9/2/04

This is for everyone Who Reviewed, Specially Utter Dork!

15 Something Chapter 2

So Wesley and Cordelia were sitting on the red sofas, watching as Spike and Gunn beat up one another. They seemed to be evenly matched. Gunn had the height advantage, while Spike had the vamp advantage.

They fought, until they knocked over some priceless vase that was sitting on some shoddy little stand. "Oh dear" Wesley said, as the glass and powder decorated the floor. It had been his favorite vase. He got up and glared at the fighters. Mainly Spike.

"Wot? 'S his fault! He pushed me!" Spike said, pointing an accusing finger at Gunn. "Nuh, uh. Bleach over here did it. You saw it all! You know how it went down." Gunn said, looking down at Spike. "Bite me, you bloody prick!" Spike said. He would not get blamed for breaking some stupid vase. "Shut up, you loser" Gunn said.

"Loser? I'm not a loser!" Spike said, indignant, as Wesley sighed. Cordelia was merely flipping through Cosmo, or some such magazine. "Who cares, Wes, it was just a dust catcher," she said, taking some sort of quiz. "Dust, dust, DUST CATCHER!" Wesley screeched, amazed at how she could not know the meaning of the special vase. "Yeah, what's your deal?" asked Cordelia. "It's nothing" Wesley said, hands in pockets. "You best not be messing with my girl, English. She might yap your ears off" Gunn smiled, happy to get off the vase incident.

"I'm gonna go get me a drink" Spike strutted out of the room. He walked by the vase's powder, knocking off a few cigarette ashes into the pile.

Gunn and Cordelia giggled as she whispered something. "Really? Lemon juice?" asked Gunn, eyebrow raised. Cordelia nodded and they soon left.

Wesley sighed as he decided to look up on some case files in his office. Not like he was doing anything productive out here any way.

Like, five minutes later, Angel walked in. he was happy to be home. And sleepy. So sleepy, he did not look as to where he was going… SLIP!

"What the?" he asked, as he found himself covered in some pinkish powder. "Hmm, what was it that I was told about pink powder?" he pondered. "Hmmm…." he said, hand on his chin. "Oh yeah, it burns horribly." he said, smiling that he had remembered.

Then he frowned. The burning horribly part was starting. "Ouch!" he said, itching like mad, to stop the pain. He itched so much that his nails dug into his skin. The powder mingled with his blood. He stopped itching. "Ooooh, shiny" he said, and then passed out.

What do ya think? I'm still getting to the shippy part, full of teeny crushes, awe! Keep up the wontablus reviews! Sorry it's really dumb, but I'm really sleepy! Hope ya still like!