flashed through her mind. She pulled away suddenly as if flames were crawling up her skin. She looked up expecting to see caring chocolate eyes. Instead she found herself staring into the cold, had, blue eyes of Spike.
She screamed.
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Soras Ort.
I write, you read, you review, I write more.
Feedback: Come one, come all. Tell me what you think, flamers included.
AN: I know, I know this is kind of stupid (no pun intended) but it was one of those things that I had to write in to get out of my head, you know? So here's the deal. I took Ephram Brown from "Everwood" and placed him in my story. I'm not sure if and of the other characters will make an appearance, depends on how my mind works that day. And I missed most of the first season of "Everwood" so I may be off base a little.
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Buffy paced around the living room, wondering when Angel would get home. It was after three and she was getting anxious. She wasn't sure why, but she wasn't totally comfortable being here alone.
"I've got to get out," Buffy whispered to herself.
She turned around and started as she nearly ran into a brown haired boy.
"CRAP!" Buffy yelled, still startled by the sudden appearance of this kid.
"I was going to say that," the kid said.
"What are you doing in here?" Buffy asked.
"I'm a friend of Angel's," he explained. "He lets me in when I want. I've got a key."
"Don't just sneak up on a person like that!" Buffy said. "I've had too many surprises for a life time, thank you."
"God, chill out," the kid said. "Loosen up. By the way, my name's Ephram Brown."
"Sorry," Buffy sighed. "Name's Buffy. Buffy Summers."
"Oh, so YOU'RE the girl he's always talking about- I mean to. You're the girl he's always talking to," Ephram said.
"Yeah, on Tuesdays," Buffy nodded. "What do you mean about?"
"I talks a lot about you," Ephram said, heading for the kitchen. "I mean, if he didn't go out with that blonde bitch - no offense, I have nothing against blondes - that blonde Darla, I'd say he liked. Hell, with it, I'll say it anyway. He likes you."
"O-kay," Buffy said, drawing it out. "I'm sure he- hey, what are you doing?"
"Making a sandwich," Ephram said, pulling the bread off form on top of the refrigerator. "Don't worry, it's all cool with Angel. He knows I hang out here sometimes. See, he's got a good piano and if I don't feel like being at home, I come here. He really has a good piano, but he doesn't play well. I think the only reason he still has it is because of me."
"Maybe, maybe not," Angel said, walking into his apartment.
"Angel!" Buffy smiled. "I was going to call you, but then I didn't know the number."
"It's right by the phone," Angel laughed.
"Oh," Buffy laughed. "Now I feel dumb."
"Um, yeah, hi," Ephram cut in. "Are you guys, like, living together? I mean, I'm willing to bet that Angel doesn't need fifty pairs of low-rise jeans."
"There's only ten," Buffy laughed. "Just for your information. And yeah, for the time being."
"So, you finally dumped Darla?" Ephram asked.
"Ephram, go play the piano or something," Angel said.
"I was just asking," Ephram said. After a minute, he added. "So did you?"
"Yes," Angel replied.
"YES!" Ephram shouted. Noticing the curious looks coming from both of them, he added. "Sorry, I just didn't want to have to put up with her any more."
"Yeah, right," Angel nodded knowingly.
"So, Angel?" Ephram asked, taking a bite of his sandwich. "Are you going to- ?"
"Ephram," Angel said warningly. "Don't go there."
"I was just wondering," Ephram said, shrugging in surrender. "Well, are you?"
"Ephram, go-," Angel started.
"I know, play the piano or something," Ephram sighed. "I'm going."
"Hold on," Angel said. "How are things going with your dad?"
Ephram stopped and eyed Angel with a look that basically said Angel was stupid. "He's at work. Where else? And if he's at work, then who would things be going between he and him?"
"Ok," Angel said sadly. "I'm sorry about that. You know you can come over anytime, right?"
"That's why I have a key," Ephram nodded and went to the back room to where the piano was.
"Interesting kid," Buffy said.
"Yeah," Angel agreed. "He's not the happiest person in the world. Dad works a lot. He asks a lot of questions too. But he's an amazing piano player. Listen."
Buffy listened as the light sounds of the piano sailed through the living room. It filled the air and made her feel- safe.
"Wow," Buffy said, amazed. "You're right, he's good."
"He is," Angel repeated.
Buffy found herself leaning against Angel and he circled his arm loosely around her waist as the sound of the piano continued to fill the air.
"Buffy?" Angel asked softly.
Buffy turned and looked up into Angel's soft brown eyes and began to drown in them. She drifted closer to him and found her lips softly placed upon his. He returned the kiss.
She wanted more. She deepened the kiss, hoping that Angel would agree, and sure enough, after al his thoughts at the office today, he did. This was so sudden, yet every part of it felt right.
Then images of Spike and that night in the park flashed through her mind. She pulled away suddenly as if flames were crawling up her skin. She looked up expecting to see caring chocolate eyes. Instead she found herself staring into the cold, had, blue eyes of Spike.
She screamed.
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Soras Ort.
I write, you read, you review, I write more.