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Now.
Buffy awoke suddenly from the blasting sound of thunder that vibrated in her room. She hated thunderstorms and nearly jumped out of the bed when the flash of light blinded her eyes. She hid under the covers and started counting "one-one thousand, two-one thousand..." she stopped at the shriek of thunder, which made her whimper. It sounded as if someone was ripping through the sky and destroying heaven. The windows clattered with the sound of heavy raindrops falling. They sounded as if they were pebbles falling on tin. She started counting again, the thunder sounded like a gunshot, and she started to sob. Just her luck...
Angel awoke at the sudden sound, too. He wasn't afraid of thunderstorms; he actually enjoyed them. He listened closely to the sound of the raindrops; to him it was soothing and nice. He listened closer and could hear a sob from the other side of the apartment. He immediately knew that it was her who was crying. Just his luck... He swung his covers over his legs and got out of his room. He passed the living room and dining room and opened her door. She was lying there, tears streaming down her face and hands over her ears. He couldn't believe it -- Buffy was afraid of thunderstorms.
She looked up at the figure that appeared to be at the door and assumed it was Angel. She removed her hands from her ears and she wiped the tears off her cheek. "So are you going to make fun of me because I'm afraid of thunder?" she asked. She really didn't want to see his face, let alone hear his answer.
"No."
She looked up in surprise. "So what are you here for?"
"I was just making sure you were okay. Is there anything I can do for you?"
"Nothing you can do. I'm just scared. Can you just leave me alone right now? I'd like to be by myself," she said while turning over and looking away with him.
He looked at her form and turned away from the room, leaving the door opened. "G-d, why does she always have to be so bitchy?"
When he made it to the living room, Buffy called back "You're such a jackass."
He turned back to her and glared. "Oh, yeah, Buff?"
"What's up, Angie?"
He bit his bottom lip. "I'm expecting a rematch tomorrow. I know I can beat a girl who's afraid of thunder. See you around, and have a nice night," he said with a snicker.
"You're such a peace of shit," she called after him, expecting him to comment. But he just waltzed right into his room, nearly slamming the door behind him.
Buffy just looked to his bedroom door in surprise. Her thoughts were interrupted again by the shriek of thunder, and she ended up hiding under the covers again.
*_-_*
"Yo! Get up, we have to get to work," Angel screamed to Buffy from the entrance of her room.
Buffy didn't seem to be effected by the loud screaming and just turned to one side.
"Buffy. What the hell does a man got to do to wake you up," he screeched. Finally, he turned away and went straight to the kitchen. He took out a glass from the cabinet and filled it with water from the sink. He took a big gulp, making the full glass of water into half. He leaned his hands on the sink as if he was holding himself back from doing something. She was on his shit list. He looked at the glass in his hand and a light bulb appeared above his head. 'Naughty, Angel...this could get you killed,' he thought. 'But it'll all be worth it.' He filled his glass up again. He trudged towards her room.
"Hey, Buff," he screamed into her ear.
She awoke with a start and was greeted by a glass of water splashing at her face.
Angel was laughing like a fool, the empty glass in his hand.
"You fucking asshole! I'm going to rip your scrawny throat out!" she screamed. Waking a person up with a loud scream to the ear and a glass of water to the face was rude.
He grew serious. "You're gonna rip my throat out? What did I do?"
"Hello! The water and scream. You are such a...such a..."
"Ooh, good one, Buff. Got any more good puns?"
Her fist connected to his jaw, the same exact place it had when they first fought. "You wanted a fight, Angie. Come on, kick my ass."
Angel didn't wait a second he grabbed her arm and flipped her over to her back. She quickly got up, fist up and protecting her face. He punched and she blocked, neither one of them gaining the upper hand. He punched her in the face and she stumbled back. He didn't waste any time. He grabbed her arm again and twisted it, making her cry out. He held two of her small arms in his big and strong hand. He pinned her to the wall, her two hands held by one of his above her head. He raised his free hand to where he punched her in the face. It was growing black and blue. He smoothed his hand over her silky cheek, bringing his mouth to her. She slightly moved her face forward, expecting to feel his lips. His nose was touching hers, their lips not connected just yet. But at the last second he pulled away with a snicker and let go of her hands. He turned and walked towards his bedroom, smiling the whole way.
"What was that," she called after him.
He turned and grinned one of those half grins, "Get dressed and make your self some breakfast. I need to stop by at the hospital to check on a friend. And to answer your question, what I just did is something that's called 'sweet revenge.'
*_-_*
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Now.
Buffy awoke suddenly from the blasting sound of thunder that vibrated in her room. She hated thunderstorms and nearly jumped out of the bed when the flash of light blinded her eyes. She hid under the covers and started counting "one-one thousand, two-one thousand..." she stopped at the shriek of thunder, which made her whimper. It sounded as if someone was ripping through the sky and destroying heaven. The windows clattered with the sound of heavy raindrops falling. They sounded as if they were pebbles falling on tin. She started counting again, the thunder sounded like a gunshot, and she started to sob. Just her luck...
Angel awoke at the sudden sound, too. He wasn't afraid of thunderstorms; he actually enjoyed them. He listened closely to the sound of the raindrops; to him it was soothing and nice. He listened closer and could hear a sob from the other side of the apartment. He immediately knew that it was her who was crying. Just his luck... He swung his covers over his legs and got out of his room. He passed the living room and dining room and opened her door. She was lying there, tears streaming down her face and hands over her ears. He couldn't believe it -- Buffy was afraid of thunderstorms.
She looked up at the figure that appeared to be at the door and assumed it was Angel. She removed her hands from her ears and she wiped the tears off her cheek. "So are you going to make fun of me because I'm afraid of thunder?" she asked. She really didn't want to see his face, let alone hear his answer.
"No."
She looked up in surprise. "So what are you here for?"
"I was just making sure you were okay. Is there anything I can do for you?"
"Nothing you can do. I'm just scared. Can you just leave me alone right now? I'd like to be by myself," she said while turning over and looking away with him.
He looked at her form and turned away from the room, leaving the door opened. "G-d, why does she always have to be so bitchy?"
When he made it to the living room, Buffy called back "You're such a jackass."
He turned back to her and glared. "Oh, yeah, Buff?"
"What's up, Angie?"
He bit his bottom lip. "I'm expecting a rematch tomorrow. I know I can beat a girl who's afraid of thunder. See you around, and have a nice night," he said with a snicker.
"You're such a peace of shit," she called after him, expecting him to comment. But he just waltzed right into his room, nearly slamming the door behind him.
Buffy just looked to his bedroom door in surprise. Her thoughts were interrupted again by the shriek of thunder, and she ended up hiding under the covers again.
*_-_*
"Yo! Get up, we have to get to work," Angel screamed to Buffy from the entrance of her room.
Buffy didn't seem to be effected by the loud screaming and just turned to one side.
"Buffy. What the hell does a man got to do to wake you up," he screeched. Finally, he turned away and went straight to the kitchen. He took out a glass from the cabinet and filled it with water from the sink. He took a big gulp, making the full glass of water into half. He leaned his hands on the sink as if he was holding himself back from doing something. She was on his shit list. He looked at the glass in his hand and a light bulb appeared above his head. 'Naughty, Angel...this could get you killed,' he thought. 'But it'll all be worth it.' He filled his glass up again. He trudged towards her room.
"Hey, Buff," he screamed into her ear.
She awoke with a start and was greeted by a glass of water splashing at her face.
Angel was laughing like a fool, the empty glass in his hand.
"You fucking asshole! I'm going to rip your scrawny throat out!" she screamed. Waking a person up with a loud scream to the ear and a glass of water to the face was rude.
He grew serious. "You're gonna rip my throat out? What did I do?"
"Hello! The water and scream. You are such a...such a..."
"Ooh, good one, Buff. Got any more good puns?"
Her fist connected to his jaw, the same exact place it had when they first fought. "You wanted a fight, Angie. Come on, kick my ass."
Angel didn't wait a second he grabbed her arm and flipped her over to her back. She quickly got up, fist up and protecting her face. He punched and she blocked, neither one of them gaining the upper hand. He punched her in the face and she stumbled back. He didn't waste any time. He grabbed her arm again and twisted it, making her cry out. He held two of her small arms in his big and strong hand. He pinned her to the wall, her two hands held by one of his above her head. He raised his free hand to where he punched her in the face. It was growing black and blue. He smoothed his hand over her silky cheek, bringing his mouth to her. She slightly moved her face forward, expecting to feel his lips. His nose was touching hers, their lips not connected just yet. But at the last second he pulled away with a snicker and let go of her hands. He turned and walked towards his bedroom, smiling the whole way.
"What was that," she called after him.
He turned and grinned one of those half grins, "Get dressed and make your self some breakfast. I need to stop by at the hospital to check on a friend. And to answer your question, what I just did is something that's called 'sweet revenge.'
*_-_*
K - here's the thing, reviews = continuing/ no reviews = not continuing. Please guys leave *something*! *sigh*