Author: Emba
Disclaimer: eh, it's not mine.
Authors Note: Thanks to my reviewers! You guys rock harder than...a really big rock? Sorry if the last chapter was sort of out of character for Buffy, but it was such a long time since I had written this story and I sort of lost my fic's Buffy essence a little bit. I'm gonna work on that this chapter.
Authors Note #2: If I never mentioned Angel had a car before this chapter, I'm sorry...but now, he has a car.
I walk quickly out of the Bronze, feeling miserable. Poor Scott. I wish I could make things better for him, but this is the way things have to be if I want to be with Angel.
I continue walking until I hear someone shouting my name.
"Buffy! Buffy, wait up!" I glance behind me to find none other than Angel. "Speak of the devil," I mumble to myself. Angel always finds me when I'm feeling crappy. Which is...almost all the time. So, he's always around to cheer me up...like a little puppy who follows you around and then licks your face when you're sad... Hmm...I just imagined Angel licking my face like a dog... weird. DIGRESSION! I should change my name to Digresser, and my nickname would be Diggy and people would just talk to me just to hear me ramble about random crap that no one cares about. Seriously. And I think I digressed again. What was I talking about in the first place? Oh well, Angel's coming, I better step out of my little world and get ready to talk.
I wait and look at him with raised eyebrows. "What?" He asks, perturbed by my stare.
"When I feel sad, do I send some sort of signal? Like, ya know Batman's bat signal in the sky? Do I have one of those? But, instead of a bat it's like...a huge sad face?" I say, feeling a bit edgy because of my break up with Scott moments ago.
Angel shrugs and shoves his hands in to his coat pockets. "I can just tell when you're upset."
"How?" I ask curiously.
"You always bite your lip, and your eyes are glazed from unshed tears. Also, you're hands are always in little fists." He nods to my hands.
Confused, I look down and see that my hands are indeed clenched. Weird, how I never noticed it before. That's just like Angel, to know things about me that I don't even know.
I release my hands and sigh. "I'm going to head home. We got school tomorrow and I'm in dire need of sleep." I begin to walk away when he catches my arm and pulls me toward him. And you know what he did next?
He kissed me.
Surprised?
You weren't?! Why the hell not? I WAS!
But still, a kiss is a kiss and it was a very, very nice kiss.
We eventually separate, but only because the lack of breath.
"Well..." I say, after we have caught our breath.
"Well..." He says back, looking in to my eyes. "That was some kiss." He continues, and I chuckle.
"Sure was," I answering, laughing. We then settle in to awkward silence.
I break said silence, "Angel?"
"Yeah?"
"This is going to be kind of weird at first, isn't it?" I said, referring to our silence and about our new relationship.
Angel's eyes are full of feelings as I gaze in to them. He nods at me, "I think it probably will."
Damn it. "It'll pass." He says, noticing my frustrated-ness... I wish frustrated-ness was a word.
Angel hugs me, and not the brotherly type he always used to give me... the type of hug you give your girlfriend. I smile lazily at the thought, and hug him back, wrapping my arms around his neck and resting my head on his shoulder. "It'll pass," He says again.
Silence again. But, this time it's the comfortable kind.
"Angel?" I mumble in to his coat.
"Hmm?" He answers.
"You do realize we are in an alley way in front of the Bronze, hugging?" I feel him grin in response and he releases me.
He offers me his hand, "Want a ride home?"
I take it and grin as well, "I would like that." Angel squeezes my hand as we move along to his cheap car.
"So, how much did I miss?" Willow asks tentatively, as she sits next to me in our school lounge.
"A lot." I reply, not looking up from my magazine.
After a long silence, I look up to see her eyes boring in to mine. Her green eyes are slits as she looks at me menacingly. Sheesh, who knew Willow could come off looking threatening?
"Spill." She says simply, causing me to let out a sigh of relief. I thought she was going to attack me or something...maybe she had coffee this morning... that would explain the wild woman look in her eyes. Or maybe she's just pissed since I didn't call her because everything was so—
"Buffy? Come on, tell me what happened."
I need a doctor to fix this digression problem. It is slowly taking over my mind. Eh, well...when it does, I'll just blame it on...wait, I have nothing to blame it on. Damn.
"Angel and I made up, I broke up with Scott, and now Angel and I are officially together." I reply in one breath.
Willow smiles a full blown-happy-go-lucky smile and hugs me tightly. "Really?! Buffy, that's fantastic! That's amazing! It's great, it's wonderful, it's so cute, it's just the best thing that ever hap—"
I quickly stop her rant... I bet she did have coffee this morning. "Thanks, Will." I say, smirking with memories of kissing Angel in his car last night flashing in my mind.
"I am glad Angel finally caught your hints." She remarks, snatching my magazine from my hands and flipping through it.
"Yes, he finally noticed the anvils." I answered, remembering our conversation earlier in the year about this same subject.
We share a giggly-girly-giddy laugh as Xander appears. He jumps in to the spot next to me on the couch, eating an apple. "What's up, girlies? Anything big happen lately?"
Willow and I can't seem to hold in our laughter at all that Xander has missed. I guess we're just excited about Angel and me.
Angel and me.
Angel and ME.
Wow. It just hit me.
I've snagged Angel and I'm not letting go.
THE END ... or is it?
I'm currently writing a sequel to this story, which will be out verrryyyy soon, I'm actually almost done writing the first chapter. I'm not really sure what it's going to be called yet, just keep a look out for it. Thanks to all the reviewers and please review this chapter! Tell me if Buffy's POV was alright. Thanks :) I will be back with the new installment soon!
Disclaimer: eh, it's not mine.
Authors Note: Thanks to my reviewers! You guys rock harder than...a really big rock? Sorry if the last chapter was sort of out of character for Buffy, but it was such a long time since I had written this story and I sort of lost my fic's Buffy essence a little bit. I'm gonna work on that this chapter.
Authors Note #2: If I never mentioned Angel had a car before this chapter, I'm sorry...but now, he has a car.
I walk quickly out of the Bronze, feeling miserable. Poor Scott. I wish I could make things better for him, but this is the way things have to be if I want to be with Angel.
I continue walking until I hear someone shouting my name.
"Buffy! Buffy, wait up!" I glance behind me to find none other than Angel. "Speak of the devil," I mumble to myself. Angel always finds me when I'm feeling crappy. Which is...almost all the time. So, he's always around to cheer me up...like a little puppy who follows you around and then licks your face when you're sad... Hmm...I just imagined Angel licking my face like a dog... weird. DIGRESSION! I should change my name to Digresser, and my nickname would be Diggy and people would just talk to me just to hear me ramble about random crap that no one cares about. Seriously. And I think I digressed again. What was I talking about in the first place? Oh well, Angel's coming, I better step out of my little world and get ready to talk.
I wait and look at him with raised eyebrows. "What?" He asks, perturbed by my stare.
"When I feel sad, do I send some sort of signal? Like, ya know Batman's bat signal in the sky? Do I have one of those? But, instead of a bat it's like...a huge sad face?" I say, feeling a bit edgy because of my break up with Scott moments ago.
Angel shrugs and shoves his hands in to his coat pockets. "I can just tell when you're upset."
"How?" I ask curiously.
"You always bite your lip, and your eyes are glazed from unshed tears. Also, you're hands are always in little fists." He nods to my hands.
Confused, I look down and see that my hands are indeed clenched. Weird, how I never noticed it before. That's just like Angel, to know things about me that I don't even know.
I release my hands and sigh. "I'm going to head home. We got school tomorrow and I'm in dire need of sleep." I begin to walk away when he catches my arm and pulls me toward him. And you know what he did next?
He kissed me.
Surprised?
You weren't?! Why the hell not? I WAS!
But still, a kiss is a kiss and it was a very, very nice kiss.
We eventually separate, but only because the lack of breath.
"Well..." I say, after we have caught our breath.
"Well..." He says back, looking in to my eyes. "That was some kiss." He continues, and I chuckle.
"Sure was," I answering, laughing. We then settle in to awkward silence.
I break said silence, "Angel?"
"Yeah?"
"This is going to be kind of weird at first, isn't it?" I said, referring to our silence and about our new relationship.
Angel's eyes are full of feelings as I gaze in to them. He nods at me, "I think it probably will."
Damn it. "It'll pass." He says, noticing my frustrated-ness... I wish frustrated-ness was a word.
Angel hugs me, and not the brotherly type he always used to give me... the type of hug you give your girlfriend. I smile lazily at the thought, and hug him back, wrapping my arms around his neck and resting my head on his shoulder. "It'll pass," He says again.
Silence again. But, this time it's the comfortable kind.
"Angel?" I mumble in to his coat.
"Hmm?" He answers.
"You do realize we are in an alley way in front of the Bronze, hugging?" I feel him grin in response and he releases me.
He offers me his hand, "Want a ride home?"
I take it and grin as well, "I would like that." Angel squeezes my hand as we move along to his cheap car.
"So, how much did I miss?" Willow asks tentatively, as she sits next to me in our school lounge.
"A lot." I reply, not looking up from my magazine.
After a long silence, I look up to see her eyes boring in to mine. Her green eyes are slits as she looks at me menacingly. Sheesh, who knew Willow could come off looking threatening?
"Spill." She says simply, causing me to let out a sigh of relief. I thought she was going to attack me or something...maybe she had coffee this morning... that would explain the wild woman look in her eyes. Or maybe she's just pissed since I didn't call her because everything was so—
"Buffy? Come on, tell me what happened."
I need a doctor to fix this digression problem. It is slowly taking over my mind. Eh, well...when it does, I'll just blame it on...wait, I have nothing to blame it on. Damn.
"Angel and I made up, I broke up with Scott, and now Angel and I are officially together." I reply in one breath.
Willow smiles a full blown-happy-go-lucky smile and hugs me tightly. "Really?! Buffy, that's fantastic! That's amazing! It's great, it's wonderful, it's so cute, it's just the best thing that ever hap—"
I quickly stop her rant... I bet she did have coffee this morning. "Thanks, Will." I say, smirking with memories of kissing Angel in his car last night flashing in my mind.
"I am glad Angel finally caught your hints." She remarks, snatching my magazine from my hands and flipping through it.
"Yes, he finally noticed the anvils." I answered, remembering our conversation earlier in the year about this same subject.
We share a giggly-girly-giddy laugh as Xander appears. He jumps in to the spot next to me on the couch, eating an apple. "What's up, girlies? Anything big happen lately?"
Willow and I can't seem to hold in our laughter at all that Xander has missed. I guess we're just excited about Angel and me.
Angel and me.
Angel and ME.
Wow. It just hit me.
I've snagged Angel and I'm not letting go.
I'm currently writing a sequel to this story, which will be out verrryyyy soon, I'm actually almost done writing the first chapter. I'm not really sure what it's going to be called yet, just keep a look out for it. Thanks to all the reviewers and please review this chapter! Tell me if Buffy's POV was alright. Thanks :) I will be back with the new installment soon!