Tidal Wave

Summary: Angel has a tough life. It gets tougher when he moves to Sunnydale and falls for Buffy a local surfer. The problem is her boyfriend, the Sunnydale surfing hero.

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By: CherryTwister

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"Hurry up boy!" His father yelled from outside. Angel stuffed what few pieces for clothing he had into his duffel bag. Then he threw it over his shoulder and walked out of the apartment. The apartment he had called home for the last three months. Moving from town to town and apartment to apartment wasn't new to him; it was a way of life. Angel walked up to his father's red pickup truck and tossed his duffel bag in the back. Then he hopped into the truck.

"Where are we going?" He asked plainly. Like it really mattered to him, they would probably only live there for a few months, until they ran out of money to pay the rent. It was always the same. It was hard for Angel to remember when he had a solid place to call home.

"A place called Sunnydale. I think you'll like it." His father grinned and started the truck.

They had been driving for two days, only stopping for food and to switch off driving. The truck was starting to get cramped and Angel hoped Sunnydale wasn't too far away. After Angel had been driving on the highway for a few more hours, finally they had hit the coast. He could see the beautiful blue-green ocean and smelled the salt air.

"How much farther?" He groaned and his father took out his map.

"Almost there." His father grinned showing his yellow teeth, which made Angel shudder. As he kept driving he could see the ocean stretch out from the corner of his eye, which only brought back bad memories of his past he would have rather forgotten. They pasted a few single beach houses, until they pasted a sign, which said 'Welcome to Sunnydale'. From what Angel could see Sunnydale was a pretty small town on the coast of California, which had great surfing waves. (AN: I'm not sure how close Sunnydale is suppose to be to the water, but in this story it's right on the coast)

He would have asked his father what they were going to do, but he already knew the drill. He would pick out what looked to be the cheapest motel. They would stay at the motel till they both got jobs and enough money to rent a place for a month or two. Angel found a run down motel that had its name faded so that he couldn't even tell what the name of the place was. Perfect, Angel though and pulled into the motels parking lot.

"You stay here while I get us a place." His father said and got out. Angel watched his father stroll into the motel and he sighed. After a few minutes his father walked out of the motel with a grin on his face.

"Room eight." His father told him and threw him the key, which had a big plastic key chain that had the number eight on it. Then Angel got out of the truck, feeling happy to finally get out of the cramped truck. Angel walked to the back of the truck and grabbed his duffel bag and a few of his father's bags. Afterwards Angel followed his father, who was looking for the room. It wasn't hard to find room eight because there were less then sixteen rooms in the whole motel. Angel turned the key in the lock and the door swung open. His father pushed Angel out of the way and walked into the room.

"Not bad, not bad at all." His father grinned; it was obvious that his father got a discount on room eight. The window was broken and had tape over it. The ceiling had mold on it and one of the bed's covers had a huge stain on it. Angel didn't want to know what the bathroom looked like.

"Just wonderful." Angel muttered under his breath once he noticed that the room didn't have a TV. Angel tossed the bags on the bed with the stain.

"Watch it with my bags." His father hissed and Angel held back the urge to roll his eyes at his father's threat.

=======Next Day=======

Angel got out of the motel room and decided to go job hunting. He wasn't really looking forward to it, but it was better then hanging out in room eight with his father. If he didn't then he was sure he would die of second hand smoke. His father had a huge smoking problem, Angel was sure he would be buried with a pack of cigarettes.

He had been turned down at a few tourist shops and was about to give up and try another day. Then Angel noticed a shop, which had the name North Shore Surf Shop paint over top. He decided to go in and give it a shot. When he walked in the first thing he noticed was the smell of surf wax. The whole left side of the shop was covered with long and short boards from different makers. He resisted the temptation of looking at the boards because he knew he couldn't afford a board.

"Need any help?" A voice asked him and he turned around. He saw a beautiful blond girl around his age behind the counter. She was wear a pink tank top and jean shorts on. She was giving Angel a bright smile and he couldn't help but smile back.

"Yeah, I was hoping I could get a job here." He stated hoping he didn't sound too much like a dork.

"Sure let me get you an application." The girl said, bending over and shoveled through the back of the counter. Then she pulled out a piece of paper and a pen. The girl handed Angel the paper and pen, while he was in a daze for second looking at her ocean green eyes.

"I don't remember seeing you around before, what's your name?" The girl asked, as Angel started to fill out the application.

"Angel." He said and looked up from the application for a second.

"Hi, Angel. I'm Buffy." The girl told him. After that Angel started to think maybe his father was right, maybe he would like Sunnydale.

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AN: I would like some reviews for this story or I may not continue it. So please review and tell me what you think of it.

Also I'm not sure what Angel's father's name is so if anyone could tell me that would be great because I'm getting tired of writing 'his father'.

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