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This story is dedicated to Kayla (mostly) and Chris. For turning me into a fanfic writer again.

Chapter I

She sat in an empty graveyard, her legs sprawled out in front of her. She hardly ever sat down. She always figured by the time she sat some big bad would come crawling out of a grave. One thing she did hate about slaying, waiting.

"Could we hurry it up a little I have finals in the morning!"

"Well Buffy, I really doubt they care." A familiar voice spoke out to her comment entering from behind her.

She perked up, but tried not to show her enthusiasm. Angel. Enough said. She thought about him constantly, ever since they shared their first kiss at the Bronze.

Willow seemed excited about Buffy's new love interest, because sadly she didn't have one of her own. Yeah, she was in love with Xander, but she knew Xander would never return her feelings. She knew that there wouldn't be a chance for that. He was in love with Buffy.

Xander of course, hated the thought of Angel getting anywhere near Buffy. He couldn't deal with competition. Though, he'd perceive it as though, there was no competition at all, he had it in the bag. Though, sadly he knew it'd be the other way around.

"Are you alright, Buffy?" He said with a deep sound of concern.

She looked up quickly regaining her attention on Angel. "Yeah, I'm good. I'm very good. The best of the good." She shook her head, she's been spending to much time with Willow and Xander. Their stuttering and rambling obviously rubbing off on her. "I mean.. as good as it can get without pain?" She thought for a moment, did that even make sense? I'm an idiot, and now he knows it.

Hmm.. Wonder if he'll try to kiss me?

Will I let him kiss me? A small smirk came across her face, OF COURSE I WOULD! He kisses like a dream.

"If, you say so Buffy." A coy smile appeared on his pale face.

"So um, what are you doing out here.." She blinked for a moment, realizing the question she asked was so stupid, she couldn't believe it came out of her mouth. That'll surely make him think I'm dumb.

"Looking for you, actually."

"Really!" She was kicking herself inside, Why can't I think when I'm around him? Why can't I speak correctly? It's like I'm in Los Angeles all over again. "A big demony thing coming up? Don't tell me, evils a brewing and you came to tell me to kick it's ass?"

"Not exactly."

"Oh?" He seems so cold and so distant.

He approached, closer. He lifted his hand up to her cheek brushing it lightly. "I came.."

What's happening? Gah! I hope it's a kiss. She felt her blood boiling at the thought of him touching her skin with is own. A surge of heat ran through her body, causing her to close her eyes for a moment, to enjoy this ecstasy. But, how could something so cold.. Give off this much heat?

He leaned down and gave her a small peck on the lips before pulling back a little to see her reaction. He never really felt this way about anyone. Although he'd live long enough to. This girl made him feel different. Like a human.

She had a pleased expression on her face. Angel chuckled to himself. I guess she feels the same way? She slowly opened her eyes to look at him, Why did he stop? He backed away slowly.

"Angel?"

"I have to go." He looked up at the sky. "It's going to be daylight soon."

Buffy nodded.

"I'll.. See you later? Maybe at the Bronze?"

"Well there's only a few places I go, Bronze or here."

She shrugged. Wow I must seem so boring to other people. All I do is go to the Bronze and the graveyard. If I was back in LA my friends would think I was crazy. Or.. Maybe they'd think I have a fetish for dead people. Either way, that's weird.

She watched him disappear into the shadows. She spoke to herself softly, "Bye." She had a deep sorrow in her voice. That sucked. She looked down at her watch, "It's 12." She sighed, "Maybe it was me."