Part 13
"Nice place," Buffy said as they walked into Angel's apartment in L.A.
And it really was a nice place. Very well decorated. Sort of a dark look, with a dark painting on the walls. She saw the creamy looking kitchen on the side, stacked with a gas stove, refrigerator and a table. In the middle of the apartment was a huge wide inch TV with a leather couch and to loveseats at the side.
He took her hand and brought her towards the bedroom. The bed was huge with red silk sheets and a rich colored comforter on the side. There was an ancient looking closet in the corner. A few other things that was so Angel. This is such a guy place, Buffy thought to herself.
"Thanks," Angel said.
"So what time are we going to see your family?" Angel looked at his watch and for the first time Buffy noticed that it was a Rolex.
"Around seven," Angel replied, "But dress nice. It's like a cocktail party."
She nodded her head and hoped that she packed something appropriate to the party. "So who is going to be there?" Buffy asked, breaking the awkward silence.
He lay then down so they were rapped in each others embraces, as he made tiny circles on her back. "Cordelia and her parents," Angel said.
"What about Doyle?" Buffy asked.
"He isn't invited," Angel said.
Buffy looked up at him for a second, "Why not? He is your best friend. Right?"
Angel tried to look at anything but her, "Buffy. My parents there not exactly poor. And they don't act sympathetic towards the poor. Doyle wasn't invited because he doesn't have enough money."
Buffy looked at him and slowly got up. "So you're parents might not like me because I'm not rich?" Buffy asked. All those doubts coming back. She knew this was too good to be true.
"Buffy... Look, they might be a bit harsh, but..." He didn't finish. There was no point. Buffy already knew. Once his parents decided something there was no changing there minds.
"Angel you know what, I'm tired, uh from jetlag."
"Buffy, there is no jetlag. I don't think we should just play around the subject-"
But he didn't get to finish because Buffy put her hand up. "Angel, I just wanna rest. Do you want me on the couch or do you have a spare bed or what?"
Angel looked confused. "Why wouldn't you just sleep here?"
He grabbed her back in *his* bed, slipped off all her clothes slowly and pulled a shirt from his closet, buttoned it on her and Buffy noticed it was an Armani shirt. He pulled off his shirt, stripped into boxers, which she noticed were Prada and spooned himself against her. As she lay in best she noticed how the sheets were Ralph Lauren and the blankets were custom made. God, she couldn't afford half of the stuff, no starch that, any of it. Angel was filthy rich and she was waste with no money. Angel snuggled against her, as if to say he was with her. But it did nothing to calm her fears.
***
When Buffy and Angel entered Angel's house, or more like a mansion, she had to take a few steps back. The place was gorgeous. It looked exactly like the mansions you saw on TV and you couldn't help but wish you were the one living there. White marble floors, crystal chandlers, the beautiful rugged staircase...
"Angel!" a women voice said coming there way.
"Angel turned around to come face to face with his mom and dad. "Hey mom," Angel said hugging her. "Dad," Angel said, nodding his head.
Angel's dad, who looked exactly like the one from the dream, looked Buffy up and down and by the look on his face it looked like he didn't approve.
"Angel, introduce us to your friend," his mom said as she also looked Buffy up and down.
"Mom, Dad this is Buffy Summers, Buffy meet my parents.
Buffy put her hand out to shake their hands but none of them were recipient. Buffy put her hand down slowly, looking down at the floor.
"Angel, where is Darla? She was such a lovely girl," his mom said, looking around like she expected to find her.
"Oh, we broke up a few days ago," Angel replied calmly.
"Oh what a shame. She would have been a wonderful wife for you. You two were so much in love," Angel's dad said.
Buffy tried to look down even more. This was depressing. The second Angel said his parent's disapproval he had dropped Buffy's hand and he didn't even introduce her as his girlfriend. This is defiantly going to be a lasting relationship, Buffy thought.
"So uh Bunny what do you do?" Angel's mom asked.
Buffy looked up and saw the expecting gaze from Angel's parents, "Uh I work in a uh fast food joint."
At those words his parent's eyes went wide. "Why on heaven's earth would you work there," Mrs. O'Connor screeched.
Buffy looked down, "Because it was the only job that would take me," Buffy replied. It wasn't the only...
"Angel where in Lord's name have you meet this girl?" Angel's dad demanded.
Buffy's eyes went wide and she turned beat red. "Ex- Excuse me," she whispered quietly as she moved quickly away from Angel and his parents.
"Angel why would you want to be friends with that girl?" Both his parents demanded.
"What's wrong with her?" Angel asked quietly.
"She is obviously poor as a rat. She has no style sense, did you see her dress? It looked like it was homemade. Like she made it. She works in a dump; do I need to say more? It's like you found her *in* a dump, or on a street corner," his mother said in a whisper so no one would have to here the embarrassment of Angel's *friend.*
"Mom she really is a great person once you get-"Angel said in defense.
"I don't care! My son will not hang out with- with whores like that," Angel tried really hard no to grab his mother's throat. "I wish for you to never see her again!" his mother demanded. His mother stormed off.
Angel looked at his dad, "Is Buffy that horrible?" Angel asked, tears crawling in his eyes. Tears?...
"She doesn't exactly look healthy, son. Maybe we just judged her by her looks but she does work in a burger joint," Angel's dad said softly, putting a hand on his shoulder.
Angel looked down. Why him? He really liked Buffy. But why couldn't his parents approve. He would have done anything!
"You really like her, don't you," Mr. O'Connor said.
"Yeah, I really do," Angel said sadly.
"Do you love her?"
Angel hesitated for a second. That was the big question. Did he love Buffy? Would he have done anything for Buffy? Even disobey his parents?
"I don't know," Angel said.
"Well figure out. Because love is like death. It's a choice of will. And if you're going to choose this Buffy Summers you better get your emotions straightened up. Because this is a choice of life and death. Love and Will."
"Nice place," Buffy said as they walked into Angel's apartment in L.A.
And it really was a nice place. Very well decorated. Sort of a dark look, with a dark painting on the walls. She saw the creamy looking kitchen on the side, stacked with a gas stove, refrigerator and a table. In the middle of the apartment was a huge wide inch TV with a leather couch and to loveseats at the side.
He took her hand and brought her towards the bedroom. The bed was huge with red silk sheets and a rich colored comforter on the side. There was an ancient looking closet in the corner. A few other things that was so Angel. This is such a guy place, Buffy thought to herself.
"Thanks," Angel said.
"So what time are we going to see your family?" Angel looked at his watch and for the first time Buffy noticed that it was a Rolex.
"Around seven," Angel replied, "But dress nice. It's like a cocktail party."
She nodded her head and hoped that she packed something appropriate to the party. "So who is going to be there?" Buffy asked, breaking the awkward silence.
He lay then down so they were rapped in each others embraces, as he made tiny circles on her back. "Cordelia and her parents," Angel said.
"What about Doyle?" Buffy asked.
"He isn't invited," Angel said.
Buffy looked up at him for a second, "Why not? He is your best friend. Right?"
Angel tried to look at anything but her, "Buffy. My parents there not exactly poor. And they don't act sympathetic towards the poor. Doyle wasn't invited because he doesn't have enough money."
Buffy looked at him and slowly got up. "So you're parents might not like me because I'm not rich?" Buffy asked. All those doubts coming back. She knew this was too good to be true.
"Buffy... Look, they might be a bit harsh, but..." He didn't finish. There was no point. Buffy already knew. Once his parents decided something there was no changing there minds.
"Angel you know what, I'm tired, uh from jetlag."
"Buffy, there is no jetlag. I don't think we should just play around the subject-"
But he didn't get to finish because Buffy put her hand up. "Angel, I just wanna rest. Do you want me on the couch or do you have a spare bed or what?"
Angel looked confused. "Why wouldn't you just sleep here?"
He grabbed her back in *his* bed, slipped off all her clothes slowly and pulled a shirt from his closet, buttoned it on her and Buffy noticed it was an Armani shirt. He pulled off his shirt, stripped into boxers, which she noticed were Prada and spooned himself against her. As she lay in best she noticed how the sheets were Ralph Lauren and the blankets were custom made. God, she couldn't afford half of the stuff, no starch that, any of it. Angel was filthy rich and she was waste with no money. Angel snuggled against her, as if to say he was with her. But it did nothing to calm her fears.
***
When Buffy and Angel entered Angel's house, or more like a mansion, she had to take a few steps back. The place was gorgeous. It looked exactly like the mansions you saw on TV and you couldn't help but wish you were the one living there. White marble floors, crystal chandlers, the beautiful rugged staircase...
"Angel!" a women voice said coming there way.
"Angel turned around to come face to face with his mom and dad. "Hey mom," Angel said hugging her. "Dad," Angel said, nodding his head.
Angel's dad, who looked exactly like the one from the dream, looked Buffy up and down and by the look on his face it looked like he didn't approve.
"Angel, introduce us to your friend," his mom said as she also looked Buffy up and down.
"Mom, Dad this is Buffy Summers, Buffy meet my parents.
Buffy put her hand out to shake their hands but none of them were recipient. Buffy put her hand down slowly, looking down at the floor.
"Angel, where is Darla? She was such a lovely girl," his mom said, looking around like she expected to find her.
"Oh, we broke up a few days ago," Angel replied calmly.
"Oh what a shame. She would have been a wonderful wife for you. You two were so much in love," Angel's dad said.
Buffy tried to look down even more. This was depressing. The second Angel said his parent's disapproval he had dropped Buffy's hand and he didn't even introduce her as his girlfriend. This is defiantly going to be a lasting relationship, Buffy thought.
"So uh Bunny what do you do?" Angel's mom asked.
Buffy looked up and saw the expecting gaze from Angel's parents, "Uh I work in a uh fast food joint."
At those words his parent's eyes went wide. "Why on heaven's earth would you work there," Mrs. O'Connor screeched.
Buffy looked down, "Because it was the only job that would take me," Buffy replied. It wasn't the only...
"Angel where in Lord's name have you meet this girl?" Angel's dad demanded.
Buffy's eyes went wide and she turned beat red. "Ex- Excuse me," she whispered quietly as she moved quickly away from Angel and his parents.
"Angel why would you want to be friends with that girl?" Both his parents demanded.
"What's wrong with her?" Angel asked quietly.
"She is obviously poor as a rat. She has no style sense, did you see her dress? It looked like it was homemade. Like she made it. She works in a dump; do I need to say more? It's like you found her *in* a dump, or on a street corner," his mother said in a whisper so no one would have to here the embarrassment of Angel's *friend.*
"Mom she really is a great person once you get-"Angel said in defense.
"I don't care! My son will not hang out with- with whores like that," Angel tried really hard no to grab his mother's throat. "I wish for you to never see her again!" his mother demanded. His mother stormed off.
Angel looked at his dad, "Is Buffy that horrible?" Angel asked, tears crawling in his eyes. Tears?...
"She doesn't exactly look healthy, son. Maybe we just judged her by her looks but she does work in a burger joint," Angel's dad said softly, putting a hand on his shoulder.
Angel looked down. Why him? He really liked Buffy. But why couldn't his parents approve. He would have done anything!
"You really like her, don't you," Mr. O'Connor said.
"Yeah, I really do," Angel said sadly.
"Do you love her?"
Angel hesitated for a second. That was the big question. Did he love Buffy? Would he have done anything for Buffy? Even disobey his parents?
"I don't know," Angel said.
"Well figure out. Because love is like death. It's a choice of will. And if you're going to choose this Buffy Summers you better get your emotions straightened up. Because this is a choice of life and death. Love and Will."