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Chapter Four: The Dinner From Hell: Part One

My mother had already rang the doorbell by the rime I got to the door. You could hear a few things shuffling around from inside, and then the door swung open to show Kathy in an apron. She was clearly in the middle of making dinner. "Joyce, Buffy hi!" she said happily, stepping to the side so we could come in. Mom said a quick 'hi' to Kathy and stepped in, now it was my turn. Plastering a smile on my face I hugged Kathy.

"Hey Aunt Kathy," I said into her ear and then pulled away. She looked me up and down as I spun around so she could get a good look at me.

"You look absolutely beautiful Buffy!" she squealed. She hadn't seen me since before last summer. "How are your grades?" she asked getting serious again as we walked towards the kitchen.

"I have mostly C's and B's, except for math, I'm failing," I replied looking down at my hands, "But I've never been very good at it." Sitting at the table, my mom was talking to Angel; he had on the same fake smile I had. He lifted his gaze to look at me, and I quickly shifted mine to Mark. He was reading the newspaper, like usual.

"You should have Angel tutor you, he's great in math," Kathy said looking at her son. I looked at her, eye wide, and then to Angel who looked like someone had just smacked him across the face.

"Oh no, Aunt Kathy, I don't want to take up his time, I'll just ask the teacher," I replied quickly trying to get out of it. Kathy eyed me suspiciously, and then looked at Angel and let it go, or so I thought.

"Why don't you and Angel go up to his room until dinners done, like old times," Kathy said with a smile. Angel and I looked at each other, fake smiles in place, and left the kitchen in the direction of the stairs. Once I got through the door, my smile was gone, and it was replaced with a scowl while I followed Angel's back up stairs.

Angel went in front of me, heading towards his room without a word. This was definatly the worst night of my life. When we got to his room, Angel didn't even acknowledge my presence. I didn't exactly expect him too, but all he did was open the door, walk in and lay on his bed. I just followed him inside and walked over to the window. A cool breeze came rushing into the room as I opened the window.

"What are you doing? Its cold out there!" Angel said actually lifting his head from the pillow. I just shrugged looking back at him and lifted myself onto the window sill, throwing my legs over the side so the were dangling out. "What are you doing sweetie?" he asked, not even noticing the slip he made by saying the old nickname he had for me. I turned around and smiled.

"Do you know what you called me?" I asked.

"What?" he asked confused and walking over to the window.

"You called me sweetie, remember you used to call me that when we were younger," I replied with a laugh. After he recognized that he had, he laughed along with me. Maybe this wasn't going to be so bad after all. I stood up carefully, and pulled myself onto the roof.

"Buffy! Why are you going up there?" he asked sticking his head out the window and looking up at me.

"It's beautiful out her, plus I need to call Willow and you have terrible reception in your house," I replied laying down, "Come on up." I took out my cell phone and dialed the Rosenberg's home phone quickly and wait for someone to answer.

"Hello?" I heard Willow's mom's voice over the phone.

"Hi, Mrs. Rosenberg, this is Buffy, can I talk to Willow?" I asked, praying she didn't just hang up on me like earlier. That woman hated me for god knows what reason, said something about a bad influence. I heard a 'I can't believe I'm doing this' come from Angel's direction and I saw him trying, keyword trying, to get out onto the roof. He was struggling quite a bit. Then I heard Willow's mom yell, 'Willow! Fluffy's on the phone!' "Its Buffy," I muttered. I swear, most times I thought Cordelia was supposed to live in that house with the way she treated me.

"Hey Buffy!" Willow chirpped happily into the phone.

"Hey Wills, I've got some bad news," I stated watching Angel still getting himself onto the roof top and supressed a giggle.

"What? Whats wrong?" she asked worriedly.

"I can't go to the Bronze tonight, I'm at a stupid family dinner thing at Angel's," I said angrily as Angel flopped down beside me, "But you still are going to talk to Oz right?" I asked.

"Uh, um, B-Buffy, I don't think so, I'm to nervous without you," she responded, and I could tell by her tone she was playing with the phone cord nervously.

"Now don't make me call Xander! You are talking to Oz tonight, I will make sure of that, even if you just say hi its better then nothing," I replied.

"No! Don't call Xander, he'll do the Buffy impression, and thats just scary!" she yelled, making me start to laugh. "Didn't you say you were at Angel's?" Willow asked curiously.

"I tell you about it tomorrow, talk to him," I said before hanging up the phone. Sliding it back into my pocket, and laid back down on the roof and sighed.

"How is she?" Angel suddenly asked.

"She's fine, why do you care?" I asked in a harsh tone. Maybe at this moment I didn't need to be so harsh, but it still came out that way.

"I care," he said defensively, "I never wanted to leave you know," he added looking over at me.

"Maybe not, but you did anyway," I replied looking at the stars, "Just drop it okay? I don't feel like getting into this tonight."

"Okay, so," he started awkwardly.

"You're a whimp," I finally stated looking at him. His mouth hung open in defense and I elaborated, "You can't get onto this roof with pants and sneakers, and I could do it no problem in a dress and heels! Thats just sad," I said.

"You're cruel," he commented.

"Now I want to know, how are you going to get back in?" I asked.

"Don't remind me," he moaned looking over at me also. If anyone would have asked me how tonight would have been, I would of said horrible, but it wasn't turning out that bad. It was like old times. We heard Kathy yell up the stairs that dinner was done. I sighed and got up from my place and started towards the window.

"You want to go first?" I asked looking back with a grin. He just glared at my playfully and passed me, climbing back into the window. "So that's a yes then?" I asked while climbing in myself. I was surprised when I felt Angel's hand on my sides, helping me get down from the window. "Thanks," I said softly turning around. His hands stayed placed on my hips for a little longer, as I tried to get over the tingling feeling going through my body.

"No problem," he replied with a smile. Then his hands dropped somewhat nervously. "We should go down, before people get mad." I nodded and followed him out the door and down the stairs. We hadn't heard the knock on the door, but when we looked up we were thoroughly shocked. There stood the one and only Cordelia Chase.

TBC…