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6. Just a Date

How did that happen? It was so quick. I've got a date with Angel, the guy I've been, in Faith's opinion 'obsessing' over for the last five years, I suddenly stumble over at an ordinary meeting.

And I have a date with him.

How again?

As much as I tried, it was hard not to think that fate had had something to do with our meeting again. I tried to ignore the part of me that was telling me this and instead aimed to think of it as luck. It was simple luck and I was simply going to be taking advantage of that and not of a chance that fate had thrown my way, our way, as hard as it was. Despite this I spent much of my drive home imagining several different scenarios, okay fantasies, all starring Angel and myself which all gave me that familiar or long since familiar feeling in my heart. It was a wonderful feeling.

It was just a date.

Yeah right.

When Faith arrived from off her shift later that night she immediately knew something was up with me. Of course, my five-mile wide grin could have given it away. And I was dying to tell her anyway.

"Something's up with you; spill it." She demanded as she dumped herself down at the kitchen table in a gesture that told me she was very tired.

"Well, it's just that I've got a date tomorrow, that's all really." I said, pretending it was no big deal, my voice the utter reflection of calmness and poise. How the heck I managed that I have no idea. Faith's eyes almost popped out of her head at my casual confession and despite her tiredness and usually cool exterior she managed to jump out of her chair and bounded up to me acting nothing like our age, not that we ever did.

"You're kidding! You're not kidding! Oh my god! How did this happen? Who is he? What's he like? How did this happen?" She shot these questions at me without taking breath and I could barely contain my excitement with her being all manic jumpy gal. I gave her a Cheshire like grin and almost bounded around the room with her, I know my heart already was doing.

"Maybe you should breathe a little, and I'll tell you."

"Come on then, spill it!"

"Well, I met him at the firm that I had an appointment with this morning, he was actually the lawyer I met with." I loved being able to drag this out, though I could barely restrain myself at this point. The idea of shouting 'I have a date with Angel', from the rooftops seemed to be appropriate to how I was feeling.

"He's a lawyer? Well I guess you don't have to hold it against him." I glared at her,

"I don't hold it against him, he loves his job, and who am I to comment?" At this Faith looked at me shrewdly.

"You sound like you're in love already." I smile, not able to contain it, or deny it,

"So?" I ask her as if falling in love in an hour is completely normal for me, or anyone, but I don't think this actually counts as I've been in love with Angel for 5 years. She looked a little confused,

"This coming from the obsessed girl who's been in love with some guy called Angel for five years and counting?" I smile and nod,

"Yep, pretty much," I tell her, oh I am evil really, she's gonna kill me when I tell her,

"Okay, something really weird is going on, you know that right?" I shrug and smile happily which seems to unnerve her even more, "Well, what's his name, this guy?"

"Oh, his name, it's Angel," I tell her very restrainedly since I actually want to jump around and shout it right now, while I walk casually out of the kitchen and into the living room.

I can almost hear the workings of Faith's brain just as she realises what I mean, even though she's still in the other room.

It therefore doesn't surprise me when I hear her yell,

"Angel!" Nor when she appears in the living room a split second later with a look of complete and utter disbelief on her face, that and shock.

I nod at her and we spin around the room like little kids before collapsing on the floor.

"Holy Shit B!" She says before asking, "How did this happen?" I roll my eyes at her in mock annoyance,

"I just told you!"

"No way! So the guy you went to have a meeting with was actually Angel? Wow, that's weird," She regarded me further, "Suppose you think its fate huh?" I shrug, not wanting to really admit that's what I was thinking, no matter, she knew me too well.

"I don't know what you mean." I attempted ignorance and she gave me a look that told me she didn't believe me for a second.

"Sure, okay, whatever you say B, when is it anyway?"

"It's tomorrow; think I'll wear that black dress I bought the other week."

"Yeah, looks like you've got a reason for getting dressed up now huh?" Apparently she couldn't help herself.

"Thank you yes I do." I couldn't hide my happiness, and I didn't care if she teased the crap out of me for months.

Angel

"What's goin on with you? You certainly look like you was the cat who got the cream." Doyle remarked as he sat himself at Angel's desk uninvited. It was several hours after his 'meeting' with Buffy and he still couldn't seem to wipe the look of crazied happiness off his face. His assistant Cordelia had been pretty freaked out by it and had gone off to gossip with the rest of the office busy bodies that Mr O'Connor had been manically happy and that she was starting to wonder if he could be bi-polar what with all the moods he seemed to have. Angel didn't even care that everyone was talking, all he cared about was that he'd found Buffy, or she'd found him, or maybe it was fate. Fate that he'd never believed in before. Whatever it was at that moment he only cared that he had found her and was going out with her tomorrow night. Now, if he could only summon the courage to call her and arrange to pick her up; he'd picked his favourite restaurant to take her too, he wanted everything to be perfect. He prayed to God that he didn't scare her off with his eagerness or anything. Somehow his attention was drawn back to Doyle who was still sitting in front of him.

"You alright man?" Saying it in a way that made it completely obvious he was starting to wonder if the office rumours were true.

"Of course, why wouldn't I be?" Angel asked his face unable to hide his glee at today's events.

"Um, well, it's just that you're a little more, well, cheerful than you are usually." He said fairly reluctantly as if he was expecting Angel to get annoyed at him.

"Yep I am and I don't care who knows it!" He exclaimed, thinking that Doyle actually looked a bit scared, was it possible his friend had never seen him happy? That couldn't be right, but he didn't think that Doyle had seen him anywhere near this happy before so maybe his reaction was understandable. He was trying to work out a way of telling him just why he was so happy but each time he thought of something it just seemed a bit obvious and probably a bit evil on his part, especially if he drew it out. So he took the decision to come straight out with it.

"There's got to be a reason then?" Doyle asked, Angel grinned,

"I have a date with Buffy." Doyle looked at him a bit gone out, as if he hadn't heard properly,

"Buffy!" He coughed out, looking at Angel again, "You sure you okay?" That's great, thought Angel, he knew he didn't believe him.

"I'm fine," He replied a little annoyed, "I do have a date with Buffy and I won't let you bring me down."

"How'd that happen then?"

"She came here for a meeting, she's one of the psychologists for a case, I couldn't believe it Doyle, she was just standing just over there, and sat right there where you're sitting. She's still totally gorgeous and she actually agreed to go out with me!"

Doyle smiled slightly, looking torn between believing him and calling the men in white coats.

"I dunno man, seems a bit easy. You sure this happened?" The look he got made him rethink his statement. "Okay fine I believe ya!"

"You don't," Angle was fairly peed off that it took showing Doyle the security camera from the hall and the schedule on his computer before Doyle did actually believe him.

"Thank god Buffy is a nickname!" He joked; Angel just glared at him "I bet you like it huh?" The silence this was met with answered his question and he chuckled,

"So you actually managed to ask her out then?"

"Yes, thanks I did, I'm not incapable."

"Coulda fooled me," Doyle muttered to himself, Angel just threw a book at him in a typically mature move.

"She's going to Boston for Christmas so we're having dinner tomorrow night, and you'll have to excuse me because I'm calling her right now,"

Doyle didn't look very happy about not being included in this phone call but figured Angel would tell him everything later anyway. It still seemed unbelievable that Angel had found her but he was happy for him; he deserved it after all this time; now if he could just get Cordy to agree to go out with him.

Buffy

I was just finishing preparing dinner when the phone rang. Faith made a move to answer it before I almost knocked off her feet moving at lightening speed towards it.

"Don't you dare?" I told her on my way past, grinning Faith sat back down and pretended to continue to read her trashy magazine.

"Hello?" I said, hopeful

"Hi Buffy, its Angel," I smiled; wishing I could see his face.

"Hi Angel, how are you?" Yeah, great, couldn't I have thought of something better to say?

"I'm great, I booked us a table at The Vine for tomorrow at eight; shall I pick you up at seven thirty?"

"Oh I love The Vine, yes seven thirty is fine." Well, that's my favourite restaurant so definitely off to a good start. There was a slightly embarrassed silence; I didn't know what to say exactly, waiting for him to instead. I guess it's a bit difficult to vocalise 5 years worth of fantasies and thoughts about someone in a phone conversation.

"That's great then, I um, can't wait to see you," He admitted, I could almost see his face,

"Same here Angel, so I'll see you then, then?"

"Yeah I'll see you then honey, bye."

"Bye," I hung up and turned around smiling, to see Faith looking at me expectantly,

"Good I gather?" She asked,

"Very, we're going to The Vine," She nodded,

"Very cool, that's your fave isn't it?" My turn to nod, I did so, slowly, because something was just occurring to me. "What up B?" Faith asked, totally aware of my slightly changed train of thought. I looked at her, it dawning on me,

"Angel called me honey," and I couldn't even try to suppress the giddy-like giggle that escaped me.

……..tbc…

Right, how was that? Sorry to cut it short there, the next chapter will definitely be the date! I have a feeling a lot of that was a bit sickly sweet really. I better tone it down for their actual date else you lot (and probably me) might need to vomit, LOL, whoops, never mind, I just tried to imagine what it'd be like to meet the man of your dreams after 5 years and I just reckoned it would be very trippy-happy! I will probably want to flesh it out a bit, more of how Buffy is feeling but thought I'd post this and see how I go.

Please review though, know it's been ages, but give me a chance and I might actually manage to finish it this time! (Though obviously my 8 month old keeps me very busy!) I'll try my hardest to if I know people are reading it, so go on, and tell me what you think! You know you want to! 

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