"See, I told you this wouldn't be so bad." Buffy told Angel as they put the finishing touches on his costume.
After hours and hours of searching and complaining he'd finily found one he was will to wear: Gothic Surfer.
"You get to wear black and show your apretiation for the sun." Willow giggled.
"Just don't expect me to wear this ever again. Ever!"
"Duh, you think we'd let you go out in the same costume two years in a row?" said Cordelia.
Angel shook his head, "Can I change now?"
"Come on you look so cute!"
"Alright if you ever use that word to describe me again I might just have to reconsider the whole going back to the way things were."
"Change away!"
Angel left the room and ran to the bathroom as fast as he could so to many people wouldn't see him.
Ring-ring
When Buffy and Willow didn't run to answer, Cordelia asked "Aren't you going to answer that?"
"No, this is about the time Riley calls," Willow told her, "Let the machine put up with him."
"Hi this is Buffy and Willow, leave a message if you wan to here from us." Beep: Dial tone
"Huh, guess it wasn't Riley."
"Hey guys," said Angel as he came in, "This was on the door." He held up an envolope, "It's for you Buffy."
She opened it and stared at the piece of paper with a blank look on her face.
"Buffy?" asked Cordelia snapping in front of her face, "Space cadet, Helloooooo?"
"Hmmm? Oh sorry."
"Who's it from?"
"Doesn't have a name."
"Oooooooo Buffy's got a secret admirer. Looks like Angel has competition."
Angel gave her a look that screamed just-because-I'm-human-doesn't-mean-I-won't-hurt-you-if-you-don't-shut-up.
"Well he isn't so secret."
"What do ya mean Buff?" asked Willow.
"It's from Riley."
"How do you know? Ithought you said it didn't have a name."
"Well I kinda got it from the note."
After a few minutes of silence Cordelia had enough, "Ok if we have to ask you what it says then you really fell off the wagon Buff."
"I was never on the wagon!"
"You're a alcoholic?"
"Cordy you are so far across the line it's not even a dot to you anymore!"
"Just read the damn letter Buffy."
"I'm going to make you pay for not loving me. There you happy?"
"No not really."
"What do we do?" Willow asked in a scared voice.
"Willow it's Riley. The Iowa born Farm Boy? Captain Cardboard? Spike calls him that for a reason you know."
"Well what is it?"
"It's what his brain is made out of. The only thing Spike and I ever will agree on."
"Buffy I think you should take this more seriously," said Angel, "If it's one thing I know it's that stalkers shouldn't be underestimated."
"Angel I re.." she saw the look of worry on his face and gave in, "Ok, I'll be careful. But it's not like I need to."
"Why not?"
"Hello, me vampire slayer, he phcology student teacher. I think we can all figure out what the outcome of a confrentation would be."
"Yeah," smirked Cordy, "You standing over an Iowa idiot who's crying because he got beat up by a girl. And you too Buff."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"What you think Spike would let you beat him up without him?"
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