A/N Chapter 21 never thought Id ever get here.... Thank you to Katie, melluvben, Amai745, Sandyeco, and Jangel for reviewing! Maybe if Im lucky like four people will review and Ill get 100. That would be so cool!!! Oh, and I changed my Username, but its still me! I swear!
Disclaimer: I refuse to say it, unless someone's going to sue me....
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?
But It Feels So Right
Monday, a great day of the week if you weren't going to school, but also a bad day when your boyfriend was, and you weren't. But there also was the fact that today was the day Angel was going to formally introduce her to his parents, and Buffy was feeling a little nervous.
What if they didn't like her? What if they said she couldn't stay here, what would she do then?
Buffy was pondering all of this, and trying to concentrate on a book Angel had given her to read, and so far the only part of the book she'd read was, 'It was the best of times, it was the worst of times....' But then again, everyone knew those lines even if they hadn't read 'A Tale Of Two Cities' it was like, universal or something.
Giving up completely on Mr. Dickens, she closed the book, and set it on Angel's nightstand. There was too much for her to be thinking about for her to be reading a book. Especially a book about the French, and the fact that she really disliked the French because she had to learn their language as a requirement made it even more bothersome to read.
So instead of reading about beheadings, and the French during their revolution, she concentrated of thinking about what was going to happen in court. She hadn't talked to Gunn since they had first met, and was just a little anxious to see him again, and discuss what she was going to need to know in order to get everything right, and beat her father in court.
She also wasn't exactly sure when she was supposed to go to court, but she figured Gunn would speak to her a couple of times before she had to. And they would probably go through every thing she could say, couldn't say, and how everything was going to go. Or at least she thought they would, it was what always happened in those jury movies....
Buffy sighed; it was still only ten thirty. Angel was going to be in school for another three and a half hours at least, and she just wanted to be with him. Not thinking about the case, not reading a book, not sitting here with nothing to do. She wanted to lie with him, and have him just talk to her, tell her it was going to be all right, and that he was going to be there for her. Just hold her, and be there, that's all he had to do to keep her happy, because that's all she wanted.
To be wanted.
She shook her head, and lay down on the bed, looking up at the ceiling wondering how long she could sit here without going crazy. At least when she'd had to go to school, she'd had something to do all day, even if it was boring stuff.
Closing her eyes, Buffy yawned, fatigued from the thinking she had been doing, and because she hadn't gotten that much sleep last night, and the fact that she hadn't been out of bed that morning except when Angel had gotten up for school made her feel lazy. That's what it was a lazy tired feeling, and she didn't like it all that much. But not liking it wasn't making her want to move anymore than she had already. Maybe Angel wouldn't mind if she just curled up and went to sleep....
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"....And the equivalent fraction in this problem would be....um.... Mr. O'Connor?" the teacher asked, snapping Angel out of his dazed look.
"What...? Oh.... Um....1/3?" he asked more than answered, looking up at the math teacher, having no clue at what he was being asked.
"I'm sorry, no. Anyone else?"
One hand shot up in the class, and the teacher's attention was drawn away from Angel to another student, relieving Angel from having to actually answer the question. Not paying attention to the other kids answer, Angel went right back to staring into space a blank expression on his face, thinking.
What if Buffy feels alone today, maybe I should have let her come to school today. I hope she's ok. Wait, why am I worrying? Buffy will be alright, I'm only going to be gone for a couple of hours more, and she's just as capable of staying alone as I am. I can't think of her as being helpless, because she's not. Angel thought, I just wonder if she wanted to stay home, maybe she wanted to come here, talk to Willow and Xander more....
The bell rang and the entire class minus Angel stood up and began to move towards the door. When Xander noticed his friend not moving, he walked over to him, and whacked him on the arm.
"C'mon man, we're half way through the day, don't fall asleep on us now."
"Huh? Oh, sorry Xand, just a little bit zoned here, thinking about stuff."
"Aren't you always? Anyway, it's lunch time, c'mon." Xander said, as Angel stood up and they both made their way to the cafeteria.
"So.... This stuff you were thinking about, was it Buffy?" Xander asked as he, Willow and Angel sat down at a table.
"Yeah, why?" Angel asked looking at him.
"No reason, how is she by the way?"
"Good, she's doing very good. Better than I would have thought she was doing." Angel replied smiling.
"That's good," Willow said, pulling an apple out of a brown paper bag. "Hey Angel?"
"Yeah?"
"You wouldn't mind if I stopped by tomorrow, and you know, talked to her or something, it's just, I kind of miss having someone to talk to about, well, girl stuff, and if she's feeling better, I'd kind of like to just, you know...."
"Will, you're babbling." Xander interrupted.
"Oh, right sorry about that.... Yeah so maybe just hang with her, you know, girls night out or something?" she finished, looking at Angel sheepishly.
"Yeah, if she's up to it, it's really not my decision to make you know, she's her own person."
"Ok then, can I plan on Tuesday, or are you guys doing something...?" Willow asked, taking a bite of her apple.
"Sure, just swing by the house, but you might want to call first. Let her know you're coming."
"Ok, sounds good. I'll call tonight, unless...."
"Willow! Just call, you don't have to keep putting in that unless, it's annoying!" Angel said exasperatedly.
"Sorry, I just don't want to interrupt if you guys are busy." She said, smiling innocently at him.
"Willow I swear...."
"Sorry! It wont happen again, promise." She said crossing her finger over her heart.
Xander looked at Willow, and shook his head, "Will, you're acting more like a guy everyday. With the obnoxious comments, the suggestive comments...."
"Yeah, but the best part is, I'm not one of the guys." She said, smiling.
Angel shook his head; his friends could be a little weird sometimes. Ok, more than a little, and more often than sometimes. But when they joked, you could tell they weren't serious, and that's what made them great friends. You could tell when they were serious, and when they were joking, unless Willow went all monotonous, then it got confusing.
Looking around the lunchroom for Spike, Angel saw him sitting with Dru, and sighed, his cousin was a real dork sometimes. Most of the time he was just stupid, but this was defiantly new territory for him, and Angel was hoping that he didn't fall for that girl, mostly because it would mean she would be at his house, but also because she was crazy.
Thinking about girls, Angel's mind once again wandered back to Buffy. What was she doing? Why didn't he let her come to school? He had to talk to her when he got home, even if that was in, like, an hour or so, he could wait just a little longer.
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Buffy sighed and sat up. She hadn't moved for the last two hours, and her leg was asleep. She tried to stand, but fell back over on to the bed. Grumbling, she stands up and shakes her foot, trying to get back some of the feeling in her leg.
She rubs the sleepies out of her eyes, and yawns. School was out, where was Angel? She shrugged, and grabbed some clothes out of the duffel she had grabbed from her house a couple of days ago.
Pulling them on, she opened the door to Angel's room, and walked out into the hallway. Looking down the hall, her eyes fall upon that strange black door she had noticed a while back. (A/N yeah, that door actually had a point before....)
She walks toward it until she finds herself close enough to see in detail the carvings. Little roses, and vines weaved themselves in the wood, climbing in every which direction. She slowly placed her hand on the doorknob and turns it.
She slowly opened the door, until it was fully open in front of her. She gasped at the room that lay before her as she moved into it. The walls were painted a light shade of pink, and the bed was two tall mattresses, that came up to her waist. As opposed to the wooden floor in the rest of the house, there was a tinted white carpet.
A dresser lay in the corner, the top scarcely covered. A small porcelain jewelry box and a hairbrush were all that covered its surface. Buffy reached forward to open the box, then pulled her hand back.
This room didn't look like it was used a lot, maybe that meant she wasn't supposed to be in here. She turned and retraced her steps to the doorway, and left the room, closing the door quietly behind her.
"Having fun?"
Buffy jumped at the sound of someone else's voice, surprised, having thought she was alone. She turned to face the speaker, and found herself just a little guilty about going in the room when she saw Angel.
"Sorry.... It's just that that room felt different than all the others and I...." She tried to explain.
"It's alright Buffy, you're allowed in there, but you could've just asked if you wanted to see it."
She looked up at him, "Well, I didn't realize I wanted to see it until just now, other wise I would have asked. I didn't touch anything." She said, hoping that would amend for going in there.
Angel smiled at her, "It's my mother's room, I wouldn't let my father change it after she died, so he left it the way it was."
Buffy stayed silent, not knowing what she could or wanted to say to him at that moment.
"I go in there to think sometimes, it just has that peaceful feeling to it, and I like that," he said, looking down at her.
She smiled nervously at him, still unsure of what she should say. He gave her a reassuring look, and she realized she didn't have to talk to comfort him. She didn't have to do anything. He wasn't over his mother's death, but he could talk about it.
"Angel."
He sighed, and nodded at her, they both moved down the hallway to his room. Angel closed the door behind him, and sat down on the bed next to her.
"Gunn called my cell today." He said, looking down at her.
"He did?" Buffy asked.
"Yeah, he didn't know the home phone, and I'd given it to him a while back. He was a friend of mine when I was a freshman, one of those guys who comes to the school, and tells about college. Anyway, he said he wants to talk to you tomorrow down at the station about your father." Angel told her.
"Right, I can do that, if you'll give me a ride there." She said, not liking the idea of talking to her father, but knowing it needed to get done.
He smiled, "I will, but that means you'll have to come to school tomorrow, and I'll need a note from my dad, I'm sure we'll get down there some how."
"When?"
"Around ten o'clock. So.... You want to come to school tomorrow?" he asked.
"Yeah, I think it will be good for me." Buffy said, smiling at the fact that she'd get to mingle with her friends for the day, instead of being stuck here. Not that being stuck here was bad or anything....
"So, what do you want to do now?" he asked.
"How about we stay right here?" she asked, moving so she was sitting in front of him.
"Sounds fine to me." He said, and she smiled.
Buffy leaned closer to him, and kissed him softly. She then found herself laying on top of him, when he grabbed her around the waist, and pulled her down on him. She laughed, and kissed him again, finding it easy to relax when he was around.
A/N Eep! Sorry, it was really late. I have writer's block and it's hard to think of stuff, I'm really sorry! Anyway, hope you guys liked the chapter, you can tell me by reviewing!!
Darkened Ages
Disclaimer: I refuse to say it, unless someone's going to sue me....
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?
But It Feels So Right
Monday, a great day of the week if you weren't going to school, but also a bad day when your boyfriend was, and you weren't. But there also was the fact that today was the day Angel was going to formally introduce her to his parents, and Buffy was feeling a little nervous.
What if they didn't like her? What if they said she couldn't stay here, what would she do then?
Buffy was pondering all of this, and trying to concentrate on a book Angel had given her to read, and so far the only part of the book she'd read was, 'It was the best of times, it was the worst of times....' But then again, everyone knew those lines even if they hadn't read 'A Tale Of Two Cities' it was like, universal or something.
Giving up completely on Mr. Dickens, she closed the book, and set it on Angel's nightstand. There was too much for her to be thinking about for her to be reading a book. Especially a book about the French, and the fact that she really disliked the French because she had to learn their language as a requirement made it even more bothersome to read.
So instead of reading about beheadings, and the French during their revolution, she concentrated of thinking about what was going to happen in court. She hadn't talked to Gunn since they had first met, and was just a little anxious to see him again, and discuss what she was going to need to know in order to get everything right, and beat her father in court.
She also wasn't exactly sure when she was supposed to go to court, but she figured Gunn would speak to her a couple of times before she had to. And they would probably go through every thing she could say, couldn't say, and how everything was going to go. Or at least she thought they would, it was what always happened in those jury movies....
Buffy sighed; it was still only ten thirty. Angel was going to be in school for another three and a half hours at least, and she just wanted to be with him. Not thinking about the case, not reading a book, not sitting here with nothing to do. She wanted to lie with him, and have him just talk to her, tell her it was going to be all right, and that he was going to be there for her. Just hold her, and be there, that's all he had to do to keep her happy, because that's all she wanted.
To be wanted.
She shook her head, and lay down on the bed, looking up at the ceiling wondering how long she could sit here without going crazy. At least when she'd had to go to school, she'd had something to do all day, even if it was boring stuff.
Closing her eyes, Buffy yawned, fatigued from the thinking she had been doing, and because she hadn't gotten that much sleep last night, and the fact that she hadn't been out of bed that morning except when Angel had gotten up for school made her feel lazy. That's what it was a lazy tired feeling, and she didn't like it all that much. But not liking it wasn't making her want to move anymore than she had already. Maybe Angel wouldn't mind if she just curled up and went to sleep....
(::::::::::)
"....And the equivalent fraction in this problem would be....um.... Mr. O'Connor?" the teacher asked, snapping Angel out of his dazed look.
"What...? Oh.... Um....1/3?" he asked more than answered, looking up at the math teacher, having no clue at what he was being asked.
"I'm sorry, no. Anyone else?"
One hand shot up in the class, and the teacher's attention was drawn away from Angel to another student, relieving Angel from having to actually answer the question. Not paying attention to the other kids answer, Angel went right back to staring into space a blank expression on his face, thinking.
What if Buffy feels alone today, maybe I should have let her come to school today. I hope she's ok. Wait, why am I worrying? Buffy will be alright, I'm only going to be gone for a couple of hours more, and she's just as capable of staying alone as I am. I can't think of her as being helpless, because she's not. Angel thought, I just wonder if she wanted to stay home, maybe she wanted to come here, talk to Willow and Xander more....
The bell rang and the entire class minus Angel stood up and began to move towards the door. When Xander noticed his friend not moving, he walked over to him, and whacked him on the arm.
"C'mon man, we're half way through the day, don't fall asleep on us now."
"Huh? Oh, sorry Xand, just a little bit zoned here, thinking about stuff."
"Aren't you always? Anyway, it's lunch time, c'mon." Xander said, as Angel stood up and they both made their way to the cafeteria.
"So.... This stuff you were thinking about, was it Buffy?" Xander asked as he, Willow and Angel sat down at a table.
"Yeah, why?" Angel asked looking at him.
"No reason, how is she by the way?"
"Good, she's doing very good. Better than I would have thought she was doing." Angel replied smiling.
"That's good," Willow said, pulling an apple out of a brown paper bag. "Hey Angel?"
"Yeah?"
"You wouldn't mind if I stopped by tomorrow, and you know, talked to her or something, it's just, I kind of miss having someone to talk to about, well, girl stuff, and if she's feeling better, I'd kind of like to just, you know...."
"Will, you're babbling." Xander interrupted.
"Oh, right sorry about that.... Yeah so maybe just hang with her, you know, girls night out or something?" she finished, looking at Angel sheepishly.
"Yeah, if she's up to it, it's really not my decision to make you know, she's her own person."
"Ok then, can I plan on Tuesday, or are you guys doing something...?" Willow asked, taking a bite of her apple.
"Sure, just swing by the house, but you might want to call first. Let her know you're coming."
"Ok, sounds good. I'll call tonight, unless...."
"Willow! Just call, you don't have to keep putting in that unless, it's annoying!" Angel said exasperatedly.
"Sorry, I just don't want to interrupt if you guys are busy." She said, smiling innocently at him.
"Willow I swear...."
"Sorry! It wont happen again, promise." She said crossing her finger over her heart.
Xander looked at Willow, and shook his head, "Will, you're acting more like a guy everyday. With the obnoxious comments, the suggestive comments...."
"Yeah, but the best part is, I'm not one of the guys." She said, smiling.
Angel shook his head; his friends could be a little weird sometimes. Ok, more than a little, and more often than sometimes. But when they joked, you could tell they weren't serious, and that's what made them great friends. You could tell when they were serious, and when they were joking, unless Willow went all monotonous, then it got confusing.
Looking around the lunchroom for Spike, Angel saw him sitting with Dru, and sighed, his cousin was a real dork sometimes. Most of the time he was just stupid, but this was defiantly new territory for him, and Angel was hoping that he didn't fall for that girl, mostly because it would mean she would be at his house, but also because she was crazy.
Thinking about girls, Angel's mind once again wandered back to Buffy. What was she doing? Why didn't he let her come to school? He had to talk to her when he got home, even if that was in, like, an hour or so, he could wait just a little longer.
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Buffy sighed and sat up. She hadn't moved for the last two hours, and her leg was asleep. She tried to stand, but fell back over on to the bed. Grumbling, she stands up and shakes her foot, trying to get back some of the feeling in her leg.
She rubs the sleepies out of her eyes, and yawns. School was out, where was Angel? She shrugged, and grabbed some clothes out of the duffel she had grabbed from her house a couple of days ago.
Pulling them on, she opened the door to Angel's room, and walked out into the hallway. Looking down the hall, her eyes fall upon that strange black door she had noticed a while back. (A/N yeah, that door actually had a point before....)
She walks toward it until she finds herself close enough to see in detail the carvings. Little roses, and vines weaved themselves in the wood, climbing in every which direction. She slowly placed her hand on the doorknob and turns it.
She slowly opened the door, until it was fully open in front of her. She gasped at the room that lay before her as she moved into it. The walls were painted a light shade of pink, and the bed was two tall mattresses, that came up to her waist. As opposed to the wooden floor in the rest of the house, there was a tinted white carpet.
A dresser lay in the corner, the top scarcely covered. A small porcelain jewelry box and a hairbrush were all that covered its surface. Buffy reached forward to open the box, then pulled her hand back.
This room didn't look like it was used a lot, maybe that meant she wasn't supposed to be in here. She turned and retraced her steps to the doorway, and left the room, closing the door quietly behind her.
"Having fun?"
Buffy jumped at the sound of someone else's voice, surprised, having thought she was alone. She turned to face the speaker, and found herself just a little guilty about going in the room when she saw Angel.
"Sorry.... It's just that that room felt different than all the others and I...." She tried to explain.
"It's alright Buffy, you're allowed in there, but you could've just asked if you wanted to see it."
She looked up at him, "Well, I didn't realize I wanted to see it until just now, other wise I would have asked. I didn't touch anything." She said, hoping that would amend for going in there.
Angel smiled at her, "It's my mother's room, I wouldn't let my father change it after she died, so he left it the way it was."
Buffy stayed silent, not knowing what she could or wanted to say to him at that moment.
"I go in there to think sometimes, it just has that peaceful feeling to it, and I like that," he said, looking down at her.
She smiled nervously at him, still unsure of what she should say. He gave her a reassuring look, and she realized she didn't have to talk to comfort him. She didn't have to do anything. He wasn't over his mother's death, but he could talk about it.
"Angel."
He sighed, and nodded at her, they both moved down the hallway to his room. Angel closed the door behind him, and sat down on the bed next to her.
"Gunn called my cell today." He said, looking down at her.
"He did?" Buffy asked.
"Yeah, he didn't know the home phone, and I'd given it to him a while back. He was a friend of mine when I was a freshman, one of those guys who comes to the school, and tells about college. Anyway, he said he wants to talk to you tomorrow down at the station about your father." Angel told her.
"Right, I can do that, if you'll give me a ride there." She said, not liking the idea of talking to her father, but knowing it needed to get done.
He smiled, "I will, but that means you'll have to come to school tomorrow, and I'll need a note from my dad, I'm sure we'll get down there some how."
"When?"
"Around ten o'clock. So.... You want to come to school tomorrow?" he asked.
"Yeah, I think it will be good for me." Buffy said, smiling at the fact that she'd get to mingle with her friends for the day, instead of being stuck here. Not that being stuck here was bad or anything....
"So, what do you want to do now?" he asked.
"How about we stay right here?" she asked, moving so she was sitting in front of him.
"Sounds fine to me." He said, and she smiled.
Buffy leaned closer to him, and kissed him softly. She then found herself laying on top of him, when he grabbed her around the waist, and pulled her down on him. She laughed, and kissed him again, finding it easy to relax when he was around.
A/N Eep! Sorry, it was really late. I have writer's block and it's hard to think of stuff, I'm really sorry! Anyway, hope you guys liked the chapter, you can tell me by reviewing!!
Darkened Ages