Disclaimer: Yes...Joss Whedon owns all of the characters except the ones that
you have never heard of because I created them...I wonder if Joss has ever
heard of a thing called 'sharing'...
Summary: ((Warning: Total Spuffiness!!! Everyone is human too...oh yeah, the story isn't as lame as the summary...seriously)) Starts off with everyone as young teenagers...Glory and Buffy are step sisters, and Angel is the step brother...blah blah blah ((Sorry, it's too juicy to give away)) And Buffy is hit by a car, loses all her memory...including all recollection of her love...Spike...this is a really vague summary...
((A/N: I WANT TO TELL ALL THE REVIEWERS THANK YOU!!!! IT REALLY ENCOURAGES ME TO CONTINUE!!! *muah* LOVE YOU ALL!!!))
((A/N: Oh yeah, Shitaka, I hate BA as much as you do, but it has to be like that for now...and it'll still be a few chapter until Spike comes back...hehe...I have so many twisties in this fic planned..muahahahaha))
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A week later...
Angel waited outside the school as he had been for the last week or so. He stood in the shadows of the pillars of the school until Buffy came walking out, alone as usual. He bounded out of the shadows. "Hey Buffy."
Buffy gave him a small smile, "Hi Angel." she replied rather simply. They said nothing more to each other the whole way home. Buffy's face emotionless, and Angel smirking in happiness that he was walking home with Buffy again. They got home, and Buffy went about her daily routines of preparing dinner.
Later that night Buffy walked into the bedroom with her flannel pajamas on and a towel wrapped around her head. She sat down at the desk, and began on her homework. Angel quietly walked by, and stopped at the doorway. He leaned against it, and watched her study...she was so beautiful, and her hair...it was so soft looking. A few tendrils of her blonde hair peeked out from underneath the towel. He sighed, and walked in, and tossed a paper on her desk. Buffy turned around in surprise, "Read it." he said as she stayed by the doorway.
Buffy gave him a strange look, and scanned the paper. "Oh!! Angel, you're really going to enter that Art Contest?" she asked excitedly.
Angel nodded, "It's tomorrow you know, and I'm not going to take my watercolors, paintbrushes or canvas...I'll wait for you to bring them, if you don't come, then I guess that I won't be able to paint."
Buffy opened her mouth in protest, but before she could say anything, Angel left the room. She frowned, this was unfair! She knew that she was the only person who had ever cared about Angel's amazing artwork, but this was going much too far. She sighed, he couldn't possibly be serious. She stifled a yawn, and unraveled the white towel from her head. She wouldn't go. Yawning for real this time, she turned off the light, and went to bed.
*The Next Day*
Buffy sat up and wiped her brow. The kitchen floor was spick and span. She cleaned the rag, and her hands, and cracked her neck. She glanced at the clock, it was almost 1:00pm, the time the contest started. Angel had left an hour or so ago to register; she assumed that he had taken his things with him. Glory and Darla were on their weekly weekend shopping trips...again. She walked down the hallway to the bedroom, and paused at Angel's bedroom. She opened the door a crack, and peered inside. She let out a groan at the sight of Angel's watercolors, paintbrushes, and canvas stacked neatly on his desk. The fool really expected her to go? She'd prove him wrong. She wouldn't go.
Buffy changed into cleaner clothes, and cut up the vegetables for tonight's stew. She stopped cutting, and looked at the clock. It was 1:30pm, the contest had already started. She smacked herself on the forehead, and tried to ignore her nagging conscience...Angel is going to lose the contest because of you....Angel is going to lose the contest because of you. Buffy let out a loud 'Ugh!' and stomped away to his bedroom. She tossed on a light windbreaker, and grabbing the supplies she ran out the door.
Angel sat down on the stone steps the led up to the park where the ancient building that they were supposed to paint was. He rested his chin on his hand. She would come...he knew she would...afterall, she liked him right? He placed his hand out, and made a box with his fingers. She would appear any minute now...1...2...3...nothing. The smile on Angel's face did not disappear though...he had hope. ((A/N: I agree...once again, he is such a daft fool...poor kid))
Another ten minutes passed, and Angel remained where he was with a smile still on his face. He placed his hands out again, and made the box. "1...2..."
"Angel!!" Buffy appeared into view running furiously with the supplies.
Grinning he jumped up, and walked down the steps to meet her. "I knew you'd come," he said, "'Cuz you like me." He grabbed the watercolors, paintbrushes, and canvas from her, and ran up the steps before Buffy could say anything.
Buffy rolled her eyes at him, he was such a nut. She went up the steps, and walked over to the tree where Angel had set his canvas up on the easel. She was about to apologize for being late, but kept her mouth shut because she wasn't. She watched with wonder as he began to make the elegant and centuries old building come alive onto the blank white canvas with mere smooth strokes of his paintbrushes.
Angel finished last. After he had handed his in, they began to walk home through the forest. They stopped at a large fountain with faucets built in so passer bys could get drinks whenever they wished. They both began to drink in the cool water deeply. Angel looked up from the faucet, and smiled at the sight of water dripping down Buffy's chin as she drank. He reached out, and wiped a few droplets. Buffy stepped back in surprise. She glared at him as she wiped her own mouth with her sleeve. Angel smirked at her.
"Buffy, do you like me?" he asked as they began walking again.
Buffy raised an eyebrow, "Of course I do." she replied.
Angel shook his head, "No, not that way...I mean you know, more than a brother."
Buffy began to run, "Last one to the house is a rotten egg!!!" she yelled behind her back. Buffy wrinkled her nose as she ran, she knew it was lame, but it was the best excuse she could come up with. How could she break it to the poor kid that he was her stepbrother, and that she was his stepsister? Shaking her head, she continued running.
Angel smiled; he took it as a sign that she did like him, and didn't want to tell him. He ran his fingers through his hair, and began to run after her.
*Later that night*
Angel stood outside in the balcony, listening for any signs that Buffy might come out onto the adjoining balcony that was divided with a brick wall.
Buffy finally came out of her nightly shower, drying her hair with her towel. Angel heard shuffling, and knew that she was in the bedroom now. He carefully jumped up onto the balcony wall, and stepped over onto the other side of the brick wall. He jumped down, and knocked on the sliding glass door. Buffy whirled around to face the door in surprise. Her eyes widened when she saw him. She ran forward, and locked the door.
A confused, but determined look spread across his face. He began to pound on the door, and yelling. Buffy repeatedly motioned for him to stop and shut up, but he prevailed. Grumbling, and cursing, she unlocked it, and stepped out onto the balcony. "What do you want?" she hissed.
"I need to know if you like me or not." Angel said.
Buffy sighed heavily, "How many times do I have to remind you. Yes!"
Angel shook his head again, "Not like that...more than a brother Buffy..."
Buffy shook her head in response, "You're my stepbrother...it's WRONG..." she began to yell.
Angel hurriedly clamped his hand over her mouth as a tear began to fall. "Why did you do this to me Buffy? Why?!" he asked shuddering. Buffy pushed him away, "What do you mean what did I do?" she demanded fiercely.
Angel began to cry, "Why did you make me start liking you? Why?"
Buffy stared at him, "What are you talking about? I never made you start liking me..."
Angel cut her off, "Remember that day...my birthday?" Buffy nodded, "You're the first person to ever remember...you're the first person to even give me a present. You made me start liking you!"
Buffy looked at him in shock, "You disgust me." She tried to leave, but Angel grabbed her and shoved her against the wall. He hugged her. Buffy attempted to push him away, but he was too strong for her. "Let me go!" she yelled.
Just then Glory entered the room. For the first time in her life, Buffy was glad to see her. Angel's eyes widened in shock. As panic overtook him he jumped off the balcony and landed on the grass in the garden. Buffy looked over, and saw him writhing about in pain, and grabbing his ankle. She debated whether or not to go down there, and help him, but Darla and Xander had already beat her.
Shaking her head she went inside. "What happened?" Glory asked.
Buffy shrugged, "I dunno...the crazy kid just jumped off his balcony."
Summary: ((Warning: Total Spuffiness!!! Everyone is human too...oh yeah, the story isn't as lame as the summary...seriously)) Starts off with everyone as young teenagers...Glory and Buffy are step sisters, and Angel is the step brother...blah blah blah ((Sorry, it's too juicy to give away)) And Buffy is hit by a car, loses all her memory...including all recollection of her love...Spike...this is a really vague summary...
((A/N: I WANT TO TELL ALL THE REVIEWERS THANK YOU!!!! IT REALLY ENCOURAGES ME TO CONTINUE!!! *muah* LOVE YOU ALL!!!))
((A/N: Oh yeah, Shitaka, I hate BA as much as you do, but it has to be like that for now...and it'll still be a few chapter until Spike comes back...hehe...I have so many twisties in this fic planned..muahahahaha))
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A week later...
Angel waited outside the school as he had been for the last week or so. He stood in the shadows of the pillars of the school until Buffy came walking out, alone as usual. He bounded out of the shadows. "Hey Buffy."
Buffy gave him a small smile, "Hi Angel." she replied rather simply. They said nothing more to each other the whole way home. Buffy's face emotionless, and Angel smirking in happiness that he was walking home with Buffy again. They got home, and Buffy went about her daily routines of preparing dinner.
Later that night Buffy walked into the bedroom with her flannel pajamas on and a towel wrapped around her head. She sat down at the desk, and began on her homework. Angel quietly walked by, and stopped at the doorway. He leaned against it, and watched her study...she was so beautiful, and her hair...it was so soft looking. A few tendrils of her blonde hair peeked out from underneath the towel. He sighed, and walked in, and tossed a paper on her desk. Buffy turned around in surprise, "Read it." he said as she stayed by the doorway.
Buffy gave him a strange look, and scanned the paper. "Oh!! Angel, you're really going to enter that Art Contest?" she asked excitedly.
Angel nodded, "It's tomorrow you know, and I'm not going to take my watercolors, paintbrushes or canvas...I'll wait for you to bring them, if you don't come, then I guess that I won't be able to paint."
Buffy opened her mouth in protest, but before she could say anything, Angel left the room. She frowned, this was unfair! She knew that she was the only person who had ever cared about Angel's amazing artwork, but this was going much too far. She sighed, he couldn't possibly be serious. She stifled a yawn, and unraveled the white towel from her head. She wouldn't go. Yawning for real this time, she turned off the light, and went to bed.
*The Next Day*
Buffy sat up and wiped her brow. The kitchen floor was spick and span. She cleaned the rag, and her hands, and cracked her neck. She glanced at the clock, it was almost 1:00pm, the time the contest started. Angel had left an hour or so ago to register; she assumed that he had taken his things with him. Glory and Darla were on their weekly weekend shopping trips...again. She walked down the hallway to the bedroom, and paused at Angel's bedroom. She opened the door a crack, and peered inside. She let out a groan at the sight of Angel's watercolors, paintbrushes, and canvas stacked neatly on his desk. The fool really expected her to go? She'd prove him wrong. She wouldn't go.
Buffy changed into cleaner clothes, and cut up the vegetables for tonight's stew. She stopped cutting, and looked at the clock. It was 1:30pm, the contest had already started. She smacked herself on the forehead, and tried to ignore her nagging conscience...Angel is going to lose the contest because of you....Angel is going to lose the contest because of you. Buffy let out a loud 'Ugh!' and stomped away to his bedroom. She tossed on a light windbreaker, and grabbing the supplies she ran out the door.
Angel sat down on the stone steps the led up to the park where the ancient building that they were supposed to paint was. He rested his chin on his hand. She would come...he knew she would...afterall, she liked him right? He placed his hand out, and made a box with his fingers. She would appear any minute now...1...2...3...nothing. The smile on Angel's face did not disappear though...he had hope. ((A/N: I agree...once again, he is such a daft fool...poor kid))
Another ten minutes passed, and Angel remained where he was with a smile still on his face. He placed his hands out again, and made the box. "1...2..."
"Angel!!" Buffy appeared into view running furiously with the supplies.
Grinning he jumped up, and walked down the steps to meet her. "I knew you'd come," he said, "'Cuz you like me." He grabbed the watercolors, paintbrushes, and canvas from her, and ran up the steps before Buffy could say anything.
Buffy rolled her eyes at him, he was such a nut. She went up the steps, and walked over to the tree where Angel had set his canvas up on the easel. She was about to apologize for being late, but kept her mouth shut because she wasn't. She watched with wonder as he began to make the elegant and centuries old building come alive onto the blank white canvas with mere smooth strokes of his paintbrushes.
Angel finished last. After he had handed his in, they began to walk home through the forest. They stopped at a large fountain with faucets built in so passer bys could get drinks whenever they wished. They both began to drink in the cool water deeply. Angel looked up from the faucet, and smiled at the sight of water dripping down Buffy's chin as she drank. He reached out, and wiped a few droplets. Buffy stepped back in surprise. She glared at him as she wiped her own mouth with her sleeve. Angel smirked at her.
"Buffy, do you like me?" he asked as they began walking again.
Buffy raised an eyebrow, "Of course I do." she replied.
Angel shook his head, "No, not that way...I mean you know, more than a brother."
Buffy began to run, "Last one to the house is a rotten egg!!!" she yelled behind her back. Buffy wrinkled her nose as she ran, she knew it was lame, but it was the best excuse she could come up with. How could she break it to the poor kid that he was her stepbrother, and that she was his stepsister? Shaking her head, she continued running.
Angel smiled; he took it as a sign that she did like him, and didn't want to tell him. He ran his fingers through his hair, and began to run after her.
*Later that night*
Angel stood outside in the balcony, listening for any signs that Buffy might come out onto the adjoining balcony that was divided with a brick wall.
Buffy finally came out of her nightly shower, drying her hair with her towel. Angel heard shuffling, and knew that she was in the bedroom now. He carefully jumped up onto the balcony wall, and stepped over onto the other side of the brick wall. He jumped down, and knocked on the sliding glass door. Buffy whirled around to face the door in surprise. Her eyes widened when she saw him. She ran forward, and locked the door.
A confused, but determined look spread across his face. He began to pound on the door, and yelling. Buffy repeatedly motioned for him to stop and shut up, but he prevailed. Grumbling, and cursing, she unlocked it, and stepped out onto the balcony. "What do you want?" she hissed.
"I need to know if you like me or not." Angel said.
Buffy sighed heavily, "How many times do I have to remind you. Yes!"
Angel shook his head again, "Not like that...more than a brother Buffy..."
Buffy shook her head in response, "You're my stepbrother...it's WRONG..." she began to yell.
Angel hurriedly clamped his hand over her mouth as a tear began to fall. "Why did you do this to me Buffy? Why?!" he asked shuddering. Buffy pushed him away, "What do you mean what did I do?" she demanded fiercely.
Angel began to cry, "Why did you make me start liking you? Why?"
Buffy stared at him, "What are you talking about? I never made you start liking me..."
Angel cut her off, "Remember that day...my birthday?" Buffy nodded, "You're the first person to ever remember...you're the first person to even give me a present. You made me start liking you!"
Buffy looked at him in shock, "You disgust me." She tried to leave, but Angel grabbed her and shoved her against the wall. He hugged her. Buffy attempted to push him away, but he was too strong for her. "Let me go!" she yelled.
Just then Glory entered the room. For the first time in her life, Buffy was glad to see her. Angel's eyes widened in shock. As panic overtook him he jumped off the balcony and landed on the grass in the garden. Buffy looked over, and saw him writhing about in pain, and grabbing his ankle. She debated whether or not to go down there, and help him, but Darla and Xander had already beat her.
Shaking her head she went inside. "What happened?" Glory asked.
Buffy shrugged, "I dunno...the crazy kid just jumped off his balcony."