AN: I am soooooo sorry! School has been crazy lately and family life isn't so great and I've sorta just spaced on this. BUT have no fear spring break is here! And I'll try to at least do two updates before its over, maybe three if I can focus : )

CH. 8

It was sadly a quiet night. Not the vampire filled, action packed, crazy chaotic night she'd wanted. In fact it was abnormally quiet. She hadn't had any action since that sad excuse of a vampire.

Sighing out of sheer boredom Buffy had no idea what to do now. It was too early to go back, plus if I go back it'll be pointed looks questions I don't want to answer and I'll have to fix this she thought, feeling the little hole just below her back pocket.

"Where are all the evil-y things!" she asked the nothing around her. This was really not doing anything to keep her mind off things, thus proving evil is evil because it wasn't here to distract her.

"Wow I haven't been this worked in years" rolling her eyes as she sits on a head stone, twirling her steak. God what would I be with out sarcasm she thought.

Swaying a little bit she hummed to the song that now popped in her head. "… it's the end of the world you said" Mumbling out some of the words to The Cures Plainsong. She hadn't the faintest idea why is was in her head but the slow melody seemed calming.

Getting a little more confidence in herself, and seeing how no one was around she figured why not and sang a bit louder, not much mind you but just enough. "… and its so cold! Its like the cold if you were dead and then you smiled."

Chiding herself "Can even think of a song without thinking of him, great what next will he be intruding on baking? I don't do it but hey if I know now I wont even start!" Huffing her frustrations out.

"Who's intruding on your baking?"

The unexpected voice made her jump and stumble off the head stone, stake at the ready. Upon seeing who it was though she lowered the stake slowly, glaring some. "Make a noise next time."

Angel frowned. Why is she mad for once I didn't do anything! Im not leaving! It seemed anything he did wasn't right. He left she died. She comes back he says he's going to stay to help her and she gets huffy. What was he suppose to do?

"Sorry I though you could… I thought you could feel" It cut him more then he'd let on. Had they been apart so long that she couldn't feel him like he could her? "So… uh… Ever tried peanut butter and honey on a tortilla?" Intent on changing the subject to a less off with your head topics.

Even if his face didn't show how he was feeling, his eyes did. He was hurt. She'd hurt him. Damn she cursed herself. He was being nice, you are such a jerk Buffy. "Angel… I do feel, I was just… thinking. Deep thinking." It was lame but true. Looking at his hand at the rolled up tortilla, she couldn't help but laugh. "No I cant say I have thanks but uh- Why do you have a peanut butter and…honey? Tortilla?"

Angel chuckled and looked at the rolled up thing then back to Buffy, happy to see her expression change to one of amusement. "Dawn" he simply stated with a shrug. "She was trying it out and wanted to share, I couldn't say no."

Laughing some, she folded her arms. "You're nicer then we are" she said nodding. She loved her sister but not that much. It was taking your life in your hands when eating whatever Dawn made.

An awkward silence fell over them as the chuckles died down.

Why is this so hard, we use to talk all the time when we were…we talked and now we cant even seem to get through a conversation she thought. It was weird to think they had grown so far apart.

"Time really does change people" she muttered under her breath as she sat on the ground leaning back against the head stone.

He'd heard her clearly and it stung. He knew it wasn't a deliberate jab against him but it hurt that they weren't as open any more. That that connection they'd once shared had been severed.

"You gonna stand there and brood all night or sit?" smiling up at him, trying to take the awkwardness out of the air.

A half smile tugged at his lips as he sat down in the grass beside her. Almost as if on instinct she leaned closer to him broad dominating frame, leaning against him. Her body fit so completely next to his.

Then they realized it, almost as if they had thought it at the same time. The silence that loomed over them was not awkward. It was content silence.

AN: Its not long but I'll try to make the next one longer. Saddly I still have no idea where im taking this (if you have ideas you could so tell me haha). But I do know that Disintegration (the album with Plainsong on it) by The Cure is an amazing album and you should look into it!