Chapter 2-
Summary: Yes it has been a very long time since I posted the first chapter of this story and I apologize, I've had a pretty hellish life the past months or so what with starting high school plus a few other things. But anyway I'm back with the next chapter to the sequel to Lonely No More. Anyway, I have so many ideas for this story but am having trouble organizing them and making it seem good but I'm working on it. Forgive me. This chapter is pretty short but it's kinda the set up for everything that is going to be happening. Well I hope people like it. Thank you to everyone who has continued to support me and give feedback even when I wasn't updating.
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters from BTVS or Angel. I own the original characters. Don't sue me unless you want my can tab collection. -------
William let the door slam behind him with a loud thud. He stepped out into the hallway and started towards the lunchroom with an angry scowl on his face. Keeping his eyes focused on his scuffed black army boots he ignored those around him. Not many people at Sunnydale High understood his situation. Most of them had had their future planned out since they were infants. They knew exactly what college they would go to or what company they would work for. Their parents had been saving a college fund since they were little. Unlike him they knew exactly what they were going to do with the rest of their lives. He stormed past tables of people who had never been anything but faces to him and slid onto a bench across from the only person who had any idea what he was going through. Angel wasn't exactly looking exactly chipper either.
"Let me guess" Angel started, "You just came from The Swabie's office?" Spike nodded and grabbed a few french fries from his friends tray. Mr. Swabie was the college counselor at SHS and made and always made a point of lecturing kids labeled as 'underachievers' by their teachers. Angel shook his head. "I was there earlier. You believe that guy actually started picking at my clothes. He said that if I continued to dress this way I'll never get past the door of a business place let alone get a job interview" Will sighed. People were always telling them things like that and he hated it. He hated the fact that regardless of his personality, he was going to be judged on the way he dressed no matter what. But he wouldn't change who he was for anything. The way he dressed represented who he was and he didn't want to work somewhere that he wouldn't be able to be himself.
"What about Buffy?" Will asked. Angel sighed
"You've seen her grades, she's got a lot of choices. Her mom's got some money saved up too...I don't know what her plans are" Angel said quietly. William could hear the fear in his friend's voice. Fear that Buffy was going to move on and leave him behind, that she would go away to some college and never look back. Will shook his head though. Buffy would never do that. She needed Angel as much as he needed her. They were like two pieces of a puzzle. Both of them had been missing something until they'd met one another. He wished for that kind of thing with Drusilla. He loved her and she loved him that was for sure. But it wasn't the kind of love Angel and Buffy shared. Drusilla would never hesitate to go to college and leave him behind if she was given the opportunity or any other opportunity that would help her. That's just the way she was, the way she had been brought up had long ago damaged her ability to love anything that much. Part of the reason Drusilla acted like she did was because she had been abused at a very young age for a very long time.
"Don't worry about it Angel. Everything will work out" Will offered, not even sure himself if he actually thought that or if he was just trying to comfort himself and Angel.
Later that night, at The Rat's Nest, Angel and William were nowhere closer to knowing what they wanted to do when they graduated. But finding a solution to that problem was abandoned for the night. The Dingoes were playing and all they wanted to do, like every other kid there, was rock out. Buffy watched Angel disappear into the masses of kids gathered by the stage and stood up to go to the bathroom leaving Drusilla alone at the table. The girl was nice, and Will really liked her, but she was still creepy. Always muttering about stars and animals. The thundering music died down as she closed the graffiti covered door to the girl's bathroom behind her. Walking over to the small square mirror hanging above one of the two sinks, she examined herself. She had pulled her blonde hair up in a loose bun with some strands hanging around her face and wore a small bit of makeup. She liked herself better like this, she still looked cute but it didn't take her two hours just to put on makeup either. Since she had met Angel her style had changed a bit, but that didn't mean she was trying to be someone she wasn't. Yea now she owned a few band t-shirts but she wasn't walking around trying to play off that she was incredibly hardcore or something. And people respected that, and she respected herself, which a few years ago she would not have been able to claim.
Suddenly Buffy was aware of a sound besides the dull noise of the Dingoes outside. There were just three stalls in the small bathroom and the sound was coming from the last one. It was obviously someone crying softly. Buffy decided she should let whoever it was know she was in there. So once again she opened the door to the bathroom, this time closing it loudly so whoever was there would realize she was there also. She felt wrong listening to them cry when they most likely thought they were alone. The crying stopped quickly and the sound of the toilet flushing was followed by the door opening. Buffy looked to the mirror and continued to fix her hair.
"Hey B", she was more than surprised to see Faith exit the stall looking like nothing was wrong. Faith? Crying alone in a bathroom? Faith was a tough girl, she was Buffy's friend, but Buffy had seen how she handled people she didn't like. Buffy had never pictured her as a crier.
"Hey Faith" she mumbled as the brunette checked her own hair. Decked out in tight leather pants, a spilt sleeve black shirt and a spiked dog collar Faith definitely didn't look like a crier. But there was a lot about Faith that surprised people. Even though she could often be found flirting with every guy she met, Faith never took it further than that. She was completely devoted to Xander, her longtime boyfriend who she lived with. Faith and Xander weren't exactly the picture perfect image of America's youth. Both of them were 18 and neither had graduated high school although Xander often talked about getting his GED. Both worked a number of small jobs, but Xander had an ok job at his father's hardware store, which was their main source of income. But Faith, inside, was a good girl. School had bored her because she was extremely intelligent and had a lot of radical idea's that didn't agree with the conservative atmosphere in Sunnydale. But her love was martial arts. Faith was a black belt in a bunch of different types of martial arts that Buffy knew nothing about. That was what she liked spending her time doing.
"Are you okay Faith I mean is everything going ok... with Xander..." Buffy couldn't finish her question. Faith's head snapped around and she gave the little blonde a death look.
"Everything's fine" she insisted coldly and walked out leaving one very confused Buffy behind.
-- AN: Well there you go. Chapter 2. It's been forever but hopefully I'll keep the updates more frequent from now on. Tell me if u like this or don't. It's kinda confusing right now but things will get clearer.
Summary: Yes it has been a very long time since I posted the first chapter of this story and I apologize, I've had a pretty hellish life the past months or so what with starting high school plus a few other things. But anyway I'm back with the next chapter to the sequel to Lonely No More. Anyway, I have so many ideas for this story but am having trouble organizing them and making it seem good but I'm working on it. Forgive me. This chapter is pretty short but it's kinda the set up for everything that is going to be happening. Well I hope people like it. Thank you to everyone who has continued to support me and give feedback even when I wasn't updating.
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters from BTVS or Angel. I own the original characters. Don't sue me unless you want my can tab collection. -------
William let the door slam behind him with a loud thud. He stepped out into the hallway and started towards the lunchroom with an angry scowl on his face. Keeping his eyes focused on his scuffed black army boots he ignored those around him. Not many people at Sunnydale High understood his situation. Most of them had had their future planned out since they were infants. They knew exactly what college they would go to or what company they would work for. Their parents had been saving a college fund since they were little. Unlike him they knew exactly what they were going to do with the rest of their lives. He stormed past tables of people who had never been anything but faces to him and slid onto a bench across from the only person who had any idea what he was going through. Angel wasn't exactly looking exactly chipper either.
"Let me guess" Angel started, "You just came from The Swabie's office?" Spike nodded and grabbed a few french fries from his friends tray. Mr. Swabie was the college counselor at SHS and made and always made a point of lecturing kids labeled as 'underachievers' by their teachers. Angel shook his head. "I was there earlier. You believe that guy actually started picking at my clothes. He said that if I continued to dress this way I'll never get past the door of a business place let alone get a job interview" Will sighed. People were always telling them things like that and he hated it. He hated the fact that regardless of his personality, he was going to be judged on the way he dressed no matter what. But he wouldn't change who he was for anything. The way he dressed represented who he was and he didn't want to work somewhere that he wouldn't be able to be himself.
"What about Buffy?" Will asked. Angel sighed
"You've seen her grades, she's got a lot of choices. Her mom's got some money saved up too...I don't know what her plans are" Angel said quietly. William could hear the fear in his friend's voice. Fear that Buffy was going to move on and leave him behind, that she would go away to some college and never look back. Will shook his head though. Buffy would never do that. She needed Angel as much as he needed her. They were like two pieces of a puzzle. Both of them had been missing something until they'd met one another. He wished for that kind of thing with Drusilla. He loved her and she loved him that was for sure. But it wasn't the kind of love Angel and Buffy shared. Drusilla would never hesitate to go to college and leave him behind if she was given the opportunity or any other opportunity that would help her. That's just the way she was, the way she had been brought up had long ago damaged her ability to love anything that much. Part of the reason Drusilla acted like she did was because she had been abused at a very young age for a very long time.
"Don't worry about it Angel. Everything will work out" Will offered, not even sure himself if he actually thought that or if he was just trying to comfort himself and Angel.
Later that night, at The Rat's Nest, Angel and William were nowhere closer to knowing what they wanted to do when they graduated. But finding a solution to that problem was abandoned for the night. The Dingoes were playing and all they wanted to do, like every other kid there, was rock out. Buffy watched Angel disappear into the masses of kids gathered by the stage and stood up to go to the bathroom leaving Drusilla alone at the table. The girl was nice, and Will really liked her, but she was still creepy. Always muttering about stars and animals. The thundering music died down as she closed the graffiti covered door to the girl's bathroom behind her. Walking over to the small square mirror hanging above one of the two sinks, she examined herself. She had pulled her blonde hair up in a loose bun with some strands hanging around her face and wore a small bit of makeup. She liked herself better like this, she still looked cute but it didn't take her two hours just to put on makeup either. Since she had met Angel her style had changed a bit, but that didn't mean she was trying to be someone she wasn't. Yea now she owned a few band t-shirts but she wasn't walking around trying to play off that she was incredibly hardcore or something. And people respected that, and she respected herself, which a few years ago she would not have been able to claim.
Suddenly Buffy was aware of a sound besides the dull noise of the Dingoes outside. There were just three stalls in the small bathroom and the sound was coming from the last one. It was obviously someone crying softly. Buffy decided she should let whoever it was know she was in there. So once again she opened the door to the bathroom, this time closing it loudly so whoever was there would realize she was there also. She felt wrong listening to them cry when they most likely thought they were alone. The crying stopped quickly and the sound of the toilet flushing was followed by the door opening. Buffy looked to the mirror and continued to fix her hair.
"Hey B", she was more than surprised to see Faith exit the stall looking like nothing was wrong. Faith? Crying alone in a bathroom? Faith was a tough girl, she was Buffy's friend, but Buffy had seen how she handled people she didn't like. Buffy had never pictured her as a crier.
"Hey Faith" she mumbled as the brunette checked her own hair. Decked out in tight leather pants, a spilt sleeve black shirt and a spiked dog collar Faith definitely didn't look like a crier. But there was a lot about Faith that surprised people. Even though she could often be found flirting with every guy she met, Faith never took it further than that. She was completely devoted to Xander, her longtime boyfriend who she lived with. Faith and Xander weren't exactly the picture perfect image of America's youth. Both of them were 18 and neither had graduated high school although Xander often talked about getting his GED. Both worked a number of small jobs, but Xander had an ok job at his father's hardware store, which was their main source of income. But Faith, inside, was a good girl. School had bored her because she was extremely intelligent and had a lot of radical idea's that didn't agree with the conservative atmosphere in Sunnydale. But her love was martial arts. Faith was a black belt in a bunch of different types of martial arts that Buffy knew nothing about. That was what she liked spending her time doing.
"Are you okay Faith I mean is everything going ok... with Xander..." Buffy couldn't finish her question. Faith's head snapped around and she gave the little blonde a death look.
"Everything's fine" she insisted coldly and walked out leaving one very confused Buffy behind.
-- AN: Well there you go. Chapter 2. It's been forever but hopefully I'll keep the updates more frequent from now on. Tell me if u like this or don't. It's kinda confusing right now but things will get clearer.