"Buffy?! Are you okay I heard you crying are you alright? I'm coming in!" Barging in without even knocking, mum looks me up and down, then up and down again.
"Buffy is there a reason you are dressed like that? You better have a good explanation of why you are dressed in such a derogative manner, right now?" Putting her hands on her hips she waits for my reply. Oh god oh god what do I say 'Hey mum you know my ex-boyfriend Angel? Well yeah I slept with him and now he is evil, and is all into me dressing like a hooker!' Great idea Buffy, just say something.
"Gosh mum you can't just barge in here whenever you feel like it, you knock, ask if I'm okay then come in, not ask come in then knock." I ramble, maybe I just should have stuck with what I was thinking of saying. Sitting on my bed my mum makes herself comfortable, while I straighten myself out so I'm sitting against the headboard of my bed.
"Look honey, I know you're all grown up and this isn't "cool" of me coming in here cramping your style but I'm worried about you. These last few days you have been acting weird, and I'm not sure if it's because of the incident with your teacher or if it's Angel." Pausing halfway she sees me wince at the last words, great now it's gonna be a 20 questions about problems with Buffy and Angel time. Grabbing my chin gently she pulls it towards her face, looking me in the eyes she whispers,
"Look Buffy I know that you and Angel are going through a bit of a rough point even though he seems like very strange man you two should be good together, even though he said those things to me. This sounds strange I know, since I have only met him once. But ever since your friends told me about him, and about how happy you two seem to be together, I couldn't be happier. What has happened honey you seem to be really upset and I don't know why? It's like your spark is gone. Is it after that night he was talking about? It's okay if you don't want to talk about it I understand, I know I'm just a dorky mum whose marriage has failed but I do know a bit about men so if you need advice just ask." Looking into her eyes I crawl closer to her and wrap my arms around her. Oh mum if only you knew how much I want to tell you about all of this, but I can't.
"Thanks mum I'll keep it in mind. Love you too. And to tell you the truth the reason why I'm dressed like this is because….well actually Willow bought it for me as a joke and I thought I might try it on don't worry I'll ask her to return it." Great work now why didn't you say that earlier.
"Okay honey." Rubbing my shoulder and kissing me on the head she walks to the door to go out, calling out I stop her in her tracks, "Oh and mum what Angel said about us two could you please forget it? You know about the whole entire, love me and him thing?" Looking hopefully at her I pray she says yes.
"Sure honey, just make sure you're both being safe. Love you goodnight." Closing the door with a wink she leaves. Oh my dear sweet baby jesus did she just say be safe, oh this is going to be a long night. Walking over to my dresser I look for some pyjamas to wear, only when I open the draw all I can see are silky night dresses. Folded in amongst the red and black night dresses I see a folded piece of paper, opening it I see Angel I mean Angelus's handwriting,
Dear Lover,
Remember what I said? Rule number two, I pick your clothes, and sorry lover but the ones you were wearing were pathetic. I mean come on little baby pigs, you can do better than that. Hope you like them if not I'll make sure you love them.
My undying obsession for you forever and always,
Angelus
P.S
If you don't wear these clothes I'll kill someone. Remember Love you lover.
"THAT GODDAMN BASTARD!" I scream scrunching up that bastards note I throw it against the wall.
"Buffy? Are you okay?" Mum calls out through the door.
"Yeah mum I'm practising a script it's called the taming of the bastard, don't worry go to bed. Night." Sliding down till I'm sitting with my back against the dresser I curl into a ball. Oh Angel why did you leave me.
"You're my knight in shimmering armour. Ahahah" God I'm so stupid if I think he's ever going to come back. Turning back to my bed I pull the covers over my head peeking through them I look around my room, I realize how alone I am. He will never come back, and what's worse is that I can't tell anyone about my little predicament with Angelus. Looking at the one thing that has stayed constant I wonder out loud, "What am I going to do now Mr Gordo?" Pulling my pig close to me I try and fall asleep though I know it won't come quickly.