Chapter Eight
"Buffy," He said quietly. He got off the ground. "Nice upper cut." He placed a hand over the, now red spot on his face.
"Sorry, I thought you were someone else," She told him, feeling really bad about this time.
"Hey Angel," Willow said. "It's good to see you again."
Angel looked at her and smiled. "Same here. How you been?"
"Good. Good. Well, we're off now," She said, as she grabbed a hold of Dawn's arm and started walking towards the Ice Cream Shop again.
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"I wonder what he's going here?" Dawn asked, as they ran across the street.
"I don't know. I'm sure we'll find out," Willow said, as they got in line.
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Buffy and Angel stood there, awkwardly, in silence. Buffy looked up at him. Their eyes meeting. Buffy smiled shyly.
Angel felt butterflies in his stomach. He smiled back at her. He felt strange standing there. No words said between them. He wished that he could turn and run and hide. But didn't couldn't It was too late to try to hide now.
"Hi," He said, stupidly.
"Hey," She said. "I really am sorry about before. I thought you were someone else. My instincts kicked in, before I realized that it was you."
"That's okay. I probably would have done the same thing. I'll live," He told her, reassuring her.
"What brings you to Sunnydale, if you don't mind me asking?"
He hoped that he wouldn't have to answer that. At least not right now. But he knew that there was no way around it. He was going to have to answer, even if a part of him told him not too. He had to stall as long as he could.
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Buffy and Angel started walking. Soon, before they realized it, they were standing in front of her house. They walked around to the back of the house.
Buffy glanced up, and noticed that Willow and Dawn were there. They had made it back safely. She let out a sigh of relief. She wouldn't know what to do, if anything ever happened to her sister or her friends.
They sat down on the back porch steps. Buffy realized that he hadn't yet answered her question. She knew that he was hiding something. She turned to look at him.
"You never did answer my question," She said. "I'd like to know why you're hear, if that's okay."
Angel knew that he had stalled to long. So, now he knew he had to tell.
"Would you believe me if I told you I just came to visit?" He asked, as he looked in to her hazel eyes.
Buffy sat there for a minute to think. She didn't believe it and he knew that. "Nope. There's something else to why you're here and I'd like to know why. Cause it's driving me nuts. I know you were in the park yesterday. You couldn't fool me."
"Yeah, I was," He said, looking down at his shoes. "It was just really hard to be able to see you."
"Why's that?" She asked, wanting, needing, to know.
"It was hard, because...because I miss you Buffy."
