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Buffy stood in the hotel room, her hand on her hip. She watched on as her mother, step-sister and brother argued like children over who got what rooms.
Rolling her eyes, she stepped forward. "Everyone please just shut up. If you're going to behave like this, I guess I'll have to be the mature one for once and settle it."
Her step-mother, who she called mom, Joan, looked at her with a smile. She had short blonde hair, with darker roots and was dressed in a pair of flare jeans and black tank top. She was thirty six, only young compared to Buffy's father's age of fourty nine. But, they were in love. And had been for about fourteen years.
"You're right about the once part," Joan said jokingly.
"And you're wrong about the arguing like a child part," Buffy said back. "Now, I have the perfect soloution. You and Ann can stay here, in this room. And me and Evan will go next door and share that room. I, unlike Ann, have no problem with sharing a room with my brother. And she, unlike Evan has no problem with sharing with her mom. So, problem solved. And you were all fighting over something so little."
Joan laughed. "That sounds right. I'll tell the bellboy to send your bags to the next room."
"Bellboy?" Buffy said. "Wow, the human race really has gotten more lazy."
"No, only the rich ones," Evan said, heading for the door. "I'm going for a walk."
"That makes two of us," Buffy said, turning. "Don't worry. As well as we get along, this is a Buffy walk, not a Buffy-Evan walk. Feel free to go drool over girls who will never give you a second glance."
"I'd say something, but it'd be rude to say in a room full of ladies," Evan said, walking out.
Buffy rolled her eyes at him and turned back to her mother and sister. "He just doesn't have anything smart to say back," she said.
"Be back by dinner time," Joan called after her.
"Stupid machine!" Buffy yelled, as she hit the pop machine with her fist. "Ugh! Give me back my damn money you piece of crap before I..."
She stopped when she saw a dark haired man walk in front of her. He pulled something out of his pocket and began to pick at the lock on the machine. The lock opened, and he took it off, opening the front part of the pop machine.
"What's your pleasure?" he asked.
"Huh? Oh, um... Coke," Buffy said, a bit unsure.
She stared him over as he handed her a can of coke and her change back. He was tall with dark hair and dark brown eyes to match. He was dressed in a black shirt and black jeans that were semi-tight.
"Here... It's on the machine," he said, closing it and re-locking it.
"Thanks."
"Angel," he said, extending his hand.
"Buffy," she said, shaking it.
"Buffy, that's an unusual name."
"Well, I'm unusual," she said, smiling
"So, are you here on vacation with your family?" he asked.
"Um, yeah... You could say that... Half of my family anyway."
"What do you mean?"
"Well... I can't believe I'm telling a complete stranger this, but... My dad tends to be a no-show for most of our trips. It's always just me, my mom, my sister and my brother. And he's even getting to old to come with us anymore... I'm going to start to protest if it's just me and them."
"Older brother?" he asked.
"Yeah, he's nineteen. He's, um, he's very protective. Not that I need protecting..."
"Every girl likes to feel protected."
"Oh yeah? What are you? Gay?" she asked.
He laughed. "No, I'm not. If I was, I wouldn't ask you out for dinner tomorrow night, would I?"
"Oh, well, um, no... You wouldn't," Buffy said, blushing.
"So..."
"So, dinner would be a nice escape," she said.
"Great."
"Yeah, well, I should head back before they send out a search party."
"I'll meet you here tomorrow at six thirty?" he asked.
"I'll be here," she said, turning to leave.
"Bye Buffy."
"Bye Angel."