A/N: There's no school today, so I decided to take this oppertunity to update! This chapter might have some tense problems, I tried to check back over it and correct it, but I might have skipped something. Sorry.

A/N 2: Italics are thoughts.

Disclaimer: I do not own Drive Me Crazy, contrary to popular belief. I just borrowed the concept, plot, and a few, ok a lot, of the lines from the movie.

Drive Me Crazy

By purplpenguin

(Kool Beans)

The rest of the journey was made in silence. Soon, Oz pulled his van up in front of Buffy and Angel's houses. They both got out of the van, Angel saying goodbye to his friends.

"Okay, bye 'meng,'" Xander shouted back as the van pulled away.

"Vaya con dios," Angel yelled in reply.

"Later, Angel," Oz said, driving away.

"Buffy, wait!" Angel called after the girl who was stumbling up her driveway to her front door. She stopped and turned to look at him. "If your mom's awake, she's gonna see right through that Dean Martin impression. I'll sneak you through the back."

Buffy just stared at him.

"What?" he asked.

"Her car's not here," she said, motioning to the empty driveway. "She's not home."

"Okay, bye," Angel said awkwardly. He hurried back into his house, leaving Buffy alone.

She went into her own house and up to her room. There, she grabbed a marker and her yearbook. She opened it to the seniors section and uncapped her marker.

"Moron," she said as she put a large X and the word loser over Riley's picture.

"One eyebrow." She marked off another picture.

"Taking Georgia Warner."

"Failed Health."

"Taking Harmony."

"Taking Willow."

She crossed out several more pictures then stopped, looking at Angel's picture. She looked out her bedroom window into his, shook her head, and continued with the yearbook.

"Refers to himself as 'devirginator.'" This picture she scribbled all over.

She sighed and looked back to Angel's window. She sighed again, picked up her phone, and called him.

"Give it up, bonehead," Angel answered. "Princess Leia ain't comin'."

"Take me to centennial, Angel," Buffy responded, deciding to ignore his earlier comment.

"Buffy?" he asked, opening his window as she did the same. When they both had the windows open, they leaned on the frames. "How'd you get this number?"

"I remembered it," she sighed. "Take me?"

"You're drunk," he told her.

"I'm desperate."

"Oh, well, when you put it that way--"

"You're not offended," she scoffed. "So don't pretend to be. My guess? You're intrigued."

"I am?"

"Word's out, Faith dropped you."

"Yeah, well--"

"Well, you have a tiny idea how I feel. Look, I know you probably don't give a damn about the centennial or me, and that's fine. But starting Monday, I'm gonna be treated like the biggest loser ever at Sunnydale. I mean, the same girls dishing out fake sympathy will be laughing at me behind my back. Some of them will try to set me up out of pity. But I'll know every time I walk into a room and it gets suddenly quiet, they were just talking about my monumental failure. We can save each other, Angel, from disgrace."

"Each other?" he questioned. "What's in it for me?"

"If you have to ask, you're not as smart as you think you are. You need to sleep on it. Get back to me."

That said, she hung up the phone and sat it down on the ledge she had been leaning on. Or, that was her goal. In reality, the phone missed the ledge and fell to the ground below. Buffy closes the window, ignoring the crash as the phone fell. She pulls off her shirt and goes to bed.

Angel sighed to himself, closing his own window.

We'll get to the B/A stuff soon, I promise. Please review, thanks!