A/N: Ok, thank you to everyone who reviewed! Someone pointed out that I had Nicole written in the first chapter. To that person (sorry, my internet isn't working right, so I don't know your name), I fixed it, so it now says Buffy. Thanks again for the reviews and on to the story!

Drive Me Crazy

By purplpenguin

(Kool Beans)

At Angel's house

Angel's room is a huge mess of clothes and other messy things. He is in the bed, which is just a mattress on the floor. His alarm clocks ring, all five of them, and he sits up, looking very rumpled.

He gets up and goes downstairs to the kitchen and pours cereal into a clear glass bowl

He opens the fridge and looks for the milk.

"Got milk?" Angel asks, sighing as he does.

He looks outside through the kitchen window, where he sees Buffy's mom and his dad are talking.

Through the glass he can hear their conversation.

"Thanks a lot, you're a lifesaver. Sorry about the inconvenience," his British father was saying.

"It's goat's milk. And really Giles, it isn't a problem," Mrs. Summers told him.

"Uh-huh, well I don't have any problems with goat milk. I rather enjoy it, actually," Giles replied to Joyce.

Their chattering continued, but Angel tuned them out.

"Dad, bring the milk home. Come on, Dad. Come on," Angel tried to send the message to his father through their nonexistent brain link.

Surprisingly, it doesn't work. Angel goes outside to where Joyce and Giles are talking.

"Dad, can I take the milk off your hands?" Angel asked his father as soon as he got outside.

"Good morning, Angel," was Joyce's polite greeting to the teen she had known since he was a baby.

"Good morning, Mrs. Summers," Angel answered respectfully. He still wanted the milk and wasn't happy that he wasn't receiving it.

Suddenly, Buffy runs out of her house and up to the fence where everyone is.

"Mom, can I borrow your red halter?" Buffy asked as soon as she neared the fence. She became noticeably less perky when she saw Angel and Giles standing there, as she was only wearing a bathrobe, and didn't particularly want to see them.

"Oh. Would you look at them? Be away at college next year. Time flies," Joyce said to Giles, glancing at the two teens.

"Seems like only yesterday they were practically living together in that old tree house," Giles added.

"Dad, milk," Angel said, not liking where this conversation was going.

"Mom!" Buffy said, also not liking where the conversation was heading.

"Seriously, you two used to do everything together. What happened?" Joyce asked, truly curious.

"Junior high happened," Buffy answered after a short pause.

Ok, R/R for more chapters.

Next up: At school.