Part: (15/?)
Writer: Az K Mello
Summery: Xander sulks.
Warning: mega angst. Buffy bashing, don't read it and don't flame. I've warned you, only idiots don't read the liner notes and then bitch.
Thanks to Rhonda for helping me with the physics of Sunnydale.
As she brushed her hair willow watched Xander over her shoulder in the mirror. He sat on the cot her mom had set up for him, doing his homework. "You realize it's Saturday night, right?" She looked at her watch, "Well Sunday morning."
"Just figured I would get it out of the way." He didn't look up from the textbook, "Thanks again for letting me stay. . . again."
"Always, but, um. What happened with you and Angel? I thought you were totally cuddle bunnies?" her words were hesitant.
"He came to his senses." Xander had stopped reading but kept his eyes firmly locked on the page of his history book.
"What?" asked Willow in a low slightly dangerous tone.
"Yeah, he realized exactly what he was getting into. So I let him off the hook. . . that's not true it wasn't all highroad like that. I was a coward and dumped him before he dumped me."
"You broke up?" He looked up at the question and saw her knitted brow as she asked the question.
He swallowed hard before answering, "I think so, yeah. And we were gonna go away for a while but, but I don't think that'll happen. I think he was relieved when I left. He said he didn't want to hurt me. . . I think he thought it was all a great idea and then reality came to call. He's a good man, he never meant to make me hurt."
"But it's ok that you do hurt." She said gently.
"I'm not really the Emotion Type Guy. Ya know? And if I let myself well. . . I figured it was best to do my work before sinking into the blissful state of self-indulgent misery."
Internally Willow smiled. Angel had brought out a side of her friend that she hadn't seen in a long time, not since Jesse died. He had covered his intelligence ever since Buffy had arrived on the scene. He had honed his eloquence into nothing but barbs and cynical witticism. With Angel by his side he had reverted somewhat to the golden boy she used to know. For so long it seemed that the light in him had dulled, he didn't care about school or life really because his lifeline had been turned into dust. But now even while miserable he was falling back into old speech patterns. She couldn't, *wouldn't*, believe that he and Angel were through.
No sooner had the thought crossed her mind than Angel was standing at her door, knocking. She smiled weakly as she opened the door and he smiled gently back, he had always liked the redhead. "I thought you weren't allowed to have boys in your room."
"Oh, Xander's exempt on the grounds that he isn't a boy, he's my Xander shaped friend."
"That's sweet," Angel said with sincerity. He looked over her shoulder at his boy. "Can we speak?" He felt misery pour off Xander even as the boy nodded. "Thanks."
Willow gave her best friend a small, supportive smile as he walked by. Shutting the door behind them she watched as they walked across the patio and into her yard. She prayed her parents didn't see them. If her dad saw them Ira was liable to go out and offer Angel a cup of coffee and scold Xan for being up.
Writer: Az K Mello
Summery: Xander sulks.
Warning: mega angst. Buffy bashing, don't read it and don't flame. I've warned you, only idiots don't read the liner notes and then bitch.
Thanks to Rhonda for helping me with the physics of Sunnydale.
As she brushed her hair willow watched Xander over her shoulder in the mirror. He sat on the cot her mom had set up for him, doing his homework. "You realize it's Saturday night, right?" She looked at her watch, "Well Sunday morning."
"Just figured I would get it out of the way." He didn't look up from the textbook, "Thanks again for letting me stay. . . again."
"Always, but, um. What happened with you and Angel? I thought you were totally cuddle bunnies?" her words were hesitant.
"He came to his senses." Xander had stopped reading but kept his eyes firmly locked on the page of his history book.
"What?" asked Willow in a low slightly dangerous tone.
"Yeah, he realized exactly what he was getting into. So I let him off the hook. . . that's not true it wasn't all highroad like that. I was a coward and dumped him before he dumped me."
"You broke up?" He looked up at the question and saw her knitted brow as she asked the question.
He swallowed hard before answering, "I think so, yeah. And we were gonna go away for a while but, but I don't think that'll happen. I think he was relieved when I left. He said he didn't want to hurt me. . . I think he thought it was all a great idea and then reality came to call. He's a good man, he never meant to make me hurt."
"But it's ok that you do hurt." She said gently.
"I'm not really the Emotion Type Guy. Ya know? And if I let myself well. . . I figured it was best to do my work before sinking into the blissful state of self-indulgent misery."
Internally Willow smiled. Angel had brought out a side of her friend that she hadn't seen in a long time, not since Jesse died. He had covered his intelligence ever since Buffy had arrived on the scene. He had honed his eloquence into nothing but barbs and cynical witticism. With Angel by his side he had reverted somewhat to the golden boy she used to know. For so long it seemed that the light in him had dulled, he didn't care about school or life really because his lifeline had been turned into dust. But now even while miserable he was falling back into old speech patterns. She couldn't, *wouldn't*, believe that he and Angel were through.
No sooner had the thought crossed her mind than Angel was standing at her door, knocking. She smiled weakly as she opened the door and he smiled gently back, he had always liked the redhead. "I thought you weren't allowed to have boys in your room."
"Oh, Xander's exempt on the grounds that he isn't a boy, he's my Xander shaped friend."
"That's sweet," Angel said with sincerity. He looked over her shoulder at his boy. "Can we speak?" He felt misery pour off Xander even as the boy nodded. "Thanks."
Willow gave her best friend a small, supportive smile as he walked by. Shutting the door behind them she watched as they walked across the patio and into her yard. She prayed her parents didn't see them. If her dad saw them Ira was liable to go out and offer Angel a cup of coffee and scold Xan for being up.