A/N mz.sarJe, kat461, Ronda the Immortal waitress, Slayerchick33, and T, I thank you for reviewing.

And, T, Angel seemed like a pervert because that's the way I wrote him in that chapter. He's a teenaged guy in this story, not a 243-year-old vampire, hence the low maturity level. But if you want me to rewrite the chapter I can... just bug me about it...

Disclaimer: Again.... Angel. Not Mine. And I'm still not over 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?

Parent Problems: Chapter 5

Buffy pulled her soaked towel close around her body, shivering slightly as the wind blew over her wet skin. It was pouring, her towel wasn't exactly helping any, and she had to lightly bite her tongue to keep her teeth from chattering as she waited at the front door for Angel. He was still in his car, making sure he had everything before he got out and raced up to the house to unlock the door.

The teens stumbled inside, both trying to quickly get out of the now torrential downpour, and Angel rapidly closed the door behind him and Buffy. They had been at the beach having fun, when it decided to get really cloudy and start raining. Yeah, it was a nice, light shower at first then, in like five minutes it had turned into a full-fledged thunderstorm. And of course, the weatherman had said it was going to be nice all day, well, that shows how much you can trust a weatherman.

Angel looked at his girlfriend apologetically, "Hey, I'm sorry, the rain kinda ruined your lesson."

"It's alright Angel, I'm sure I can wait until tomorrow after school." She said, rubbing the towel up and down over her arms and legs trying to warm up.

Angel had been teaching her how to surfboard before it had started to rain. And she was actually doing pretty well, considering she could stand on the board already.... It just couldn't move while she was standing on it....

She sighed, "C'mon, let's get upstairs, I'm tired, and seeing as it's only, like, what, eight thirty, we could maybe watch a movie or something?"

"What ever you want." He said, and she smiled at him.

"I love it when you're so agreeable."

"Only when I'm agreeable?" he asked, pouting and pretending to be sad at the idea.

She leaned up and kissed him softly on the lips, "No, I love you all the time."

He leaned down pressing his lips against hers and securing his arms around her waist, he pulled her flush against him. She wrapped her arms around his neck, and leaned up on tippy-toes to kiss him back passionately.

He smirked at her when she pulled away, and rested his forehead on his, "That's more like it."

Buffy rolled her eyes, and turned from him, removing her arms from their secure position around his neck to make her way up stairs, but she was stopped when he didn't release her from his grasp. She closed her eyes, resisting the urge to roll them again, rested her head on his chest.

"You know Angel, I just though of something...." She said, looking up at him.

"What's that baby?" he asked, kissing her on the forehead.

"My mom's going to freak if I'm not in my bed when she gets home in the morning...." She told him, frowning.

He sighed, and kissed her again, "Then I guess we'll have to get you home by the morning.... Or.... You could tell her you didn't want to be alone so you slept over here for the company...."

She thought about what he said, it was a very good argument, and she could probably win with that story, and hey, it was at least half true, she really didn't like t be alone. But, then again her mother would probably wonder why she didn't stay over one of her girl friends' houses, and there would be this whole list of stupid questions she didn't want to answer.

"C'mon Buffy.... You don't have to leave, when's your mom get home tomorrow?" he asked, looking into her eyes.

She stared back into his, and thought about it for a second, "Around seven or so, depending on the fact that her plane isn't delayed, which it probably wont be."

"Well, we have to be up for school anyway, so we can head to your house in a little while and stay the night there. That way, when your mom gets home, you can tell her I'm giving you a ride to school, or something like that." Angel told her, shrugging, "Seems like it might work, but then again, I never met your mom, so it might not."

"Hm... well that depends on if we want to go back out into the rain, and make that huge effort to go back to my house."

He blinked, "Let me get this straight, first you say you need to go home, and now you're suggesting that you don't want to? Make up your mind."

"I don't feel like it." She said, snuggling close to him.

He shook his head, "You never feel like it."

"Hm... so?"

"Well, it's kind of hard to understand someone if they never make up their mind..." Angel said, looking down at her.

"Get over it..." she mumbled into his chest, yawning.

He rolled his eyes, and gently picked her up, "Fine, as soon as it stops raining we'll go over to your house, ok?"

She nodded, circling her hands around his neck, and laying her head down on his shoulder.

He smiled at her, and carried her upstairs, carefully making his way into his room, and to his bed. He laid her down and sat beside her, pushing the hair out of her face with his fingers, stroking her cheek lightly.

They sat in complete silence for a while, listening to the sound of the rain as it crashed into the rooftop, pouring down by the gallons.

Buffy sighed softly, and glanced up at Angel, who seemed to be just staring at her, maybe zoned or something. She giggled, and snapped him out of his trance.

"What?" He asked, blinking a couple of times.

"Nothing... you just look funny when you've got that blank look on your face." She told him, smiling.

He chuckled, and leaned down to kiss her tenderly, then stood up abruptly.

"We need to get going.... It's one thirty.... And I figure you might want to actually get some sleep before your mom comes home."

"Right, that would be a good idea." She said, sitting up, and rubbing her eyes free of sleepies. "Let's go..."

She yawned as she stood up, shaking her head a little bit, trying to wake up just a little bit more.

Angel led the way down stairs, and to his car, making sure he locked the door when he left the house. He, always being the gentleman, opened Buffy's door for her before getting in the driver's side himself.

The rode to her house in silence, neither one of them feeling the need to talk at the moment, both just content to watch as the rain dripped from the clouds and landed on the windshield, (Angel was watching the road of course), only to be swept off and thrown to the side by the busy working wipers.