A/N ice, BAShipper101 I thank you guys for reviewing, and apologize to anyone who actually wanted to read the rest of this story, well, now that I'm finally working on it, maybe you'll be able todo that, ok? Ok, and because I don't have word count (stupid computer) I don't know how long this'll end up, probably short. And, going by the reviews I get, I find out if anyone's interested in my story anymore...

Disclaimer: Haven't decided if I wanted to spend the millions buying the copyright, or if I want to just "Borrow" everyone for a while...

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 6

Angel pulled into Buffy's driveway about fifteen minutes later, and the rain seemed to be clearing up, a little if at all. It was still coming down quite hard, so they sat in the car in silence, waiting to see if it would let up so that they could get into the house.

Buffy sighed, she hadn't wanted to rush home tonight... or, rather, this morning, whatever, she had been enjoying her time with Angel at his house over the weekend. It wasn't aloud to end this soon.She didn't want her mother to come home, or for her to have to go back to school yet, just give them a few more days... or preferably weeks to be together. Alone.

Angel had looked over at her when she'd sighed, studying her as she stared out the car window. He had always wondered exactly went through her head when they were just sitting here like this, it's not like either of them ever made any kind of communication about how they felt about doing nothing together. He really liked it though, just sitting there with her, talking or not, was something he would do all night if he could.

She turned to look at him, "What?"

"Huh? Oh, nothing."

"It was something... you had that 'I'm thinking about stuff' look on your face, and a little Do Not Disturb Sign in your eyes." She told him, "So, I ask again, what?"

"I told you it was nothing Buffy, I was just thinking... thoughts..."

She raised an eyebrow, "Thinking thoughts about what?"

"You."

"Oh, that makes me feel better, wanna elaborate for me?" she asked, then looked down and whispered, "It was nothing bad, right?"

"NO. No, of course not." he replied, a little confused at why she'd think that, "Why would it be a bad thing to think about you?"

She shrugged, and looked up at him, smiling. He returned the smile, then both of them realized that it wasn't raining anymore, and the constant drops on the top of the car had stopped. Buffy glanced back out her window, through the wet window and opened her door to be greeted by a wave a cold, moist air. She stood up and closed her door, at the same time Angel took the keys out of the ignition, and tucked them into his pocket, opening his car door.

Buffy wrapped her arms around her bare shoulders and shivered, she was cold, but the feeling of the crisp air was refreshing to her. She took a deep breath before turning back to Angel, who now stood beside her.

"Cold?" he asked.

"A little, but hey, we'll be in the house soon, so I'm ok." she told him, declining his offer for his coat.

"Right then, you got your keys?"

"Yeah," she pulled them out of her pocket, and they walked up to the front door.

She unlocked the door, and stepped inside ushering Angel in before shutting the door, and locking it once more. Angel gave her a questioning look.

"My mom will freak if she knows I left a door unlocked." she explained, watching him look around the front hall of her house, around the living room, and into the dinning room, before his eyes traveled back to hers.

As with Buffy, Angel hadn't really seen much of the house, only her room because her mother was home most of the time she invited him over, and she really wasn't aloud to have a boyfriend. Parents could be weird sometimes.

Her mother would have killed her if she knew that Buffy had been dating Angel for two years, eight weeks, six days, and ok, she wasn't so obsessed that she knew the amount of hours too...

...Eighteen hours and seven minutes...

Who said being obsessed was a bad thing? She shook her head as she jogged up to her room, Angel quick on her tail, closing the bedroom door when he got there.

"So... now what."

"So, now I sleep, and you sleep too, because you're all tired, and-"

"I'm not tired."

"Right." she said, "Well then, since you're not tired, you can stay up and be tired in school tomorrow."

He rolled his eyes, "Fine have it your way." he said, pulling his shoes off, and jumping on the bed. "This is pretty comfy..."

She rolled her eyes, and pulled off her shoes, and socks, ignoring the fact that both of their clothes were still kind of wet, and a little dirty, she joined him on the bed, burying her face in is chest and sighing.

He smiled at her, and kissed the top of her head, "See you in, like, "He glanced at her alarm clock, "Four hours?"

"Mmm hmm" she mumbled against his chest, snuggling in closer to him.

"Ok, then." He smiled to himself, and wrapped his arms around her, tucking her head under his chin and closing his eyes, neither of them wondering how they were actually going to get up in the morning.