Chapter 2: First dates and taking chances

A/N: Thanx to my beta darlawinifred, she really helps me out a lot since this is my first story. Read and review please. I love reviews.

It had been three days since that night at the club, the night Buffy

had met Angel. And she still hadn't called him.' Better to play it

cool. It makes it more exciting' she kept telling herself over and

over again. But she decided she would call him tonight, and she was

in a panic about it. She couldn't help thinking ' Oh my God, what if

he doesn't remember me. Or what if he didn't really want me to call

him. Oh my God, what if it was all just a big joke.' Buffy had never

been this nervous about a boy before. She had always been confident

about herself. Until now. She was sitting on her bed staring at the

phone and trying to work up the courage to make the call. After five

minutes of worrying, she finally dialed the number. She listened to

the phone ringing and was about to hang up when he answered.

"Hello" Her eyes widened and quickly spoke.

"Hello Angel? Hey it's Buffy, from the club the other night" she

started nervously

"Buffy, hey, I was starting to think you weren't gonna call"

She laughed at this and said

"Well, you know how it is, I've been busy, but I'm calling now. So

I'm sure I can be forgiven for waiting so long"

Angel was smiling as he answered her

"Of course. Better late than never"

"Exactly." This was easier than she thought.

"So" he started "I was wondering if you wanted to go out with me. Say

Saturday night?"

For a minute Buffy acted like she needed to think about her answer,

but she already knew exactly what she was going to say.

"Sure, Saturday sounds good."

"Great well I'll pick you up at 7."

"Um, actually, you know what, we should probably meet somewhere.

After all I did tell you about my father."

"Oh ok" Angel sounded indifferent to what Buffy had just said "how

about we meet outside Starbuck's at 7 and we can go from there?"

"Great" she replied happily, "I'll see you there. Can't wait." She

told him honestly.

"Cool. Well, I'll see you Saturday. Bye"

She was about to say goodbye in return but he had already hung

up. 'Oh well' she thought 'I still have a date with him Saturday. OH

MY GOD what will I wear?'

Her planning for Saturday started that night.

Saturday night

It was six o'clock and Buffy was getting ready. She had her long hair

blow dried straight, with some pulled back from her face and held

with a clip at the back of her head. Since she didn't know where he

was taking her, she had decided on a neutral outfit consisting of a

flowing skirt that stopped just above her knee. She teamed it with a

silky, cream halter-top and black knee high boots. She had kept her

make up natural with earthy shades and just a hint of gloss on her

lips. The only word to describe how she looked was stunning.

By the time she arrived at Starbuck's, just before seven. She could

barely contain her excitement. She found herself barely able to wait

to see him again. By seven o'clock, he still hadn't arrived. She

watched the people as they passed her by and eventually noticed

Angel's face coming towards her. He was fifteen minutes late. Oh well

at least he's here.

"Hi" he greeted "Sorry I'm late. I had a spot of car trouble. Took

a while to get it sorted"

"No problem" she replied with a smile on her face "you're here now.

That's the main thing"

"Cool" was all the reply that he gave.

"So where are we going?" she asked as they walked along the busy

street

"Well, I was thinking that we could go to this really cool diner I

know. It's not far from here so we can walk. And then I thought we'd

go to a club, dance a bit. Have some fun."

Buffy felt a little disappointed that he just wanted to go to a club

but didn't say anything about it. She just smiled at him and said

"Sounds good."

They walked for about ten minutes until they arrived at a small

diner. There hadn't been much conversation, but Buffy decided she

would fix that once they were inside. She looked around the diner. It

was very 50's style. There were many booths with red leather seats.

And a bar at the counter with stools sitting along it, and a jukebox

in one corner. Buffy thought it looked like something off a rerun of

Happy Days. There were lots of people sitting around, most of which

looked to be high school and college kids. 'Well at least we'll fit

in' .

They sat at a booth in the corner and looked at their menu's. It was

still too quiet for Buffy's liking. She was just about to strike up a

conversation when the waitress arrived and asked what they wanted.

"I'll have a double cheeseburger with everything, curly fries, and a

large chocolate milkshake." Angel ordered.

Buffy wasn't feeling particularly hungry but knew she had to order

something.

"Um, I'll just have a cheeseburger and a diet coke please."

After the waitress left Buffy decided that she had to eventually talk

to him.

"So, what kind things do you like to do?."

He gave it some thought before answering.

"I like sports. And cars. Which is why a mechanic is probably the

perfect job for me."

"That's great. So how long have you been working as one?" She asked

as she played with a napkin.

"Couple months. Not long. I like it though. Think I'll stick with it"

He didn't sound particularly interested in the conversation. But

asked her a question anyway

"So what kind of things are you into?"

"Oh well, I love gymnastics. And I've taken dance classes for a

couple of years. I love anything physical and active. Sports, that

kind of thing. But I also love to read. My dad doesn't know that

though." She laughed.

Angel really liked her answer. He smiled while his mind was

thinking 'Anything physical huh? Well, maybe tonight can work out ok

then' In that moment Angel decided to make an effort for the rest of

the date.

Now that Angel had decided to take an interest they talked all the

way through their meal.

"So." She continued excitedly "I really want to go to college. My dad

doesn't know that though. He thinks he's forcing me into going. He

thinks I'm rebelling against everything. But the truth is, I just

don't want my father making all of my decisions. I don't agree with

him and the things that he does, but because he's my dad, he thinks

he owns me. He's determined that I'm going to be a lawyer. But that's

not what I want. What I want is to study either photography, writing

or design. I'm not quite sure which though. I love them all" She

finished. She noticed she had said all of this without pause, but

Angel seemed to be listening intently so she didn't worry about it.

In truth he had zoned out early on in her speech, but smiled when he

realized she had stopped talking.

Buffy noticed him smiling and asked

"What?"

"You." he said "you're just so full of life. Full of enthusiasm. I

like it. I like you"

"I like you too" She said smiling.

For a moment they just looked at each other until Angel looked up

"Well we should get going, the club awaits."

The club wasn't far from the diner so they decided to walk there too.

Once inside they sat at a table and easily slipped back into

conversation. They had been talking for about half an hour, when a

slow song came on. Angel leaned over and whispered in her ear.

"Can I have this dance?"

She nodded and let him lead her by the hand onto the dance floor. He

held her close as she had the previous Saturday and she felt

completely at ease. So, she didn't stop him when he leaned in to kiss

her. He kissed her softly on the lips and smiled down at her when he

pulled back. He took a chance

"Where are you staying tonight?"

"I was thinking I would stop by Faith's. She said it'd be ok."

"I have a better idea. Wanna come back to my place?" She said

suggestively.

She suddenly felt very nervous. But as she looked at his smiling face

she realized 'I've fallen for him', So she made a decision and took a

chance.

"Sure. Let's go" She said quickly from her nervousness.

"Great. Come on." He grabbed her hand and led her out of the busy

club.

And with that, they exited the club together and headed for Angel's.