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DISCLAIMER: Nope, but maybe they should.
TIMELINE: S2, pre-S/I
SUMMARY: Buffy. Angel. Her bedroom. A green barrette.
DEDICATION: to DarkStar, who is a wonderful woman and somehow has the time to run
the Scribes of Angel (everything Angel) and Blood Roses Forum (B/A).
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LITTLE SECRETS
by Leni
Buffy opened her door, the toothbrush still in her mouth as she was too impatient to wait
until she had finished to come look for her barrette.
Her eyes widened when she turned the light on.
Angel?
Angel!
The toothbrush!
Buffy blushed bright red. Angel looked at her curiously. Slamming the door behind her, she
ran out of her room. She spit the toothpaste into bathroom sink, leaning her head against
the mirror and breathing heavily. This only happened to Buffy Summers... She wondered if
she could hide in the bathroom for life. That option sounded better than facing Angel,
especially because the cold mirror had done nothing to cool her cheeks.
"Buffy?"
Her mother.
"Are you in your room, honey?"
Steps up the stairs. If she decided to open her bedroom door...
"Here, mom!" Buffy reluctantly stepped out of the small room. The lesser of two
evils, she guessed. Angel would only smile and make her blush a bit when she came back.
But if mom discovered Angel... Buffy shuddered at the thought. "Yes?"
Joyce smiled. "Have you seen my lipstick, Buffy?"
She shook her head. "Ask Dawn," she threw behind her back before slipping into
her room, making sure to bolt the door closed. Her forehead was against the wooden door,
refusing stubbornly to turn around.
Angel cleared his throat.
Buffy sighed. She could not avoid him forever... She pasted a smile to her face and
blushed slightly when she saw his understanding expression. Again, why was he going out
with immature blushing Buffy?
"I didn't expect you here," she whispered, a mild scolding tone in her voice.
Because, really, what was he doing here when she wasn't looking her best?
He shrugged. "I thought you'd like me picking you up. In fact, you mentioned
something like that last night."
Buffy couldn't stop a smile from grazing her lips. Sometimes Angel was too cute, though
she'd never tell him that. She was going to clarify that she'd meant picking her up at the
door, like the typical boyfriend he wasn't, but she didn't. In many occasions he'd
mentioned the crazy idea that she deserved better and normal relationships. Buffy wasn't
about to bring that topic between them again. "Thankyou," she said instead,
walking towards him and kissing him lightly on the cheek.
Angel smiled and grabbed her chin carefully, directing her lips to his instead. Buffy was
more than happy to kiss him again. She had almost decided that breathing wasn't that
important when he released her. She tried to wipe the silly grin from her face, but it
refused to go. It even dared to widen when Angel smiled back at her.
"You ready to go?" he asked softly.
Buffy nodded. Yeah. Whatever. She wanted kisses.
He stood up.
Buffy blinked. Wait. Kisses!
Then she remembered. Going to the Bronze, the whole gang minus Giles and Miss Calendar.
Even though the latter had smiled evilly and whispered to the girls that she'd get her
librarian into the dancing floor soon enough. "I have a couple tricks," had been
the teacher's playful answer and she and Willow had blushed, trying frantically not to get
any picture into their heads.
Now Buffy looked at Angel, waiting for her at the window. "I have to go through the
door, mom's home."
He smiled, almost sheepishly. "I know, I'll wait for you outside?"
Buffy was going to nod when she remembered she had come to this room for the final touch
in tonight's outfit. She quickly searched on her vanity table, then on the floor and
finally kneeled to look under her bed. Confused, she looked at Angel. "Have you seen
my barrette? The green one?" She didn't need to say that it was the perfect one for
tonight's emerald skirt and black tank.
Angel shook his head.
She thought about it for a moment. Then her lips opened before setting in a scowl. She
huffed, pointed Angel to the window and mumbled that she'd be outside soon enough.
Angel looked at her curiously but complied anyway.
Once safely on the street, Angel could still hear his girlfriend pacing angrily through
her room, then her door slamming open.
"Daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaawn!"
Angel cringed, taking a small object out of his pocket. He smiled down at the small green
plastic barrette. It had always reminded him of the colour of her eyes...
He hid it again guiltily when Buffy breezed angrily out her front door.
Yes, that green was definitely the dark, dangerous colour her eyes sported when she was
furious. No way was he giving up his little secret.
Oh well, Angel thought, he'd just make it up to Dawn later...
The End
24/05/04
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