A/N SECOND CHAPTER WOOT!!! Just want to say thanks to Shadow of Silver,
WanderingSoul, Night Slayer, AnAngel, phoebe and Dreamer Child. Thank you.
^_^
A/N (2) Buffy and Angel's parents might not come in for a few chapters, 'cause I want to write about Buffy and Angel's weekend together.
Disclaimer: it's in the first chapter... Go read if you really feel like it.
Summary: Buffy and Angel are dating, everything is perfect... until their parents become engaged, but will even this be enough to break the couple up?
Last Chapter Summary: (I just feel annoying...) Buffy and Angel both just figured out that they're going to be alone for the next couple of days, and they're heading for Angel's house...
Parent Problems: Chapter 2
A small sigh escapes Buffy lips as she leans into Angel's side, "So, your brother's going to be away too, right?"
He looks down at her, "He's in London, but I don't really know why, some kind of exchange program, only we didn't get him exchanged..."
"Oh, so he's not going to be at your house then."
"Nope, we got the place to ourselves." He says.
"Good," she says, letting herself fall almost limp beside him as the alley disappeared, and they found themselves walking in the middle of a street. But it wasn't a random street, it was Buffy's street, they would be at her house soon.
"So what are you getting when we get to your place?" he inquires, wrapping his arms around her small waist to keep her from falling over.
"My stuff." She says bluntly, looking up at him.
"Oh."
She smiles, he never questioned her. Well, not too often anyway, only when he suspected there was something wrong, or if another guy was getting just a little to cozy with her. Other than that, very easygoing guy, he even kept Parker away from her, which was a huge bonus.
Parker was such a creep; he followed her around even after he had broken up with her, and he wanted to start going out again. Of course Buffy had told him 'no' but he never listened; he was like her personal stalker.
Buffy was pulled out of her thoughts by something nuzzling her neck; she blinked taking not more than a moment to reregister what was going on.
Then, looking up around for Angel, she realized he wasn't there, and she panicked.
"Angel?" she calls, finding that she was the only one on her front porch, had they really walked that far? "Angel?" she calls again, a little freaked out.
"Up here Buffy," he calls down off the roof, tossing a small bag off, down on to the grass.
"What's that?"
"Your stuff." He replies, jumping down and picking up the duffel.
"Wait, you went into my room and got my stuff...?" she asks, reaching for the bag he held.
"Yep, your bathing suit, Mr. Gordo, your clothes..."
Buffy blinks, "My clothes!? You went through my drawers? All of them?"
He looked shocked that she was so embarrassed, "What, was I not supposed to?" he asks, handing her the bag, "'Cause I thought I was doing you a favor..."
"You were, just please tell me you weren't in my underwear drawer..."
He blushed, but it was unnoticeable in the dark, "Um... yeah..."
The small duffel fell to the ground, and Buffy's eye's widened, "You didn't, oh my god... Angel!"
He smirked, "Sorry, but you were zoned, and I didn't fell like waiting for you to snap out of it." He wrapped an arm around her waist, "How 'bout this, I'll never do you another favor again."
She looks up at him, "Good, wait no, not good, just don't go through my stuff, ok?"
"It's a deal, if we can get going, it's almost eleven thirty, and I'm tired." He replies.
"Your always tired," she complains as he begins to walk towards his house.
Walking beside him, she sighs, "Angel, why are you always so... so..."
"Broody?" A new voice finished for her, making both Buffy and Angel stop cold.
Turning around, a familiar face glared at them with a blank stare.
"Drusilla..." Angel says, his anger just clear enough to hear.
"What, surprised to see me...?" she asks, tilting her head to the side, "I always thought you like to see me Angelus, why are you so mad...?"
"Go away Dru." He tells her, taking a step closer to the woman, "I don't need this tonight."
"Don't need what?" she asks, pretending to be oblivious to his anger and annoyance.
Buffy looked up at Angel, confused at what was going on. She knew who Drusilla was, but she didn't know that Angel knew her that well. Apparently, he did, and wasn't to pleased to see her, that Buffy could tell.
All of Angel's attention was on Dru; he couldn't understand what she was doing here, of all places. She was supposed to be in an Asylum, shut off from any human contact. Maybe she had escaped; maybe they had let her out. Seeing as the first suggestion made more sense than the first, he went with that one.
Dru smiled at him, but it was anything but the sweet smile he had gotten the first time he had met her. It was tormented, crazy even, and he didn't like it one bit.
"Dru, I told you to go away, and I meant it, I don't want to see you ever again." Angel says, and Dru looks a little taken aback.
"Thought you were kidding, joking with me, like always..." She says, "But what's this, a new girl to spend time with...?"
Angel growled, "Leave Buffy out of this, Dru. You're insane, go back to what ever place you escaped from." He says, grabbing Buffy's arm and pulling her away from Drusilla, who just stood there, watching them walk hurriedly down the street, smiling cruelly after them.
"What was that all about, how do you know Dru?" Buffy asks when Angel finally lets go of her arm, and slowed down.
"I used to date her, she wasn't crazy back then..."
"Wait, she's crazy, I mean, literally?"
"Yeah, literally, she tried to kill someone when we were going out, because she thought I didn't love her anymore..." Angel says giving the best answer he could without going into flash back mode.
"But did you still love her?" Buffy pries, not realizing Angel really didn't want to talk about it.
"Yeah I did, she was the only thing that brightened up my day, gave me hope that there was some better life out there." He says, hints of anger and sarcasm in his voice.
Buffy looks taken aback, then she frowns, "Sorry... I should've known you didn't want to take to me about that."
"Buffy, please don't do that." Angel says, turning to face her.
"Please don't do what?"
"Please don't make me go on a guilt trip about talking about how I used to love her."
She looks into his eyes, "Angel, I wouldn't do that to you, never in a million years, just say you love me now."
"Buffy," Angel says relaxing a bit, his anger fading, "I love you."
"That's more like it," she tells him, leaning up to kiss him.
Their lips meet, and the rest of the world fades away. No more anger, no more Drusilla, there was just the two of them.
Buffy's eyes close, and she wraps her arms around his neck, pulling herself closer to him, her duffel bag lay on the ground at her feet. She felt his arms secure themselves around her waist, and pull her so close that there was no space left in between them.
Angel moves his head back, ending the kiss, and looks down at her. She was pouting, annoyed that the kiss had ended. He smiles, "Buffy?"
"Uh-huh?"
"I think that, again, we should get moving."
"Why, I don't mind standing here for a while."
"Yeah well, there are two people staring at us over there," he indicates a house on his left by nodding his head in that direction. And sure enough, when Buffy looked, there were two figures watching them through a bedroom window.
"Those are kids, why should we care if they're watching?"
"Because now there's someone else watching us two."
Another, taller figure appeared in the window, it was most likely a parent or older sibling.
Buffy sighs and pulls away from Angel, picking up her bag. Without another word she began to walk towards his house, leaving him to catch up.
"Buffy." Angel calls to her running up beside her, and falling into step with her.
"What?"
"Are you mad?"
"No"
"You sound mad..."
"I'm not mad!"
"Right..."
"Shut up and keep walking."
"What did I do?"
Buffy stops, and so does Angel, she turns and looks up at him, "You didn't do anything Angel, I just want to get to your house now, ok?"
"Ok, sounds like a plan."
"Yeah, now lets get going, I thought you were tired anyway."
"I was," he says, wrapping an arm around her waist, "But not anymore, you woke me up."
She leans against him, "Did I really?"
It was more of a statement than a question, and he smiles, "Yeah, you did."
It was another hour before the two reached Angel's house, they had kept stopping to to each sit down, or kiss, depending on what they felt like doing.
Angel opened the front door and moved aside for Buffy to enter. She did, looking around at the front hall.
"It's nice here..." she says, still looking around. Of course she had been here before, but they normally used the back door, and stayed in Angel's room. His father was yet to meet Buffy, because Angel figured that his father thought he was too immature to have a girl friend.
"What can I say, it's home..." he says, "So, what do you want to do?"
"Sleep sounds really nice right now, considering it's like one AM or something..." she yawns, looking over at him.
"Yeah, C'mon, let's go upstairs." He says, grabbing her by the waist, and pulling her up to his room.
When they get there, Buffy throws her bag into the corner, and falls backwards onto the comfy bed.
"Mmm... this is nice," she says, smiling at him as he bends down over her.
"Well don't put your shoes on it ok?" he asks, and she nods, rolling her eyes.
"Good, now that that's settled..." he kisses her softly, the pulls away, "The bathrooms that way if you want to change," he tells her, pointing to a door on her right.
"You have your own bathroom?" She asks, "That is so not fair."
He smiles," Yeah well, consider it to be your tonight, ok?"
"Ok." She smiles, and stands up, grabbing her bag again, she skips into the bathroom.
Angel took this opportunity to get changed, pulling off his day clothes, and then pulling on an oversized T-shirt so Buffy wouldn't be uncomfortable. Normally Angel just slept in his boxers, but tonight, he just figured it would be best to have something else on.
Buffy emerged from the bathroom, with a large, collared shirt on, smiling at him. He smirked, and walking over to her, wrapped his arms around her waist.
"Time for bed, not enough energy to stay awake much longer..." she says as he kisses her.
"Fine..." he says, sounding a little disappointed.
She laughs at him, and then climbs into his bed, him following her. She lies down, and then turns to him. He pulls her against him, and kisses her forehead, "Goodnight Buffy..."
"Night Angel..."
A/N That's all for now, I must work on the other story... Eep, my creativeness is being all used up, I might need a break, and plus... I'm really tired... *yawn*
And you guys are really luck I felt like typing this, cause not all of the updates are going to be out this soon. And check that out, this is kind of long for me. ^_^ Cool!
~Bloody SunSet
A/N (2) Buffy and Angel's parents might not come in for a few chapters, 'cause I want to write about Buffy and Angel's weekend together.
Disclaimer: it's in the first chapter... Go read if you really feel like it.
Summary: Buffy and Angel are dating, everything is perfect... until their parents become engaged, but will even this be enough to break the couple up?
Last Chapter Summary: (I just feel annoying...) Buffy and Angel both just figured out that they're going to be alone for the next couple of days, and they're heading for Angel's house...
Parent Problems: Chapter 2
A small sigh escapes Buffy lips as she leans into Angel's side, "So, your brother's going to be away too, right?"
He looks down at her, "He's in London, but I don't really know why, some kind of exchange program, only we didn't get him exchanged..."
"Oh, so he's not going to be at your house then."
"Nope, we got the place to ourselves." He says.
"Good," she says, letting herself fall almost limp beside him as the alley disappeared, and they found themselves walking in the middle of a street. But it wasn't a random street, it was Buffy's street, they would be at her house soon.
"So what are you getting when we get to your place?" he inquires, wrapping his arms around her small waist to keep her from falling over.
"My stuff." She says bluntly, looking up at him.
"Oh."
She smiles, he never questioned her. Well, not too often anyway, only when he suspected there was something wrong, or if another guy was getting just a little to cozy with her. Other than that, very easygoing guy, he even kept Parker away from her, which was a huge bonus.
Parker was such a creep; he followed her around even after he had broken up with her, and he wanted to start going out again. Of course Buffy had told him 'no' but he never listened; he was like her personal stalker.
Buffy was pulled out of her thoughts by something nuzzling her neck; she blinked taking not more than a moment to reregister what was going on.
Then, looking up around for Angel, she realized he wasn't there, and she panicked.
"Angel?" she calls, finding that she was the only one on her front porch, had they really walked that far? "Angel?" she calls again, a little freaked out.
"Up here Buffy," he calls down off the roof, tossing a small bag off, down on to the grass.
"What's that?"
"Your stuff." He replies, jumping down and picking up the duffel.
"Wait, you went into my room and got my stuff...?" she asks, reaching for the bag he held.
"Yep, your bathing suit, Mr. Gordo, your clothes..."
Buffy blinks, "My clothes!? You went through my drawers? All of them?"
He looked shocked that she was so embarrassed, "What, was I not supposed to?" he asks, handing her the bag, "'Cause I thought I was doing you a favor..."
"You were, just please tell me you weren't in my underwear drawer..."
He blushed, but it was unnoticeable in the dark, "Um... yeah..."
The small duffel fell to the ground, and Buffy's eye's widened, "You didn't, oh my god... Angel!"
He smirked, "Sorry, but you were zoned, and I didn't fell like waiting for you to snap out of it." He wrapped an arm around her waist, "How 'bout this, I'll never do you another favor again."
She looks up at him, "Good, wait no, not good, just don't go through my stuff, ok?"
"It's a deal, if we can get going, it's almost eleven thirty, and I'm tired." He replies.
"Your always tired," she complains as he begins to walk towards his house.
Walking beside him, she sighs, "Angel, why are you always so... so..."
"Broody?" A new voice finished for her, making both Buffy and Angel stop cold.
Turning around, a familiar face glared at them with a blank stare.
"Drusilla..." Angel says, his anger just clear enough to hear.
"What, surprised to see me...?" she asks, tilting her head to the side, "I always thought you like to see me Angelus, why are you so mad...?"
"Go away Dru." He tells her, taking a step closer to the woman, "I don't need this tonight."
"Don't need what?" she asks, pretending to be oblivious to his anger and annoyance.
Buffy looked up at Angel, confused at what was going on. She knew who Drusilla was, but she didn't know that Angel knew her that well. Apparently, he did, and wasn't to pleased to see her, that Buffy could tell.
All of Angel's attention was on Dru; he couldn't understand what she was doing here, of all places. She was supposed to be in an Asylum, shut off from any human contact. Maybe she had escaped; maybe they had let her out. Seeing as the first suggestion made more sense than the first, he went with that one.
Dru smiled at him, but it was anything but the sweet smile he had gotten the first time he had met her. It was tormented, crazy even, and he didn't like it one bit.
"Dru, I told you to go away, and I meant it, I don't want to see you ever again." Angel says, and Dru looks a little taken aback.
"Thought you were kidding, joking with me, like always..." She says, "But what's this, a new girl to spend time with...?"
Angel growled, "Leave Buffy out of this, Dru. You're insane, go back to what ever place you escaped from." He says, grabbing Buffy's arm and pulling her away from Drusilla, who just stood there, watching them walk hurriedly down the street, smiling cruelly after them.
"What was that all about, how do you know Dru?" Buffy asks when Angel finally lets go of her arm, and slowed down.
"I used to date her, she wasn't crazy back then..."
"Wait, she's crazy, I mean, literally?"
"Yeah, literally, she tried to kill someone when we were going out, because she thought I didn't love her anymore..." Angel says giving the best answer he could without going into flash back mode.
"But did you still love her?" Buffy pries, not realizing Angel really didn't want to talk about it.
"Yeah I did, she was the only thing that brightened up my day, gave me hope that there was some better life out there." He says, hints of anger and sarcasm in his voice.
Buffy looks taken aback, then she frowns, "Sorry... I should've known you didn't want to take to me about that."
"Buffy, please don't do that." Angel says, turning to face her.
"Please don't do what?"
"Please don't make me go on a guilt trip about talking about how I used to love her."
She looks into his eyes, "Angel, I wouldn't do that to you, never in a million years, just say you love me now."
"Buffy," Angel says relaxing a bit, his anger fading, "I love you."
"That's more like it," she tells him, leaning up to kiss him.
Their lips meet, and the rest of the world fades away. No more anger, no more Drusilla, there was just the two of them.
Buffy's eyes close, and she wraps her arms around his neck, pulling herself closer to him, her duffel bag lay on the ground at her feet. She felt his arms secure themselves around her waist, and pull her so close that there was no space left in between them.
Angel moves his head back, ending the kiss, and looks down at her. She was pouting, annoyed that the kiss had ended. He smiles, "Buffy?"
"Uh-huh?"
"I think that, again, we should get moving."
"Why, I don't mind standing here for a while."
"Yeah well, there are two people staring at us over there," he indicates a house on his left by nodding his head in that direction. And sure enough, when Buffy looked, there were two figures watching them through a bedroom window.
"Those are kids, why should we care if they're watching?"
"Because now there's someone else watching us two."
Another, taller figure appeared in the window, it was most likely a parent or older sibling.
Buffy sighs and pulls away from Angel, picking up her bag. Without another word she began to walk towards his house, leaving him to catch up.
"Buffy." Angel calls to her running up beside her, and falling into step with her.
"What?"
"Are you mad?"
"No"
"You sound mad..."
"I'm not mad!"
"Right..."
"Shut up and keep walking."
"What did I do?"
Buffy stops, and so does Angel, she turns and looks up at him, "You didn't do anything Angel, I just want to get to your house now, ok?"
"Ok, sounds like a plan."
"Yeah, now lets get going, I thought you were tired anyway."
"I was," he says, wrapping an arm around her waist, "But not anymore, you woke me up."
She leans against him, "Did I really?"
It was more of a statement than a question, and he smiles, "Yeah, you did."
It was another hour before the two reached Angel's house, they had kept stopping to to each sit down, or kiss, depending on what they felt like doing.
Angel opened the front door and moved aside for Buffy to enter. She did, looking around at the front hall.
"It's nice here..." she says, still looking around. Of course she had been here before, but they normally used the back door, and stayed in Angel's room. His father was yet to meet Buffy, because Angel figured that his father thought he was too immature to have a girl friend.
"What can I say, it's home..." he says, "So, what do you want to do?"
"Sleep sounds really nice right now, considering it's like one AM or something..." she yawns, looking over at him.
"Yeah, C'mon, let's go upstairs." He says, grabbing her by the waist, and pulling her up to his room.
When they get there, Buffy throws her bag into the corner, and falls backwards onto the comfy bed.
"Mmm... this is nice," she says, smiling at him as he bends down over her.
"Well don't put your shoes on it ok?" he asks, and she nods, rolling her eyes.
"Good, now that that's settled..." he kisses her softly, the pulls away, "The bathrooms that way if you want to change," he tells her, pointing to a door on her right.
"You have your own bathroom?" She asks, "That is so not fair."
He smiles," Yeah well, consider it to be your tonight, ok?"
"Ok." She smiles, and stands up, grabbing her bag again, she skips into the bathroom.
Angel took this opportunity to get changed, pulling off his day clothes, and then pulling on an oversized T-shirt so Buffy wouldn't be uncomfortable. Normally Angel just slept in his boxers, but tonight, he just figured it would be best to have something else on.
Buffy emerged from the bathroom, with a large, collared shirt on, smiling at him. He smirked, and walking over to her, wrapped his arms around her waist.
"Time for bed, not enough energy to stay awake much longer..." she says as he kisses her.
"Fine..." he says, sounding a little disappointed.
She laughs at him, and then climbs into his bed, him following her. She lies down, and then turns to him. He pulls her against him, and kisses her forehead, "Goodnight Buffy..."
"Night Angel..."
A/N That's all for now, I must work on the other story... Eep, my creativeness is being all used up, I might need a break, and plus... I'm really tired... *yawn*
And you guys are really luck I felt like typing this, cause not all of the updates are going to be out this soon. And check that out, this is kind of long for me. ^_^ Cool!
~Bloody SunSet