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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"We have nothing to talk about." Buffy said softly and tore her gaze away from Angel's angry stare. She had a feeling she knew what he wanted to talk to her about. She wished he wouldn't have brought it up.

"Oh, yes we do. I want to know what was your problem at the beach." He said and Buffy looked up at him again in shock, his angry tone surprised her. Buffy didn't know he would have been so upset about her cold shoulder at the beach. She knew it had been wrong, but she had been stuck.

"Angel, I'm sorry about that, but it's just that Riley said..." She started to say, but couldn't finish. She decided she shouldn't repeat what Riley said about him. She didn't agree with Riley's thoughts about Angel, but she's didn't have much of a choice.

"So now your boyfriend's got a problem with me. God I don't even know the guy." Angel grumbled. He was so confused it look like Buffy wanted to tell him something, but she was too.... afraid to tell him. He wanted to know what was going on. She had hurt him and he wanted to know why. He didn't like being hurt, he had been hurt enough in his life. He didn't need it from a girl whom he didn't even understand his feeling towards yet.

"Angel, you're a great guy, but you should just stay away from me." Buffy sighed, she thought if he stayed away from her he could also stay away from the mess the surf was becoming.

"Why is something wrong with me, do I have a third eye or it is that you have a thing against brunettes?" He question furiously. Her statement made him snap.

"Angel, its nothing like that...it's just..." She tried to explain, but was cut off by Angel's rage.

"Just what?" Angel asked annoyed.

"I can't explain it." Buffy said finally giving up. She didn't like the way Angel was acting towards her.

"Sure you can go ahead I'm all ears." He announced and tapped his fingers against the counter, he was so lost in his own thoughts he missed the hurt look flash a crossed Buffy's face.

"I thought you would understand." She said hurt. She had really started to like Angel, he had been so nice to her the other day. And now he was just being a jerk, she had it with jerks all Riley's friends were jerks, even Riley was a jerk. She just wanted a nice guy, was that too much to ask for?

"Understand what? That I'm too low for you, princess." Angel hissed and Buffy suddenly got angry .

"Geez, no need to be rude about it. Looks like I thought wrong, I thought you were a good guy." She told him, deciding she could take no more. He was a jerk, like every other guy she had meet.

"Looks like you did think wrong." He said and stared at her for a long time.

"See tomorrow at work." He said coldly and walked out of North Shore Surf Shop.

"Damn!" Angel cursed himself. After he was almost to the beach, guilt for yelling at Buffy was starting to come over him. He kept telling himself it wasn't his fault, she deserved it for ignoring him. Though telling himself that didn't help so he finally decided to blame Buffy's coldness to him on her boyfriend. Now he was going to have to apologize to her.

Angel took his spot on the beach and watched the waves crash in. He was starting to get bored of watching other people catch awesome waves, he wished he could catch. So he began drawing swirls in the sand, to past time until he had to go back to the motel.

"Hey, dude!" He heard Spike come up from behind him. Then Spike set his board down and sat next to him.

"Man, you look bummed." Spike announced once he had sat down and saw Angel's sad look. Angel didn't feel like talking to anyone, so he sat quietly and kept drawing in the sand. Spike also stayed quiet for a second like he was thinking about something.

"Here," Spike finally said and handed Angel his board.

"What?" He looked at Spike board in confused.

"I figured anyone would be bummed sitting on the beach when the swells that big are out there. Go ahead take a few rides, just don't forget I'm sitting here, waiting." Spike ginned. Then Angel stood up with Spike's board. Everything he had just been thinking went away once the board was in his hands.

"Thanks, dude." Angel said and turned to Spike.

"No problem." Spike said and looked out into the ocean.

Angel paddled out to a place in the water where there weren't many surfers. Once he settled himself on the board he looked over his shoulder to see what was coming. When he spotted a promising wave, he looked around to see if anyone was going to take it. The guy closes to him nodded letting Angel know he could have the wave. He started paddling into the wave and took off, zigzagging down the wave. He could feel envious eyes on him and he couldn't help but smile.

He felt good being back on a board, it had been too long. Surfing had always been like riding a bike to him, once he had he would never forget it. Surfing was Angel's passionate, which had been taken from him. Surfing also brought back some dark memories of his past, but he kept it in the corner of his mind. He enjoyed riding a few more waves and then paddle back to the beach.

"Dude, why didn't you tell me you could surfer like that." Spike questioned once Angel got back to the beach, he knew he had caught a few good waves, nothing special. He shrugged off Spike's question, but still had a smile on his face.

Angel watched Spike surf for a while, until it started getting late and he decided to head back to the motel. Once he open the door to room eight the smell of alcohol filled his senses. Angel sighed, alcohol and Connor weren't a good mix. He would try to stay out of his father's way, but he doubt it was possible.

"Your late." Someone hissed from the corner of the room. Angel shut the door from behind and spotted Connor sitting on the far side of his bed. He had a beer in his hand and his eyes were dark.

"Your late." Connor repeated this time more brutal.

"What am I five?" Angel mumbled and walked over to his bed.

"Give me some money, boy." Connor groaned as he got off the bed. Angel shrugged knowing when his father asked for money that meant he blown all his money at the bar. That also meant that Angel wouldn't have a descent meal for a while.

"I don't have any money, I start my job tomorrow. Why don't you get a job?" Angel suggested.

"A job...." Connor mumbled and looked like he was thinking about something.

"Yes, I think I'll get a job." Connor grinned.

"Ahem." Angel groaned and fell on to his bed. Though he was thinking the opposite, his father had a look in his eye like he had a plan. Which most of his father's plan were illegal.

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