The previous April:

"Shit, my Mom's gonna kill me if she sees that grade." Buffy said as he looked down at her report card which said US History 11- D. Buffy hated history, she believed in carpe diem, to live her life in the now. Why did she have to learn about what a bunch of dead guys a hundred years ago did?

"Oh yeah she is, Buffy how could you do so badly?" Cordy asked her, "I mean its history all you have to do is memorize dates and stuff you don't even learn anything!" She looked at her friend for a brief moment before looking back into the mirror to check her hair.

"Well I guess some of us aren't as gifted as you are." Buffy huffed before putting the offending piece of paper into her purse. She was glad it was the end of the day she was free to spend her last grounded free hours with her boyfriend while he got ready for practice. But when her mom got home tonight at 6:30 she was going to be in serious trouble.

Later when Riley was walking her home she was distracted trying to figure out how to get out her punishment. He must have sensed her distance because it wasn't until he asked her where she was that she responded to him.

"Sorry, just worried about what Mom is going to do to me when she sees my history grade." She smiled up at him. He was a tall, blonde, blue-eyed, All American boy and he for some reason unknown to her liked Buffy.

"It'll be fine Buffy, in fact why don't you suggest that you get a tutor? It will show her that you want to improve. Maybe she'll be more lenient." They arrived at her door and he leaned into her and planted a soft kiss on her mouth. He smiled encouragingly at her "Remember Buffy, try the tutor thing."

"Thanks Riley, I will." She smiled back at him as he walked through her front door to face her mother's wrath.

"1630 Revello Drive?" Angel O'Conner asked the woman on the phone. A Mrs. Summers he read looking down on his note pad, wanting him to tutor her daughter Buffy. He was tutoring because he needed the extra money to go towards his tuition for the next year, but he had a feeling 'Buffy' was not going to be a walk in the park. He though to himself what kind of a name is Buffy anyhow?

Angel arrived at the Summer's residence on time and rang the bell. He stood shifting slightly on his feet while he waited for someone to answer the door. When the door did open he was greeted by one of the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.

She was probably about five feet tall with shoulder length blonde hair and hazel eyes, very cute in her little tan skirt and red halter top.

"You must be Angel, I'm Buffy." She spoke; Angel realized he should probably say something.

"Yes, I'm Angel. It's a nice to meet you Buffy." He smiled at her.

He was very very very cute, was Buffy's first thought OK actually no he wasn't cute he was hot. With thick brown hair that he wore all spiked up and the deepest brown eyes she had ever seen, when he spoke she discovered he had a rich and warm voice and then he smiled the sexiest half smile she had ever seen. Part of her was melting while standing in front of him.

"Um you should probably come in." Buffy stated and stepped out of the door frame in order to let his tall broad frame into the room. She lead him to the dinning room, where she had set up her books and they sat down and started to work. Angel going over the war of 1812 with Buffy, Trying not to think about how close she was and concentrating on the material at hand.

Present day:

The next morning things went about the same as usual for a Saturday, Buffy and Angel woke up after noon and left to go get food. Buffy managed to steal some bread, fruit, and cheeses. Angel got some small bottles of milk and such and paid for some chips and juice. They spent most of the day no talking the other both reading different sections of the globe.

Buffy hated the weekend days they were so boring if she had been home she would be hanging around with Cordelia trying to decide what to wear to the Bronze that night. She often found herself wondering how Cordelia was, wondering if Cordy ever thought about her. Oh how the mighty had fallen she thought, the prom queen living in a rat hole in South Boston trying to figure out how she was ever going to have a future, if right now life was lead day by day. No plans.

Before she had wanted to go to college, she didn't really know what for but it seemed like it would be fun. She had been to a couple of frat parties in high school and they were fun. But Buffy knew that she would probably go to college, get married and have kids. Well after she was done having a life, she laughed to herself; at seventeen she was done having a life. She couldn't call her and Angel's running a life; they merely just existed in order to survive.

He was looking at her again she noticed, he often looked at her and it was in those moments that she saw the guy that had walked on her porch to tutor her. She was in the middle of the entertainment section when the knock on the door sounded. Angel got up to get it.

Pulling the door out as far as the chain would allow it to go Angel peaked out to see who was at the door.

"Excuse me, I'm looking for a Mrs. Anne Devlin?" a nervous British voice asked. The man was probably in his mid-thirties dressed in a soft blue tweed suit. And he looked really uncomfortable in the dilapidated hallway.

"Who are you?" Angel asked suspicious of the well dressed visitor. He could count on one hand the number of visitors they had in all the apartments.

"Oh sorry, Wesley Wyndam-Pryce, I'm a private investigator and my employer is quite keen on finding Mrs. Devlin, are you by chance Mr. Devlin?" He asked his bravado growing slightly after announcing his profession. Angel suspected that he hadn't been in the business long.

"What does your employer want with her?" Angel asked hoping the man's nerves and naiveté would let him keep the upper hand.

"Oh he was the owner of her last apartment, he says she left some property there and he would like to return it." Mr. Pryce said quickly not even realizing his mistake, he watched Angel think over quickly what they could have left that would be worth enough for their land lord to try and find them. Coming up with nothing he faced the man again.

"I'm sorry sir, Anne Devlin is my aunt, and she's traveling through Europe right now. I don't think she's who you're looking for anyways because I don't believe she's ever lived in anywhere else in a long time." Angel answered watching the man's face fall, he thought he had her and now she had slipped away once again. The senior partners would not be pleased.

Angel shut the door after watching the man leave and turned to Buffy.

"We're moving again aren't we?" Buffy asked she could tell by look on his face that it was time to blow out of Boston.

"Yup, get yourself packed. We're going back to California."