Author: Emba
Disclaimer: Nothing is mine. well, the plot is.but, nothing else.
Authors Note: I'm really sorry I haven't been updating lately. I just got RCN cable and everything was messed up for a while...but, it's all good now. Plus, I had a huge case of writers block. Okay, I'll stop talking...er, typing and I'll get to the story...
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After school, Angel and I walked home. He steered clear of the subject of Scott Hope and went right in to talking about food. Yes, that's right, food. I do enjoy food, very much...maybe a little more than I should...but, not that much to talk about it. It was kind of weird how he just talked about his favorite foods and asked me what my favorite foods were. I answered of course, but couldn't help but *not* understand.
After that strange conversation, we headed back to his house, since my mother was still at work and I had already left the food for the dog and walked it and all that stuff it needs. I learned I can actually take care of a living being! It surprised me but, I love that dog.
Angel and I are now residing in his bedroom, laying in his bed...Yes, I know it's a very *couple-y* type thing, but I assure you it probably didn't even pass by in Angel's mind. Sadly, it has passed by mine. Several times. You'd think I'd be slightly uncomfortable in these situations...oh wait, I am!!!
"So, when's your date?" He asks, staring up at the ceiling of his bedroom. I lay beside him, staring ahead at the ceiling as well.
"Tomorrow." I answer.
"Where?" He says, neutrally.
"The Bronze."
He doesn't comment on that, or ask another question he just...stares at the ceiling.
Just then, someone I have never seen before bursts through the door. It's a guy...he's not too short, but not tall. He's got brown hair and icy blue eyes. "Sorry, Liam... Didn't mean to barge in on you...in an *activity*." He says, chuckling. Both Angel and I are already sitting up in his bed, after this person entered. "Doyle... we weren't--we were just--" Angel stutters.
"You don't have to explain anything to me, Liam." Liam? Who calls Angel 'Liam' except his mom and dad? And Brennan...but just to annoy Angel. "Good choice, man." The guy says, winking at Angel. "She is a very pretty lass." Then, he winks at me...
I don't believe anyone has ever called me a 'lass' in my entire life. And this guy has an Irish accent.
"Doyle... we're just talking. She's not my--"
"Girlfriend." I say bitterly. The Irish guy nods, and begins to leave. "Well, I'll just leave you two alone." He smiles and leaves.
I stare at the door after him. "Who was that?"
"You know how most of my mother's family lives in Ireland?"
"Yeah." I answer, still confused.
"Well... that's Doyle. Allan Francis Doyle. He's my cousin but he lives in Ireland... I have idea why he's *here* but, he is."
"Strange..." I mutter, before Angel's mom calls him downstairs.
*
"So, what are they popular spots in this here town?" Heh. What an Irish accent! I've never really heard someone who is from *Ireland* speak. Angel imitates Irish accents for me... such as, "Top o' the mornin' to ya" and "Aye, me laddie", which by the way is adorable (and hilarious) when he does it, but Doyle's accent is so *real*. And after Angel performs his imitations for me, he usually dances a little jig which is, by far, the funniest thing I have ever seen.
Doyle, Angel, and I are walking around town, after Mrs. O'Connor ordered us to show him Sunnydale and the hot spots here. What we are *actually* doing is helping him embrace the fact that there *are* no hot spots in Sunnydale. The Bronze is a hot spot...but the only one. Believe me.
It turns out Doyle is staying here with the O'Connor's for...who knows how long, but I know he's enrolled in Sunnydale High, and coming to school tomorrow.
"The Bronze." Angel answers Doyle's question as we walk toward it.
Doyle looks at Angel, his brow furrowed. "Is that it?"
"Pretty much." I answer.
Doyle sighs and frowns. "You'd think the all *great* America would have some great spots for good ol' Doyle to have some fun... but, nooo of course not."
"Aren't there any good places back in Ireland?" I ask. My picture of Ireland is a bunch of partying. Maybe I should learn more about Ireland... I never did like geography.
Doyle shakes his head and heaves a sigh again. "Not when you live in my town."
I nod and decide to dive in to small talk, seeing as Angel has remained silent. We talk for a couple minutes, asking each other normal question. My next one was, "Do you have a girlfriend at home?"
Doyle looks at me out of the corner of his eye and chuckles, "You trying to make a move on me, Buffy?"
I blush slightly and smile. "No. Just curious."
"Sadly, I do not have a girlfriend. I go to an all boys Catholic school which means, we hardly see girls. Ever." He sighs and shrugs.
"Here we are. This is the Bronze." Angel interrupts our conversation and points toward the Bronze. Doyle looks at it thoughtfully and we begin to move toward it. He holds the door open and gestures for me to enter first. "Ladies first." He grins broadly.
I smile back and enter, walking inside and searching for a familiar face. None. I walk up to a three seated table and sit down, leading Doyle and Angel to follow me. "Want something to drink, Doyle?"
"Yeah, give me a whiskey, Liam." Doyle answered casually, setting his coat on his chair.
Angel and I looked at each other and then back at Doyle, who didn't seem to notice a thing. "You want a soda, Buffy?" He asks me. "Sure." I say. Angel nods and heads off to the bar.
Doyle and I sit in peaceful silence for a moment...looking around at the faces dancing and lounging around us. "Hey, Buffy... who is that lass over there? The tall one with the dark hair?" He points directly behind me and I turn to see Queen C herself dancing with a large crowd of Cordettes.
I almost cracked up right then and there. Is Doyle actually interested in *Cordelia*? He'll die from a. her attitude or b. how much hairspray is in her hair. Seriously...her hair is looking majorly over-sprayed to me--- "Buffy?"
"Oh, her? You don't want to know." I look back at Doyle to find him gaping at Cordelia, his expression soft and enchanted. Oh. Dear. God.
"C' mon, I need to know." He answers, almost pleading with me. I grimace slightly and sigh. "Her name is Cordelia Chase. She's probably one of the most popular girls in school. Trust me; you don't want to get involved with her. She's evil. And I mean *evil*. One time, she tripped me our freshmen year on our first day of school, right in front of *everyone*. I was scarred for life." Maybe the story with knock him out of his Cordy-fantasy.
"I don't know about that, people can change. Especially when I'm the one changing them." He winks at me and I sigh again. Oh great. Doyle just came to America and he's going to get his heart broken already.
Angel returns, barring drinks. He hands them to us, and Doyle takes a swig of his and then spits it out and turns to Angel. "Eh, man, where's my whiskey?"
"Sorry, Doyle. You're underage. In about three years, you can come back and have a drink." Angel replies, taking a sip of his soda.
"Oh...right." He answers, and glances back at Cordelia.
A few minutes passed by, we talked small talk and Doyle and Angel talked about childhood pranks while I listened patiently. It was going okay until, the object of Doyle's obsession here in America, came walking over.
"Angel. Buffy. Who's your new friend? If you're new in this town, you definitely don't want to be hanging with losers. He," She pointed to Angel, "ditches people when they invite him along to the Bronze. And she," Oh Lord. What is she gonna say about me? I have bad shoes? "Has all of three friends...to be exact."
Doyle just starred at her while Angel and I fumed. "So, Cordelia. What brings you to our *loser* table?" I managed to say out of my gritted teeth. I *could've* said something witty and insulting but instead, I change the subject like the pathetic loser I am.
"The new guy. He is new, right?" She looked at Doyle carefully. "He's not talking.... Is he foreign or a mute? 'Cuz...then he will definitely fit in with you guys."
Doyle continued to stare with this weird look in his eyes. Like admiration or something. Is that what I look like when I look at Angel? Just stare at him when he's talking... or when he smiles a little and does his 'I'm a broody-guy' look? Because... if I do... I *REALLY* need to stop.
"He's got a little bit of a cold right now...maybe he'll talk tomorrow. At school. But, since his cold is so bad... he may just stare." I pause. "Again." Maybe that will make her leave.
Cordelia flips her hair a little and sighs. "Fine." And she walks away. Wow! That worked like a *really* lucky charm. *Really* lucky.
Angel nudges Doyle and says, "Doyle? Are you going to speak anytime soon?"
Doyle finally turns to Angel and smiles. "I think I'm in love with that girl."
*
After that frightening experience, we walked home. Angel asking Doyle the same question the whole way..."Are you *serious*? Cordelia *Chase*?" And Doyle complimenting her, like saying this. "She's got the prettiest eyes..."
Why can't someone be like that with me?! By someone, I mean Angel.
"Good night, Buffy." He says, as I finally leave his house after getting back from the Bronze. I turn to him and smile. "Night." Our eyes meet. Our eyes have met!! And there's this little chill that runs down my spine. What the hell is this?! Usually, if Angel's eyes and my eye's meet and there's a long pause... we laugh. But, this is like...crazy-I'm-starring-at-you eyes meeting thing. No, that did not make sense but...
"Liam!! Where's the beer?!" I hear Doyle shout from the kitchen.
Angel shakes his head...as if he's shaking something off...then straightens out. "I'll pick you up for school tomorrow." He smiles briefly and walks in to his house.
Life hates me.
I have finally figured it out. Life wants to put me through hell....so, it makes me think Angel wants to kiss me... and then it makes Doyle shout about beer or something so that it breaks my dreams in to five million pieces and..... this is CRAP!
Tomorrow is my date with Scott.
With my luck, I'll probably trip and fall or...pour hot chocolate or something... all over him.
I don't know where or how I'll get hot chocolate....but....I bet it'll happen.
TBC
Okay! I promise I will update as soon as I can, but in a little more than a week I'm going on vacation *g* And then going to a basketball camp... so it'll either be this week or whenever. So, stay tuned! A special thanks to Tutu, GoodCharlottesGurl, Fiona, Chris, Rbritsmom73, Kendra, immaturelittlegirl, jess, Ania Raziel, shahid, nicole, babybluez, Angel Davis, TK, Lissa, Buffy/Friends fan, and VP. I'm so sorry if I forgot to put you in if you updated, my computer has been crappy lately! And hopefully, Doyle's character was written well and if not, I am very sorry... But, PLEASE, PLEASE review or I will pout. You won't *see* me pout but I will...
Disclaimer: Nothing is mine. well, the plot is.but, nothing else.
Authors Note: I'm really sorry I haven't been updating lately. I just got RCN cable and everything was messed up for a while...but, it's all good now. Plus, I had a huge case of writers block. Okay, I'll stop talking...er, typing and I'll get to the story...
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After school, Angel and I walked home. He steered clear of the subject of Scott Hope and went right in to talking about food. Yes, that's right, food. I do enjoy food, very much...maybe a little more than I should...but, not that much to talk about it. It was kind of weird how he just talked about his favorite foods and asked me what my favorite foods were. I answered of course, but couldn't help but *not* understand.
After that strange conversation, we headed back to his house, since my mother was still at work and I had already left the food for the dog and walked it and all that stuff it needs. I learned I can actually take care of a living being! It surprised me but, I love that dog.
Angel and I are now residing in his bedroom, laying in his bed...Yes, I know it's a very *couple-y* type thing, but I assure you it probably didn't even pass by in Angel's mind. Sadly, it has passed by mine. Several times. You'd think I'd be slightly uncomfortable in these situations...oh wait, I am!!!
"So, when's your date?" He asks, staring up at the ceiling of his bedroom. I lay beside him, staring ahead at the ceiling as well.
"Tomorrow." I answer.
"Where?" He says, neutrally.
"The Bronze."
He doesn't comment on that, or ask another question he just...stares at the ceiling.
Just then, someone I have never seen before bursts through the door. It's a guy...he's not too short, but not tall. He's got brown hair and icy blue eyes. "Sorry, Liam... Didn't mean to barge in on you...in an *activity*." He says, chuckling. Both Angel and I are already sitting up in his bed, after this person entered. "Doyle... we weren't--we were just--" Angel stutters.
"You don't have to explain anything to me, Liam." Liam? Who calls Angel 'Liam' except his mom and dad? And Brennan...but just to annoy Angel. "Good choice, man." The guy says, winking at Angel. "She is a very pretty lass." Then, he winks at me...
I don't believe anyone has ever called me a 'lass' in my entire life. And this guy has an Irish accent.
"Doyle... we're just talking. She's not my--"
"Girlfriend." I say bitterly. The Irish guy nods, and begins to leave. "Well, I'll just leave you two alone." He smiles and leaves.
I stare at the door after him. "Who was that?"
"You know how most of my mother's family lives in Ireland?"
"Yeah." I answer, still confused.
"Well... that's Doyle. Allan Francis Doyle. He's my cousin but he lives in Ireland... I have idea why he's *here* but, he is."
"Strange..." I mutter, before Angel's mom calls him downstairs.
*
"So, what are they popular spots in this here town?" Heh. What an Irish accent! I've never really heard someone who is from *Ireland* speak. Angel imitates Irish accents for me... such as, "Top o' the mornin' to ya" and "Aye, me laddie", which by the way is adorable (and hilarious) when he does it, but Doyle's accent is so *real*. And after Angel performs his imitations for me, he usually dances a little jig which is, by far, the funniest thing I have ever seen.
Doyle, Angel, and I are walking around town, after Mrs. O'Connor ordered us to show him Sunnydale and the hot spots here. What we are *actually* doing is helping him embrace the fact that there *are* no hot spots in Sunnydale. The Bronze is a hot spot...but the only one. Believe me.
It turns out Doyle is staying here with the O'Connor's for...who knows how long, but I know he's enrolled in Sunnydale High, and coming to school tomorrow.
"The Bronze." Angel answers Doyle's question as we walk toward it.
Doyle looks at Angel, his brow furrowed. "Is that it?"
"Pretty much." I answer.
Doyle sighs and frowns. "You'd think the all *great* America would have some great spots for good ol' Doyle to have some fun... but, nooo of course not."
"Aren't there any good places back in Ireland?" I ask. My picture of Ireland is a bunch of partying. Maybe I should learn more about Ireland... I never did like geography.
Doyle shakes his head and heaves a sigh again. "Not when you live in my town."
I nod and decide to dive in to small talk, seeing as Angel has remained silent. We talk for a couple minutes, asking each other normal question. My next one was, "Do you have a girlfriend at home?"
Doyle looks at me out of the corner of his eye and chuckles, "You trying to make a move on me, Buffy?"
I blush slightly and smile. "No. Just curious."
"Sadly, I do not have a girlfriend. I go to an all boys Catholic school which means, we hardly see girls. Ever." He sighs and shrugs.
"Here we are. This is the Bronze." Angel interrupts our conversation and points toward the Bronze. Doyle looks at it thoughtfully and we begin to move toward it. He holds the door open and gestures for me to enter first. "Ladies first." He grins broadly.
I smile back and enter, walking inside and searching for a familiar face. None. I walk up to a three seated table and sit down, leading Doyle and Angel to follow me. "Want something to drink, Doyle?"
"Yeah, give me a whiskey, Liam." Doyle answered casually, setting his coat on his chair.
Angel and I looked at each other and then back at Doyle, who didn't seem to notice a thing. "You want a soda, Buffy?" He asks me. "Sure." I say. Angel nods and heads off to the bar.
Doyle and I sit in peaceful silence for a moment...looking around at the faces dancing and lounging around us. "Hey, Buffy... who is that lass over there? The tall one with the dark hair?" He points directly behind me and I turn to see Queen C herself dancing with a large crowd of Cordettes.
I almost cracked up right then and there. Is Doyle actually interested in *Cordelia*? He'll die from a. her attitude or b. how much hairspray is in her hair. Seriously...her hair is looking majorly over-sprayed to me--- "Buffy?"
"Oh, her? You don't want to know." I look back at Doyle to find him gaping at Cordelia, his expression soft and enchanted. Oh. Dear. God.
"C' mon, I need to know." He answers, almost pleading with me. I grimace slightly and sigh. "Her name is Cordelia Chase. She's probably one of the most popular girls in school. Trust me; you don't want to get involved with her. She's evil. And I mean *evil*. One time, she tripped me our freshmen year on our first day of school, right in front of *everyone*. I was scarred for life." Maybe the story with knock him out of his Cordy-fantasy.
"I don't know about that, people can change. Especially when I'm the one changing them." He winks at me and I sigh again. Oh great. Doyle just came to America and he's going to get his heart broken already.
Angel returns, barring drinks. He hands them to us, and Doyle takes a swig of his and then spits it out and turns to Angel. "Eh, man, where's my whiskey?"
"Sorry, Doyle. You're underage. In about three years, you can come back and have a drink." Angel replies, taking a sip of his soda.
"Oh...right." He answers, and glances back at Cordelia.
A few minutes passed by, we talked small talk and Doyle and Angel talked about childhood pranks while I listened patiently. It was going okay until, the object of Doyle's obsession here in America, came walking over.
"Angel. Buffy. Who's your new friend? If you're new in this town, you definitely don't want to be hanging with losers. He," She pointed to Angel, "ditches people when they invite him along to the Bronze. And she," Oh Lord. What is she gonna say about me? I have bad shoes? "Has all of three friends...to be exact."
Doyle just starred at her while Angel and I fumed. "So, Cordelia. What brings you to our *loser* table?" I managed to say out of my gritted teeth. I *could've* said something witty and insulting but instead, I change the subject like the pathetic loser I am.
"The new guy. He is new, right?" She looked at Doyle carefully. "He's not talking.... Is he foreign or a mute? 'Cuz...then he will definitely fit in with you guys."
Doyle continued to stare with this weird look in his eyes. Like admiration or something. Is that what I look like when I look at Angel? Just stare at him when he's talking... or when he smiles a little and does his 'I'm a broody-guy' look? Because... if I do... I *REALLY* need to stop.
"He's got a little bit of a cold right now...maybe he'll talk tomorrow. At school. But, since his cold is so bad... he may just stare." I pause. "Again." Maybe that will make her leave.
Cordelia flips her hair a little and sighs. "Fine." And she walks away. Wow! That worked like a *really* lucky charm. *Really* lucky.
Angel nudges Doyle and says, "Doyle? Are you going to speak anytime soon?"
Doyle finally turns to Angel and smiles. "I think I'm in love with that girl."
*
After that frightening experience, we walked home. Angel asking Doyle the same question the whole way..."Are you *serious*? Cordelia *Chase*?" And Doyle complimenting her, like saying this. "She's got the prettiest eyes..."
Why can't someone be like that with me?! By someone, I mean Angel.
"Good night, Buffy." He says, as I finally leave his house after getting back from the Bronze. I turn to him and smile. "Night." Our eyes meet. Our eyes have met!! And there's this little chill that runs down my spine. What the hell is this?! Usually, if Angel's eyes and my eye's meet and there's a long pause... we laugh. But, this is like...crazy-I'm-starring-at-you eyes meeting thing. No, that did not make sense but...
"Liam!! Where's the beer?!" I hear Doyle shout from the kitchen.
Angel shakes his head...as if he's shaking something off...then straightens out. "I'll pick you up for school tomorrow." He smiles briefly and walks in to his house.
Life hates me.
I have finally figured it out. Life wants to put me through hell....so, it makes me think Angel wants to kiss me... and then it makes Doyle shout about beer or something so that it breaks my dreams in to five million pieces and..... this is CRAP!
Tomorrow is my date with Scott.
With my luck, I'll probably trip and fall or...pour hot chocolate or something... all over him.
I don't know where or how I'll get hot chocolate....but....I bet it'll happen.
TBC
Okay! I promise I will update as soon as I can, but in a little more than a week I'm going on vacation *g* And then going to a basketball camp... so it'll either be this week or whenever. So, stay tuned! A special thanks to Tutu, GoodCharlottesGurl, Fiona, Chris, Rbritsmom73, Kendra, immaturelittlegirl, jess, Ania Raziel, shahid, nicole, babybluez, Angel Davis, TK, Lissa, Buffy/Friends fan, and VP. I'm so sorry if I forgot to put you in if you updated, my computer has been crappy lately! And hopefully, Doyle's character was written well and if not, I am very sorry... But, PLEASE, PLEASE review or I will pout. You won't *see* me pout but I will...