Mark flicked a strand of Cordelia's hair away from her cheek, brushing her soft skin with his
fingernails. She giggled at the tickling sensation and batted at him with her hand.
"Quit the cuteness," she squealed, excitedly. "And commence with the touchy-feely stuff." Mark
shrugged. He loved being out on Lover's Lane in Cordelia's car, and if she wanted to play easy
to get, so be it. Slipping a hand behind her neck, he pulled her close and pressed his lips roughly
against hers. Pursing his mouth a little, he let his tongue through. Cordelia shrieked as he stroked
her lips with it.
"What?! What is it?" he asked, worriedly.
"You're smudging my lipstick!" she wailed, clawing desperately at the rear view mirror.
Checking her reflection she moaned sadly. "What if we meet someone important on the way
back?!" Mark growled angrily, as he grabbed the mirror, twisting it away from Cordelia.
"Is that really all you care about?"
"Well, my hair features pretty highly too," Cordelia replied, not understanding his full meaning.
Mark reached angrily for the handle on his door, and pulled it open. "Wait! Where are you
going?" cried Cordelia. Mark ignored her, sliding out of his seat and slamming the door behind
himself. "Great," Cordelia muttered as she watched her now ex-boyfriend marching away into
the woods. Closing her eyes, she slumped back in her seat, allowing it to slowly glide into a
lowered position. Why couldn't guys understand how important looking good was?!
Cordelia sprang up suddenly. Someone had just tapped on the window.
"Mark?" she pondered, hopefully. Pushing the door quickly open, she leant out and peered up
into the face of Angel.
"Hi," he said nervously. Cordelia looked him up and down and beamed brightly. In an instant,
Mark was forgotten.
"Hell-ooo!" she murmured, hitching her skirt and tidying her hair. "I'm Cordelia...and trust me;
my lipstick never looks this bad." Angel nodded hurriedly, hoping to get a word in. "I've seen
you around. At the Bronze," Cordelia continued, giggling excitedly. "You know Buffy, don't ya?"
Angel sighed with relief.
"You know Buffy?" he asked.
"Sure I do. We're just so-o-o-o close, y'know? Totally best friends! If I weren't attracted to
guys, I'd be sucking face with her right now..." Cordelia murmured, not noticing what she was
saying.
Angel bent down, and reappeared with Buffy cradled gently in his strong arms.
"I believe you can help me then," he said.
"With the kissing thing?!" Cordelia shrieked. "Oh no-no-no-no-no! I'm as straight as a tree! One
that's...not bendy."
"We need a ride."
"*She* can't come in here! Her eyebrows are too bushy!" Lunging forwards, Angel smirked at
Cordelia as he placed Buffy into the passenger seat. Closing the door behind her, he opened a
back one, and slipped inside. Xander suddenly dived in from nowhere, followed by a tumbling
Willow. Cordelia screamed.
"NO! NO! Not Weird Boy and Geek Girl!"
"Just drive," Xander yelled. "Now!"
