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The Following Day- Afternoon
"Finally. Something is going right." She said as she and Angel left 'Magma'.
"What do you mean?" He asked taking her hand in his as they walked through the streets of downtown LA.
"Well, I'm not living with my dad and worrying about waking up all swollen. I'm living with my best friend and I have a job. Next we need a better place and I'll be set for the rest of the summer till I go back to Sunny D." She said happily.
"Oh. Well I'm glad you're happy."
"Angel?" She said stopping to look at him. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing. Just a bit tired I guess."
"Okay." Buffy said less then convinced but not wanting to push the subject. He'd tell her what's bothering him in his own time.
Days, and weeks pasted and Angel and Buffy became closer. Hank would occasionally stop by the Callahan's drunk, yelling and screaming that he wanted his daughter back. He had sent the police over to investigate.
Mr. Callahan had told the police that Buffy had left their house the day before she ran away and they hadn't seen her since. When the cops questioned the whereabouts of their son, he replied that his son had left the house the day after Buffy had gone missing and they hadn't heard from him since the following night. He had called to say that he was okay and would be home before school started up again.
The police had asked why they hadn't filed a missing persons report and Mr. Callahan said that there was no need for one. They knew he was okay and Angel was more then capable of taking care of himself. There was no need for them to worry.
Buffy laid in her bed one afternoon and stared up at the ceiling. Angel had gone out an hour ago to get some groceries.
Two weeks after getting their jobs at 'Magma' they had left the motel and had gotten a small one bedroom apartment two blocks from the club. Everything was going good. They would work from 7pm-5am at 'Magma' on Thursdays-Sundays. Mondays- Wednesdays the club was closed. They'd spend their days off, going to the park and having some summer fun.
A week ago Buffy and Angel had decided that they were officially a couple and since then had been enjoying their new status as boyfriend and girlfriend.
Angel opened the door to their apartment, breaking Buffy out of her thoughts. She rose from their bed in a pair of shorts and one of his button down shirts, and left the room to see Angel.
"Hey." He said placing the bags on the counter. Then kissing her lightly on the lips.
"Hey." She said smiling.
"You just wake up?" He asked as he emptied the contents of the bags.
"Nah. I've been up for a while. I was just thinking."
"Thinking about what?" He asked as he placed a gallon of milk into the fridge.
"About how much better things are." She said sitting on one of the tall stools by the kitchen isle.
"Oh really?" He said throwing the empty bags into the trash. "Want some breakfast?"
"Yeah. I'm starving." She said with a smile.
"Want some pancakes?" He asked rummaging through the fridge looking for the eggs he knew he just bought.
"Yeah. Do we have sausage?" She asked.
"Yeah. Just bought a new pack. Want some too?" He said pulling out all the things he needed.
"Yes. Please." She said smiling happily at her love.
"Go wash up while I make you some food."
"Okay." She said as she got off the stool and went to brush her teeth.
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The Following Day- Afternoon
"Finally. Something is going right." She said as she and Angel left 'Magma'.
"What do you mean?" He asked taking her hand in his as they walked through the streets of downtown LA.
"Well, I'm not living with my dad and worrying about waking up all swollen. I'm living with my best friend and I have a job. Next we need a better place and I'll be set for the rest of the summer till I go back to Sunny D." She said happily.
"Oh. Well I'm glad you're happy."
"Angel?" She said stopping to look at him. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing. Just a bit tired I guess."
"Okay." Buffy said less then convinced but not wanting to push the subject. He'd tell her what's bothering him in his own time.
Days, and weeks pasted and Angel and Buffy became closer. Hank would occasionally stop by the Callahan's drunk, yelling and screaming that he wanted his daughter back. He had sent the police over to investigate.
Mr. Callahan had told the police that Buffy had left their house the day before she ran away and they hadn't seen her since. When the cops questioned the whereabouts of their son, he replied that his son had left the house the day after Buffy had gone missing and they hadn't heard from him since the following night. He had called to say that he was okay and would be home before school started up again.
The police had asked why they hadn't filed a missing persons report and Mr. Callahan said that there was no need for one. They knew he was okay and Angel was more then capable of taking care of himself. There was no need for them to worry.
Buffy laid in her bed one afternoon and stared up at the ceiling. Angel had gone out an hour ago to get some groceries.
Two weeks after getting their jobs at 'Magma' they had left the motel and had gotten a small one bedroom apartment two blocks from the club. Everything was going good. They would work from 7pm-5am at 'Magma' on Thursdays-Sundays. Mondays- Wednesdays the club was closed. They'd spend their days off, going to the park and having some summer fun.
A week ago Buffy and Angel had decided that they were officially a couple and since then had been enjoying their new status as boyfriend and girlfriend.
Angel opened the door to their apartment, breaking Buffy out of her thoughts. She rose from their bed in a pair of shorts and one of his button down shirts, and left the room to see Angel.
"Hey." He said placing the bags on the counter. Then kissing her lightly on the lips.
"Hey." She said smiling.
"You just wake up?" He asked as he emptied the contents of the bags.
"Nah. I've been up for a while. I was just thinking."
"Thinking about what?" He asked as he placed a gallon of milk into the fridge.
"About how much better things are." She said sitting on one of the tall stools by the kitchen isle.
"Oh really?" He said throwing the empty bags into the trash. "Want some breakfast?"
"Yeah. I'm starving." She said with a smile.
"Want some pancakes?" He asked rummaging through the fridge looking for the eggs he knew he just bought.
"Yeah. Do we have sausage?" She asked.
"Yeah. Just bought a new pack. Want some too?" He said pulling out all the things he needed.
"Yes. Please." She said smiling happily at her love.
"Go wash up while I make you some food."
"Okay." She said as she got off the stool and went to brush her teeth.
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