She Loves Him Not.
Summary: AU. All Human. Buffy falls head-over-heels for Angel. But, what happens when he turns into her own personal stalker?
Rating: Pg-13. Could turn R later on.
Disclaimer: If, I said I owned them, I lied.
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Author's note: I'd just like to thank the bands Bowling For Soup and Maroon 5. I have written all of this story while listening to '1985' and an assortment of Maroon 5 (Shiver, Harder To Breath, She Will Be Loved, ect.) and thank you for the few reviews I've gotten. (and, yes, you can have a degree in Communications, cause David Boreanaz has one) And this chapter is just a blurb on the walk buffy and Angel had after the Bronze. The next chapter will DEFIANTLY be longer. That's coming soon.
Buffy and Angel walked slowly down the deserted streets of Sunnydale.
They
were telling each other about the other's lives.
"So, anyway, after my dad died, my mom went into guy over drive.
She's on
her third marriage in five years. His names Jackford Magrattoh."
Buffy said,
putting fake emphasis on her newest stepfather's name. "He's
pretty cool,
but I have a feeling it won't last much longer I give it a
month."
Angel smiled and said, "You should have more faith."
Buffy laughed slightly and added, "If you knew my mother, you
wouldn't have
much faith." She looked up at him. "What about you? What's
your story?" she
asked casually.
Where should he start? There was so much he wanted to tell her, and
so much
he didn't want her to know. "Well, I'm twenty-five. I live on
the other side
of Sunnydale by myself in an old apartment building. It's very
secluded.
That's why I like it. My parent's died when I turned 10. I have a
degree in
Communications, and work at the software place at the end of town.
I'm also
a translator."
Buffy nodded. "Sounds... kinda boring." She admitted.
He laughed. "It can be sometimes, but my dad spoke six different
languages
fluently." Buffy smiled, understanding his choice of career. As
they neared
her dorm room on campus of UC Sunnydale, he told her that he would
love to
see her sometime.
"I'd like that. A lot. I'm free..." she was trying not to
sound too
available. 'Ah, what the Hell.' she thought to herself. ''Every night
this
week."
"Ok then. Tomorrow night. I'll pick you up here at... seven
thirty?" She
nodded, signaling that that would be fine.
He smiled as she went into her room, and shut the door. Willow was
sitting
on the bed, eating an apple. "Hey. Where have you been? I've
been here for
ten minuets, and I left the Bronze twenty minuets before you."
She said
through crunches. An ear-to-ear smile graced Buffy's face.
"We took the long way home." She threw her purse on the
desk, and then let
out a squeal, causing Willow to jump. "And we have a date
tomorrow night!"
she yelled out excitedly.
Willow leapt off the bed. "That's great!" After a few
minuets of being
extremely excited, Buffy came to an important realization. "Oh my
God!" she
gasped. "What am I gonna wear?!"