A/N: So- today I was looking over my stories here and I was like damn - it's annoying that this one fic isn't finished. So, After I reread the story, I decided it needed an ending and since no one else wanted to take it over, I decided I need to to put it to bed and give it that ending it deserved. I'm sorry that it's short but I think it works. I hope you all have enjoyed this story. I hope you all appricieate it ( and nominations are always shibby guys - come one there are awards sites out there hinthint ). Anyways, thanks for sticking with this story. I'm sorry it's taken so long. But here it is.
So have another drink
waste some time with me
we're happy in the meantime
we're happy in the meantime.
See you all in the HP fics!
Drusilla Williams.
Chapter 11 – Happy in the Meantime
"Buffy! Have you seen Buffy?" Angel's voice boomed over the commotion of people exiting the high school after the talent show. He pushed his way threw the crowd, spotting the gang standing towards the back, talking in hushed tones.
"She's gone! She took off, man!" Xander called out to him. Angel moved to turn around and go look for her when Oz grabbed his arm and pulled him back, shaking his head solemnly. "You need to let her go. Or at least give her time to think about what's going on in her life. Moving in on her so quickly isn't a good idea Angel."
"I'm not moving in on her! I care about her which is a lot more than what Spike can say!" Angel stated aspirated. Cordelia barked a laugh and smiled walking over to him and standing in front of me.
"You, Angel-cakes, were going to comfort her and try to take her when she was most vulnerable. You do not care about her. You just want to get a piece of ass. You always have and we haven't said anything against it because you've never pulled it on any of us," she stated, her smile sickingly sweet. "However, Buffy is our friend; she isn't some random chick you picked up at the Bronze. And this time, I'm afraid we can't condone what you are trying to do."
Angel stood and stared at them dumbfounded, wondering what the hell had just happened. "Now, I vote that we go get pizza and wait for this thing to blow over," Cordelia stated. She smiled, leading the way out of the high school, Angel left behind.
It was something out of the movies, something out of a fairytale for her. She was standing there, kissing the most gorgeous man she had ever laid eyes on, a man she loved, cherished. The man who had said sweet words to her and had meant them. The man who had chased after her, who had fought to keep her, who had fought her. He was a night in shining armor, almost the perfect man.
And a few seconds after he had pulled her into possibly the most passionate kiss she had ever experienced, it began to rain. Warm sweet rain that seemed to wash away any doubts she had. Warm rain that seemed to wash away both his imperfections and her own flaws. Warm rain that washed away the pain and cleaned their souls.
He pulled back, still cupping her face in his warm palms, his eyes looking impossibly blue as it poured down on them. "Buffy I love you. I love you so much. I know that saying it doesn't mean all that much and that I have to show it for you to be able to believe it, but please believe me when I say it. I-"
She placed her finger over his lips and shushed him, shaking her head in his hands. "Buffy?" She stood up on her tip toes and pressed her lips against his and smiled.
"I love you too."
He pulled back and stared at her, searching her eyes as if trying to gauge what exactly she meant. She pulled him down and kissed him gently before pulling back and held his hand, pulling him onto the walking path and walking with him. "Buffy?"
"I love you Spike and I mean it. Right now, just waste some time with me, okay?" He smiled, squeezing her hand in his as they walked out of the cemetery. The rain had started to ebb but still coated them in warmth. "I think we're better off now," she whispered as they walked, staring up at the stars like they had done so many other times. He nodded and stopped her, staring questioningly at her.
"I love you. I'm not saying that I'll marry you right now or anything like that because there is always a chance that this won't work. But I love you now." He nodded sadly and looked away. She pulled him back and kissed his lips before squeezing his hand reassuringly. "Come on, we're happy in the meantime."
The End.
