9/6/04

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15 Something, chapter 7

Wesley had noticed the way Angel was looking at Spike through the office window. "Uh Wes? Got any clues as to what it is you're doing?" asked Angel, standing next to him. Wesley smiled a sad smile. "No idea" he said, looking at Angel.

"Can I, have a word with you?" asked the now teen. "Sure" the younger English man dismissed himself from Giles and Willow.

Angel led Wesley into the basement, not noticing, as the door was not totally closed.

"Wes" Angel said, hands in his pockets. "Yes?" he asked. "I know we have to have a 'talk' and junk, so uh, here goes." Angel cleared his throat. Wesley almost laughed at this little preparation ritual.

"I know how we were we getting all close and junk and it was nice, really nice. And you're really hot and stuff" Angel put a hand to the back of his head. Wesley raised an eyebrow. He seriously wanted to laugh.

"But between you and me" Angel inched closer, whispering into Wesley's ear. "I think Fred has hots for you" Angel said. "Huh?" Wesley asked. "Oh don't look shocked. I thought you knew that from when we first brought her home." Angel said, his eyes saying more than his words. "But she only talks to you and … us?" Wesley was doing a good impression of a fish out of water.

"Yeah I know, she thought of me as some hero. But guess what she told me on all those ramblings? How she thought a certain brown haired Brit was…" Angel said, doing some eyebrow rising. Wesley's jaw dropped. "You're serious?" he asked.

Angel rolled his eyes. "No I'm telling you so I get you all worked up and depressed. Duh!" Angel said. "Angel, you're acting like Dawn." Wesley said, straight faced. "Gee thanks." Angel said. But they were both smiling.

"So was there ever an us?" asked Wesley, quite curious. "I don't know. What I do know is, that you're my best friend, and I think it's better that way." Angel said, smiling.

"Yes, I suppose it would." Wesley said, and then paused. "So how exactly did Fred describe me?" Wesley was grinning happily.

Spike walked away from the door jam. He had been listening in ever since Percy and the Poof, version .5, had walked into the basement, alone.

He walked away before anyone could see him. A slight glimmer in his eyes.

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