Back at Angel's apartment...Xander is pacing like a cat in a cage.
"I have to pay ! I should have handled this by myself. I don't have the money, Deadboy. You can't get blood out of stone!"
"They can get blood out of you!" Angel half-shouted at her.
Xander sighed, " I know. You probably saved my life"
Angel gives her a worried look.
"Can I ask you something"
Xander nods.
"Why are you living this way? It's not at all like the boy I remember." Xander rolls her eyes at Angel.
"In case you haven't noticed I'm not a guy anymore. When I left Sunnydale it was pretty much with just the clothes on my back."
"Cordelia said you'd been in LA almost a month?"
"Yeah," Xander laughs sadly, " Look that how well I've done for myself! This kind of life...it keeps my expectations from getting to high. Did that, got my heart broke. After the mess I left in Sunnydale..." Xander trailed off. Angel was hoping she would say more about it but seemed to shake herself out of the memories. "You should understand that."
"I do," said Angel, " this kind of life...picked me. You don't have to do this. What happened"
Xander sighed heavily.
"I did what I had too. I chose this path years ago. But your not the only one life or fate decided to screw over. Besides the contacts I've made helped get Cordelia her new apartment. Which I'm going to go see...right now." Said Xander walking toward the stairs.
"Xander"
Xander stopped and turned to look at Angel.
"I don't want to have this conversation...Ever!" She said then continued to the stairs and up them.
"Xander"
But she was gone.
"Isn't this place perfect!" exclaimed Cordelia after showing Xander in.
"Yeah, perfect. Cordelia, do you know what happened to my over night bag. It's not at Deadboy's anymore?"
"All the furniture came with it. It's perfect!" Cordelia said ignoring the question.
"Cordy."
"And the kitchen as a dishwasher...it's in the second bedroom. Hard wood floors."
"The dishwasher?" asked Xander confused.
"No, your bag, lamebrain. Try to keep up with the conversation." Cordelia lightly mocked.
" Why is it in the second bedroom"
Cordelia rolled her eyes at the question.
"Cause I need a roommate, duh! You really can't go back to your motel room with that..."
"Yeah, Deadboy took care of that." Xander told her.
"Oh, so that's why you two looked so cozy together in the office." Cordelia smirked.
"What! Who was cozy, there was no cozying...and you should tease the person who had the contacts to get you this perfect apartment." Xander babbled out.
"Riiigght, so roomies?" She asked with a small bounce.
"Well, it's not like I have anywhere else to go."
"Although," Cordelia said with a put out look, " I have a bone to pick with you. I mean sending Wesley of all people with me!"
"Come on he was at a loose end, thought maybe you both would rekindle old feelings for each other." Xander said with a small smirk.
"Uggh, please that ship never even floated." Said Cordelia wearing 'eww'face.
"I figured he needed something to do. It's not like he knows a lot of people here in LA. Did he act like he didn't want to help you?" Xander asked cause if he had hurt Cordelia's feeling, she was going to hurt Wesley.
"Well, no."
"There you go then."
Cordelia shook her head. She had never understood Xander while they were dating, she really didn't get her now . Cordelia smiled at Xander.
"Let's get you settled in your room. I know you're tired. I am too. Oh, I can't wait to help you decorate it...Roomie." Cordelia said happily. Xander had to laugh at her enthusiasm about the place.
"This place is so perfect!" Cordelia repeated.