Chapter 2
This was, without a doubt the worse day of her entire life. Buffy sat on the porch and watched as the movers drug her belongings out of the house, in boxes her mom spent hours busying herself marking ‘Buffy’s’, just another way to avoid talking or even being in the same room with her father…
Buffy may have only been nine, but she wasn’t a dense little kid. She could tell for quite some time that her parents weren’t getting along anymore, even before daddy’s secretary came into the picture. The divorce didn’t bother her as much, she understood that they didn’t want to be together anymore, but the packing up and moving across the freaking country did.
A new house in a new town, with new people, and no Angel.
In the two years since their arrival, Buffy had made herself a bit of a fixture at the Giles’ house. She would do anything to be near Angel, and anything usually involved doing his chores and errands. Mr. Giles had come to love her as if she were his own, making time for the child as often as he could, and William, when he wasn’t in his ‘big plastic bubble’, do to all of his allergies, continued to be the only Giles who couldn’t stand her, and the feeling was completely mutual.
Buffy’s tiny little heart wrenched at the thought of never seeing Angel again, he was even more sweet and handsome than he had been two years ago…
God, was New York really necessary?! She and mom could move across town and be far enough away from dad and her new Auntie Cecilia.
The little girl sighed loudly, climbing to her feet, she had to see him one last time, tell him goodbye, and confess her undying love and devotion…
Maybe just tell him the goodbye part…
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“Angel…come on, stop it…” He growled in frustration, finally removing his lips from her neck.
This was really beginning to be a pain in the ass, every time he touched this girl she squirmed and told him to stop. As of today, he was looking for someone who’s more into the groping aspects of a relationship.
“What’s wrong, now?!” Angel groaned. “You do realize I lied when I said we were coming up here to study.”
She sighed loudly, pushing his roaming hand off of her thigh. “I know, but…”
“But what…” He said softly, slipping into his seductive voice, well as seductive a voice he could come up with. His lips quickly found their way back to her skin.
“But, what if your little girlfriend shows up.” She smirked, pushing him away again.
“Who, Buffy?! You mean, my pint-size stalker.” He rolled his eyes, scowling a bit as she laughed at him. “I only let her hang around because she’ll clean my room, but she’s moving today…New Jersey, New York…one of those places. She’s gone, no Buffy to interrupt, I promise.”
She giggled and relaxed a little more, letting Angel’s lips resume their business with her neck.
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Her hand was frozen in front of the door, curled into a fist, all ready to knock…but she had heard him. Clear as day, he really thought nothing of her, nothing more than a tiny pest who would clean for him, the jerk probably wished she were old enough to do his Algebra homework as well.
Buffy could feel the unmistakable lump spring up in her throat, always the signal that tears were on their way…
“What are you doing here?!” She scowled when heard his voice, she really didn’t want to cry in front of him, not gonna cry…not gonna cry…not gonna cry…
Buffy turned around slowly, sniffing back the tears, and crossed her arms in front of her chest, trying to look as mean as possible. “Saying goodbye. I’m leaving today.”
“Oh, right.” William said flippantly, pulling his inhaler out of his pocket. “Good, please forget to write.” He smirked, taking a much needed hit of the medicine. His breath always seemed shorter when that annoying girl was around…
Buffy sniffed even louder, not gonna cry…not gonna cry, and walked over to the ever sickly boy, a devilish grin breaking out on her face as she sneezed directly on him.
William cried out in disgust, frantically whipping at his face. “Argh! You’re disgusting! I’m going to be sick for a whole bloody week! Dad!”
She smiled at him as she turned to leave, listening to the big eleven-year-old call for his daddy like a baby made her feel much, much better.
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Buffy stared out of the window, not bothering to speak as her mommy backed the car out of the driveway. Her mom had put on the best smile she could, asking if the little girl wanted a Happy Meal before they officially hit the road. Buffy only shrugged and slumped down in her seat, painfully watching the Giles’ house fade out of view.