A/N hm... guess what everyone. I got my ears pierced, again! Yay for me!
So just because I'm in a good mood, I think I'll make this chapter a bit
longer than normal, with a bit more detail, how does that sound?
Thank you to Tariq, skye-larke913, and meg for reviewing, your reviews cause this chapter to happen.
Disclaimer: I own the plot, does that count for anything?
Summary: Buffy's just a normal girl who's lost her way in the world, but what happens when another lost soul captures her heart, and refuses to give it back?
Last Chapter Summary: Angel brought Spike to school, what was he thinking? Buffy stood up for Spike, and got herself kicked out of Art class, and maybe there was some Willow and Oz sparkage going on....
But It Feels So Right
Buffy rummaged through he closet. She'd had at least twenty-four hours to find something to wear, and not that it was six thirty, she was panicking. Everything she had picked out, didn't look nice enough, or looked too nice. She figured this should be a casual thing, but she didn't know how to dress casually fancy, like she wanted to.
She didn't want the full-fledged prom look, but she did want to look like she at least cared what he thought of her., and because of that, she couldn't just throw on some jeans and an old tee shirt.
She finally decided on wearing a black, medium length skirt that came down to around her knees, and a white shirt, that tightly clung to her upper body. At first Buffy thought she looked like a slut, but then decided it look, ok.
She grabbed some black high heels and looked at the clock. Six forty-five. She still had time to get ready, do her make up and stuff. She smiled, and went into the bathroom.
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(The dilemma in another's perspective....)
Angel stood in front of his dresser in his boxers. He pulled out a pair of jeans and a dark red button up shirt. He pulled the shirt over his head, but tossed the jeans over his shoulder, figuring he would look a little under dressed if he wore them.
He sighed, and buttoned p the shirt, just as Spike walked into his room.
"Don't you ever knock?" Angel asked obviously annoyed that his cousin had chosen now to come and annoy him.
"Not unless I have to, nope." Spike said, sitting down on Angel's bed, next to a pile of clothes. "God man, what are you doing?"
"I'm getting dressed, what does it look like?" Angel asked, not looking at him, he was too busy searching through his drawers looking for some black pants that would look good on him.
"You look like you're going through every article of clothing you own." Spike told him, looking through the pile of clothes.
"Yeah well, I want to look good tonight, ok?"
"Oh, that Buffy chick, right." Spike asked, "Well, if this girl can get you so riled up over something like a stupid trip to your little club downtown, it' be funny to see what you'd do if you were going on a real date."
"Will you just shut up!" Angel shouted at him, tuning around, and pulling a pair of black pants on.
"That's all you tell me to do, so, I guess my answer is no, I'm not going to shut up just because you want me to."
Angel growled at him, then rolled his eyes, Spike was trying to piss him off, make him nervous, and Angel knew it. It was what Spike did, annoyed people, kind of his thing.
Spike smirked at his cousin, "Well, I'll be seeing you later peaches, ta." He said, leaving the room, and closing the door behind him.
Angel watched him go, then turned to the mess on his bed. Now that he was dressed, he had to clean it up....
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"Buffy Anna Summers! Get you but down here this instant!" Buffy heard her mother's voice from the bottom of the stairs, and ran down to her.
"Yeah mom?" She asked, and her mother gave her a quizzical look, seeing what she was wearing.
"Where do you think you're going tonight, little lady?" Her father asked coming into the room.
"I was going out with Angel, to the Bronze." She said, not quite understanding what her parents were playing at.
"I don't think so."
"We received a call from the school this afternoon. It seems you interrupted a class, and insulted one of your teachers." Mrs. Summers said, crossing her arms over her chest.
Buffy froze, now knowing where this conversation was going.
"Therefore, you will be going no where tonight. No Bronze."
Buffy's mouth fell open, but she couldn't speak in protest. This just had to happen today, didn't it. The one night her parents noticed she existed, or had done something, was the one night she wanted to be invisible.
"But, mom!" She cried when she could finally speak.
"No buts Buffy, now go up to your room." Her mother replied, and Buffy turned and went back up the stairs, and into her room.
Then she realized something. He parents didn't know that Angel was a guy. If they found out she was dating anyone, she would be murdered, well not literally....
She picked up the phone and quickly dialed the number. It rung six times before anyone picked it up.
"'Ello, O'Conno-"
"Spike?"
"Is that you Buffy? Oh, Angel was just about to leave to come get you-"
"Yeah, that's great, is he still there?"
"Yeah, hold on."
The only reason Spike was cooperating at all was because Buffy had sounded panicked, and rushed. He wondered what she wanted.
"Hey Peaches, Phone!" He called up the stairs. He heard Angel call an "I got it!" back down to him, so he went and picked up the other phone. Hey was listening to someone else's phone conversations against the law?
"Hello?"
"Angel?"
"Hey Buffy, I was just on my way ov-"
"Don't even bother...." Buffy said, interrupting him, with a sigh.
"What, why?" Angel asked, his confusion extremely evident in his voice.
"I'm grounded. My parents found out what happened a school today...." She said, solemnly.
"So that means...."
"I can't go out with you tonight...."
"Oh...." He sighed, and waited for her to speak again. When she didn't he almost hung up.
"Angel?"
"Yeah?"
"That doesn't mean I don't want to go out with you." She said, meekly, hoping he wouldn't hang up.
"Right, so I'll see you on Monday?" He asked. Buffy could tell he was disappointed, sad even that she had called.
Then she got an idea, "Wait, how bout you swing by my house anyway? I'll meet you out front."
"But I thought you said your parents grounded you."
"Screw my parents, they don't give a damn about me anyway." She said rather harshly, and Angel picked up that maybe Buffy didn't like her parents all that much.
"I don't know Buffy...."
"Please Angel, I promise it wont get you in any trouble at all." She pleaded, wondering what it would take to get him to say yes.
"But-"
She sighed, "look Angel, I don't know about you, but I was kind of looking forward to tonight, but if you don't want to go-"
"It's not that I don't want to go, it's just.... I don't want to get you in trouble." He explained.
Buffy smiled, "Thanks for the concern Angel, but I think I can handle my parents. Meet in my front yard, but don't park in front of the house, ok?"
"Ok." She heard him sigh on the other line, and Buffy's smile disappeared. Maybe he didn't want to go out with her, maybe that's why he thought she should stay home.
The other line clicked, and went dead. Buffy slowly put down her receiver, and got up. She locked her door, and turned her CD player on. Not loud enough so that the parents would get mad, but loud enough for them to think she was still in her room.
She opened up the window, and slipped outside onto the roof, making a move to close the window, she heard o knock on he door, followed by, "Buffy?"
Se panicked, and slipped back inside and unlocked the door. Then closing the window, she hurriedly sat down on her bed, and grabbed a magazine, just as the door opened.
She looked up angrily at her father, who had just walked in. "What?"
"Listen, your mother is quite upset with you now, so we just waned to make sure that you were able to get back into that class. We will expect you to have a letter written to your teacher, explaining your actions."
Buffy looked up at him, "Yes sir." She said in a mocking tone.
"Good." He said, turning to leave. When he finally did, Buffy closed the door behind him, and locked it once more.
She went over to the window, and once again climbed outside. She jumped down off of the roof, and looked around. Angel wasn't here yet. She swallowed, suddenly realizing she hadn't told him exactly where she lived. She sighed at her own stupidity, and went out to the street. A pair of headlights greeted her, and she waved at the car.
It pulled over, and she recognized Angel sitting in the front seat. He smiled at her, then looked concerned. "You sure this is ok?"
"Positive. Don't worry about it."
She opened the door, and hoped into the black convertible. Closing it she looked at him, "Let's go."
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When they reached the Bonze, Angel parked the car, and like a perfect gentleman, opened Buffy's door for her. She smiled at him, and got out of the car. She took his hand and they walked into the Bronze.
Buffy looked up at Angel as soon s they got inside, but he didn't look down at her. She frowns, and stepped in front of him.
"What's wrong." She asked, and he looked at her.
"What do you mean?"
"You're all broody, and stuffy tonight, can't you just smile for once." She asked, jokingly.
He smirked at her, and pulled her over to a table. "I'll smile later, ok?" He asked, as he sat down. Buffy looked down at him.
"Sure, but you have to promise me something."
"What is it?"
"You'll relax and have fun, you seem tense."
Angel studied her for a second, why didn't she seem nervous? How could she be so calm. He figured she would have been at least a little hesitant tonight, but she seemed confident, and happy. It made him relax a bit, and he smiled at her.
"Ok, I promise."
"Good."
Buffy couldn't understand why she was so excited, or perky tonight, it was just the way being around Angel made her feel. Well, not normally, normally, she was afraid she say something stupid, or screw something up, but tonight, she wanted tonight to be perfect, which was weird for her.
Angel stood up, and faced Buffy, "well, as a start to this evening, do you want to dance?" he asked, still finding himself a little nervous."
"Yeah, I would." She said, taking him hand, and allowing him to lead her to the dance floor.
Angel had been hoping for a slow song, but he didn't have that much luck tonight. A rather suggestive tune flowed out of the speakers, and into the room around them. Buffy looked up at him, questioning him about this song. He just shrugged, and she knew he hadn't planned it.
Buffy turned her back to him, and leaned against him. Angel raised his eyebrows, and wondered what she was doing. She grabbed his hands, and wrapped them around her waist, leaning in closer to him.
Angel was surprised, to say the least, at Buffy's actions, but he was more surprised to the way he responded to her being this close to him. Angel allowed her to press herself full against him when she turned around.
She looked up at him, questioningly, hoping she wasn't being pushy. And from the look on his face, she could tell that maybe she was acting a bit sluttish. She stepped away from him, and looked down, muttering a "sorry".
Angel sighed in relief that she had backed off just a little bit, then seeing that she looked a bit embarrassed, he wrapped his arms around her, and pulled her close to him, just as the song faded out. Buffy looked up at him, and he smiled.
"Sorry for what?" he asked, as a slow song came on.
Buffy realized that he didn't think she was acting like a slut, and she smiled, wrapping her arms around his neck.
"Nothing, I guess..." She said, thinking her answer sounded stupid.
"Then why'd you say you were?"
"I don't know.... Guess I thought I was acting strangely...." She explained, mostly to herself.
Angel smiled, but didn't respond. He heard Buffy sigh, and looked down at her, when she rested her head on his chest. It, again, calmed him down when he finally realized that she was nervous too, even if she wasn't showing it that much. Her last actions had proved that she was as unsure of what to do, as he himself was. And he was ok with that.
"Buffy?"
"Mmm?"
"Comfy?" He asked, and she looked up at him.
"Extremely...."
"Good."
Buffy laid her head back down, and could hear Angel's heartbeat as they swayed back and forth to the music. She sighed again, feeling content, when the song suddenly changed to something a little more 'upbeat'.
She heard Angel's sigh of annoyance, and pulled away from him, "C'mon, let's sit this one out." She suggested.
He nodded, and took her hand, "You want something to drink?" He asked, as they sat down at the table.
"No, I'm ok."
"You sure?"
"Yeah."
"Ok, I'll be right back then." He said, standing up, and disappearing into the crowd, heading towards the bar.
Buffy took a deep breath, and laid her head down on the table. For some odd reason, she felt a little bit tired, but she couldn't figure out why. It couldn't be passed eight o'clock yet; there was no reason to be tired.
She closed her eyes, waiting for Angel to return to the table. When she heard a glass clank down on the table, she lifted her head, but it wasn't Angel who had sat down.
"Well hello there." The man who had sat down said.
Buffy raised an eyebrow, "Can I help you?"
Wrong thing to say.
"Well actually yes, you could," he said moving his chair closer to her. "You could come on over here and...." He whispered the rest into Buffy's ear, and her eyes widened.
"You perverted freak!" She practically screamed into his ear, and catching the guy off guard, she slapped him across the face.
The guy growled, and grabbed her arm, "C'mon precious, don't cause a scene now."
Buffy pulls her arm from his grasp, "Leave me alone." Said told him, then stole a quick glance around the room for her date. "Angel!?" she called, hoping he heard her.
"Whose Angel babe? One of your girlfriends?" he asked, reaching for her arm again.
"No. I'm Angel." Angel said stepping between the man and Buffy. She sighed in relief, and moved to stand beside him. Angel wrapped a protective arm around her waist.
"Oh, sorry man didn't know she was with someone." The guy said, obviously intimidated by Angel's size alone, he probably knew that Angel could beat the crap out of him if he wanted to.
"Well, now you do, so get lost." Angel told him, and the guy happily ran off in the other direction. Angel turned to Buffy, "Are you ok?"
"Fine, thanks."
"You sure?" He asked, not convinced.
"Yes, I'm fine Angel, but if you hadn't come along then...." She trailed off, and looked up at him.
"But I did, don't even think like that."
"Thank you."
"C'mon, let's get out of here." Angel said, but Buffy didn't move when he started to walk. Stopping Angel looked at her.
"One more dance?" She asked, thinking that she sounded like a three year old, but Angel only smiled at her.
"Sure, then we're going to get going, ok?"
"Ok." She led him back out onto the dance floor, just as a slow song came on. She recognized the song as 'Stairway To Heaven', and smiled, their last dance was going to be a long one.
Angel pulls her close, wrapping his arms around her waist. She rests her arms on his shoulders, and her head on his chest.
"Angel?"
"Yeah?"
"Thank you."
He didn't say anything, just tightened his 'grip' on her, holding her as close as she could get to him. Seeing as she wasn't protesting, Angel figured she was ok with it, and rested his chin on her head.
The song ended a little to quickly for either of their liking, and Angel looked down at Buffy.
"Ok, time to go, right?"
"Yeah, I guess so." She said, but she didn't move, she was too comfortable.
Angel laughed to himself, "C'mon Buffy, time to go."
"But I don't fell like moving...." She said into his chest, snuggling closer to him.
Angel regarded her curiously, then decided if she was too comfortable to more herself, then he would have to do it.
"Ok, whatever you say." He said, picking her up carefully.
Buffy was so surprised, she almost shrieked, but instead, she looked at him ad said, "Angel, what are you doing?"
"You said you didn't want to move, but I have to get you home before your parents notice you're gone." He explained, as Buffy squirmed in his arms.
"Well, put me down, it's not like I can't walk!" She said, and Angel laughed, "Not going to happen."
She stared at him, not believe what he had just said, "Angel O'Connor you put me down this instant!" She said, as he carried her out side.
"Ok, if you insist." He said, and dropped her into his car.
Buffy looked up at him like he was crazy, "What's going on with you?"
"I'm having fun." He replied, getting into the driver's side, and starting the car. "C'mon, let's get you home."
A/N YAY for me, it took a while to write this chapter, but I think it only took me a couple of days, if not one to get this chapter up. It's ten 'pages' long! I'm so proud of myself!
But I'm not really sure if you guys liked it, so why don't you REVIEW, and tell me!!! It would make my day so much better if you did, because I have some kind of standardized test I have to take tomorrow, and it's going to be hell! Seriously, but at least I'm missing a couple of classes. Well, there's one good thing that comes from a bad thing. Anyway....
PLEASE REVIEW! Cause then I'll update for you really, really soon! I Promise!
Bloody SunSet
Thank you to Tariq, skye-larke913, and meg for reviewing, your reviews cause this chapter to happen.
Disclaimer: I own the plot, does that count for anything?
Summary: Buffy's just a normal girl who's lost her way in the world, but what happens when another lost soul captures her heart, and refuses to give it back?
Last Chapter Summary: Angel brought Spike to school, what was he thinking? Buffy stood up for Spike, and got herself kicked out of Art class, and maybe there was some Willow and Oz sparkage going on....
But It Feels So Right
Buffy rummaged through he closet. She'd had at least twenty-four hours to find something to wear, and not that it was six thirty, she was panicking. Everything she had picked out, didn't look nice enough, or looked too nice. She figured this should be a casual thing, but she didn't know how to dress casually fancy, like she wanted to.
She didn't want the full-fledged prom look, but she did want to look like she at least cared what he thought of her., and because of that, she couldn't just throw on some jeans and an old tee shirt.
She finally decided on wearing a black, medium length skirt that came down to around her knees, and a white shirt, that tightly clung to her upper body. At first Buffy thought she looked like a slut, but then decided it look, ok.
She grabbed some black high heels and looked at the clock. Six forty-five. She still had time to get ready, do her make up and stuff. She smiled, and went into the bathroom.
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(The dilemma in another's perspective....)
Angel stood in front of his dresser in his boxers. He pulled out a pair of jeans and a dark red button up shirt. He pulled the shirt over his head, but tossed the jeans over his shoulder, figuring he would look a little under dressed if he wore them.
He sighed, and buttoned p the shirt, just as Spike walked into his room.
"Don't you ever knock?" Angel asked obviously annoyed that his cousin had chosen now to come and annoy him.
"Not unless I have to, nope." Spike said, sitting down on Angel's bed, next to a pile of clothes. "God man, what are you doing?"
"I'm getting dressed, what does it look like?" Angel asked, not looking at him, he was too busy searching through his drawers looking for some black pants that would look good on him.
"You look like you're going through every article of clothing you own." Spike told him, looking through the pile of clothes.
"Yeah well, I want to look good tonight, ok?"
"Oh, that Buffy chick, right." Spike asked, "Well, if this girl can get you so riled up over something like a stupid trip to your little club downtown, it' be funny to see what you'd do if you were going on a real date."
"Will you just shut up!" Angel shouted at him, tuning around, and pulling a pair of black pants on.
"That's all you tell me to do, so, I guess my answer is no, I'm not going to shut up just because you want me to."
Angel growled at him, then rolled his eyes, Spike was trying to piss him off, make him nervous, and Angel knew it. It was what Spike did, annoyed people, kind of his thing.
Spike smirked at his cousin, "Well, I'll be seeing you later peaches, ta." He said, leaving the room, and closing the door behind him.
Angel watched him go, then turned to the mess on his bed. Now that he was dressed, he had to clean it up....
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"Buffy Anna Summers! Get you but down here this instant!" Buffy heard her mother's voice from the bottom of the stairs, and ran down to her.
"Yeah mom?" She asked, and her mother gave her a quizzical look, seeing what she was wearing.
"Where do you think you're going tonight, little lady?" Her father asked coming into the room.
"I was going out with Angel, to the Bronze." She said, not quite understanding what her parents were playing at.
"I don't think so."
"We received a call from the school this afternoon. It seems you interrupted a class, and insulted one of your teachers." Mrs. Summers said, crossing her arms over her chest.
Buffy froze, now knowing where this conversation was going.
"Therefore, you will be going no where tonight. No Bronze."
Buffy's mouth fell open, but she couldn't speak in protest. This just had to happen today, didn't it. The one night her parents noticed she existed, or had done something, was the one night she wanted to be invisible.
"But, mom!" She cried when she could finally speak.
"No buts Buffy, now go up to your room." Her mother replied, and Buffy turned and went back up the stairs, and into her room.
Then she realized something. He parents didn't know that Angel was a guy. If they found out she was dating anyone, she would be murdered, well not literally....
She picked up the phone and quickly dialed the number. It rung six times before anyone picked it up.
"'Ello, O'Conno-"
"Spike?"
"Is that you Buffy? Oh, Angel was just about to leave to come get you-"
"Yeah, that's great, is he still there?"
"Yeah, hold on."
The only reason Spike was cooperating at all was because Buffy had sounded panicked, and rushed. He wondered what she wanted.
"Hey Peaches, Phone!" He called up the stairs. He heard Angel call an "I got it!" back down to him, so he went and picked up the other phone. Hey was listening to someone else's phone conversations against the law?
"Hello?"
"Angel?"
"Hey Buffy, I was just on my way ov-"
"Don't even bother...." Buffy said, interrupting him, with a sigh.
"What, why?" Angel asked, his confusion extremely evident in his voice.
"I'm grounded. My parents found out what happened a school today...." She said, solemnly.
"So that means...."
"I can't go out with you tonight...."
"Oh...." He sighed, and waited for her to speak again. When she didn't he almost hung up.
"Angel?"
"Yeah?"
"That doesn't mean I don't want to go out with you." She said, meekly, hoping he wouldn't hang up.
"Right, so I'll see you on Monday?" He asked. Buffy could tell he was disappointed, sad even that she had called.
Then she got an idea, "Wait, how bout you swing by my house anyway? I'll meet you out front."
"But I thought you said your parents grounded you."
"Screw my parents, they don't give a damn about me anyway." She said rather harshly, and Angel picked up that maybe Buffy didn't like her parents all that much.
"I don't know Buffy...."
"Please Angel, I promise it wont get you in any trouble at all." She pleaded, wondering what it would take to get him to say yes.
"But-"
She sighed, "look Angel, I don't know about you, but I was kind of looking forward to tonight, but if you don't want to go-"
"It's not that I don't want to go, it's just.... I don't want to get you in trouble." He explained.
Buffy smiled, "Thanks for the concern Angel, but I think I can handle my parents. Meet in my front yard, but don't park in front of the house, ok?"
"Ok." She heard him sigh on the other line, and Buffy's smile disappeared. Maybe he didn't want to go out with her, maybe that's why he thought she should stay home.
The other line clicked, and went dead. Buffy slowly put down her receiver, and got up. She locked her door, and turned her CD player on. Not loud enough so that the parents would get mad, but loud enough for them to think she was still in her room.
She opened up the window, and slipped outside onto the roof, making a move to close the window, she heard o knock on he door, followed by, "Buffy?"
Se panicked, and slipped back inside and unlocked the door. Then closing the window, she hurriedly sat down on her bed, and grabbed a magazine, just as the door opened.
She looked up angrily at her father, who had just walked in. "What?"
"Listen, your mother is quite upset with you now, so we just waned to make sure that you were able to get back into that class. We will expect you to have a letter written to your teacher, explaining your actions."
Buffy looked up at him, "Yes sir." She said in a mocking tone.
"Good." He said, turning to leave. When he finally did, Buffy closed the door behind him, and locked it once more.
She went over to the window, and once again climbed outside. She jumped down off of the roof, and looked around. Angel wasn't here yet. She swallowed, suddenly realizing she hadn't told him exactly where she lived. She sighed at her own stupidity, and went out to the street. A pair of headlights greeted her, and she waved at the car.
It pulled over, and she recognized Angel sitting in the front seat. He smiled at her, then looked concerned. "You sure this is ok?"
"Positive. Don't worry about it."
She opened the door, and hoped into the black convertible. Closing it she looked at him, "Let's go."
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When they reached the Bonze, Angel parked the car, and like a perfect gentleman, opened Buffy's door for her. She smiled at him, and got out of the car. She took his hand and they walked into the Bronze.
Buffy looked up at Angel as soon s they got inside, but he didn't look down at her. She frowns, and stepped in front of him.
"What's wrong." She asked, and he looked at her.
"What do you mean?"
"You're all broody, and stuffy tonight, can't you just smile for once." She asked, jokingly.
He smirked at her, and pulled her over to a table. "I'll smile later, ok?" He asked, as he sat down. Buffy looked down at him.
"Sure, but you have to promise me something."
"What is it?"
"You'll relax and have fun, you seem tense."
Angel studied her for a second, why didn't she seem nervous? How could she be so calm. He figured she would have been at least a little hesitant tonight, but she seemed confident, and happy. It made him relax a bit, and he smiled at her.
"Ok, I promise."
"Good."
Buffy couldn't understand why she was so excited, or perky tonight, it was just the way being around Angel made her feel. Well, not normally, normally, she was afraid she say something stupid, or screw something up, but tonight, she wanted tonight to be perfect, which was weird for her.
Angel stood up, and faced Buffy, "well, as a start to this evening, do you want to dance?" he asked, still finding himself a little nervous."
"Yeah, I would." She said, taking him hand, and allowing him to lead her to the dance floor.
Angel had been hoping for a slow song, but he didn't have that much luck tonight. A rather suggestive tune flowed out of the speakers, and into the room around them. Buffy looked up at him, questioning him about this song. He just shrugged, and she knew he hadn't planned it.
Buffy turned her back to him, and leaned against him. Angel raised his eyebrows, and wondered what she was doing. She grabbed his hands, and wrapped them around her waist, leaning in closer to him.
Angel was surprised, to say the least, at Buffy's actions, but he was more surprised to the way he responded to her being this close to him. Angel allowed her to press herself full against him when she turned around.
She looked up at him, questioningly, hoping she wasn't being pushy. And from the look on his face, she could tell that maybe she was acting a bit sluttish. She stepped away from him, and looked down, muttering a "sorry".
Angel sighed in relief that she had backed off just a little bit, then seeing that she looked a bit embarrassed, he wrapped his arms around her, and pulled her close to him, just as the song faded out. Buffy looked up at him, and he smiled.
"Sorry for what?" he asked, as a slow song came on.
Buffy realized that he didn't think she was acting like a slut, and she smiled, wrapping her arms around his neck.
"Nothing, I guess..." She said, thinking her answer sounded stupid.
"Then why'd you say you were?"
"I don't know.... Guess I thought I was acting strangely...." She explained, mostly to herself.
Angel smiled, but didn't respond. He heard Buffy sigh, and looked down at her, when she rested her head on his chest. It, again, calmed him down when he finally realized that she was nervous too, even if she wasn't showing it that much. Her last actions had proved that she was as unsure of what to do, as he himself was. And he was ok with that.
"Buffy?"
"Mmm?"
"Comfy?" He asked, and she looked up at him.
"Extremely...."
"Good."
Buffy laid her head back down, and could hear Angel's heartbeat as they swayed back and forth to the music. She sighed again, feeling content, when the song suddenly changed to something a little more 'upbeat'.
She heard Angel's sigh of annoyance, and pulled away from him, "C'mon, let's sit this one out." She suggested.
He nodded, and took her hand, "You want something to drink?" He asked, as they sat down at the table.
"No, I'm ok."
"You sure?"
"Yeah."
"Ok, I'll be right back then." He said, standing up, and disappearing into the crowd, heading towards the bar.
Buffy took a deep breath, and laid her head down on the table. For some odd reason, she felt a little bit tired, but she couldn't figure out why. It couldn't be passed eight o'clock yet; there was no reason to be tired.
She closed her eyes, waiting for Angel to return to the table. When she heard a glass clank down on the table, she lifted her head, but it wasn't Angel who had sat down.
"Well hello there." The man who had sat down said.
Buffy raised an eyebrow, "Can I help you?"
Wrong thing to say.
"Well actually yes, you could," he said moving his chair closer to her. "You could come on over here and...." He whispered the rest into Buffy's ear, and her eyes widened.
"You perverted freak!" She practically screamed into his ear, and catching the guy off guard, she slapped him across the face.
The guy growled, and grabbed her arm, "C'mon precious, don't cause a scene now."
Buffy pulls her arm from his grasp, "Leave me alone." Said told him, then stole a quick glance around the room for her date. "Angel!?" she called, hoping he heard her.
"Whose Angel babe? One of your girlfriends?" he asked, reaching for her arm again.
"No. I'm Angel." Angel said stepping between the man and Buffy. She sighed in relief, and moved to stand beside him. Angel wrapped a protective arm around her waist.
"Oh, sorry man didn't know she was with someone." The guy said, obviously intimidated by Angel's size alone, he probably knew that Angel could beat the crap out of him if he wanted to.
"Well, now you do, so get lost." Angel told him, and the guy happily ran off in the other direction. Angel turned to Buffy, "Are you ok?"
"Fine, thanks."
"You sure?" He asked, not convinced.
"Yes, I'm fine Angel, but if you hadn't come along then...." She trailed off, and looked up at him.
"But I did, don't even think like that."
"Thank you."
"C'mon, let's get out of here." Angel said, but Buffy didn't move when he started to walk. Stopping Angel looked at her.
"One more dance?" She asked, thinking that she sounded like a three year old, but Angel only smiled at her.
"Sure, then we're going to get going, ok?"
"Ok." She led him back out onto the dance floor, just as a slow song came on. She recognized the song as 'Stairway To Heaven', and smiled, their last dance was going to be a long one.
Angel pulls her close, wrapping his arms around her waist. She rests her arms on his shoulders, and her head on his chest.
"Angel?"
"Yeah?"
"Thank you."
He didn't say anything, just tightened his 'grip' on her, holding her as close as she could get to him. Seeing as she wasn't protesting, Angel figured she was ok with it, and rested his chin on her head.
The song ended a little to quickly for either of their liking, and Angel looked down at Buffy.
"Ok, time to go, right?"
"Yeah, I guess so." She said, but she didn't move, she was too comfortable.
Angel laughed to himself, "C'mon Buffy, time to go."
"But I don't fell like moving...." She said into his chest, snuggling closer to him.
Angel regarded her curiously, then decided if she was too comfortable to more herself, then he would have to do it.
"Ok, whatever you say." He said, picking her up carefully.
Buffy was so surprised, she almost shrieked, but instead, she looked at him ad said, "Angel, what are you doing?"
"You said you didn't want to move, but I have to get you home before your parents notice you're gone." He explained, as Buffy squirmed in his arms.
"Well, put me down, it's not like I can't walk!" She said, and Angel laughed, "Not going to happen."
She stared at him, not believe what he had just said, "Angel O'Connor you put me down this instant!" She said, as he carried her out side.
"Ok, if you insist." He said, and dropped her into his car.
Buffy looked up at him like he was crazy, "What's going on with you?"
"I'm having fun." He replied, getting into the driver's side, and starting the car. "C'mon, let's get you home."
A/N YAY for me, it took a while to write this chapter, but I think it only took me a couple of days, if not one to get this chapter up. It's ten 'pages' long! I'm so proud of myself!
But I'm not really sure if you guys liked it, so why don't you REVIEW, and tell me!!! It would make my day so much better if you did, because I have some kind of standardized test I have to take tomorrow, and it's going to be hell! Seriously, but at least I'm missing a couple of classes. Well, there's one good thing that comes from a bad thing. Anyway....
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