Disclaimer: I own Mr. Jenkins, his sister, Alice, and this story idea. Joss can have the rest.
Rated: G (Humerous)
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Part Seven
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Day 7
Angel tossed and turned in his bed, glancing at the clock. 1: 07 PM on Sunday, and he couldn't sleep. During the previous night's mall trip, Buffy had convinced Angel to not only buy a table, but a new lamp, television set, stereo, refrigerator (she said his was outdated, and that's why his blood was always spoiled), microwave (for heating up his blood, a satisfied vampire was a happy vampire, she had put it), 2 paintings, a marble statue, a new brand of shampoo, a new silk shirt, tube socks, and a recliner. He was sure his American Express was maxed out.
After they had gotten everything in his apartment, Buffy had helped him set everything up. They had to make another trip to get rid of the old refrigerator, but decided to keep his old recliner so they could both relax in one. The TV had proven to be a challenge to set up, but Buffy handled it. He also learned that she knew more curse words than he did at her age. That had been comforting.
Shoving his silk sheets aside, he sat up and pulled on his pants. Sleep was impossible. He strolled to his new refrigerator and yanked on the door handle. It required more force than the last one, but Buffy had assured him it was to keep everything fresher. After shoving aside pop cans, water bottles, chip dip, an apple, string cheese and various other snacks Buffy had stored in there, he found a packet of blood. He tore open the package and poured it into a mug. Setting it into the microwave, he let it heat for 1 minute. He took it out and sipped slowly. Buffy was right, it was more fresh and much more bearable warm.
Finishing it off, he set the mug on the counter and headed to his new recliner. It was black, and he had to admit, very comfortable.
Angel grabbed the remote and turned on the TV. It was on channel 9. After a commercial on denture cleanser, some show started. An interesting theme music started, as the announcer said it was a 17 hour marathon. He watched for a few minutes, and liked what he saw. It was strange, but very comforting for some reason. He smiled at the different plots and settled back to watch the marathon. Wow, those people could stretch! And all the moaning they were making, wow! He better not let Buffy catch him watching this...
Hours Later
Buffy knocked on the door to Angel's apartment. No answer. "Angel?" she called. She tried the know and found it unlocked. She was getting worried, until she saw him in the recliner, eyes glued to the TV. Several empty packets of blood littered the floor surrounding him.
"There you are, why didn't you answer the door?" she asked, stepping in front of the TV.
His head turned to glance at her briefly, then tried to see around her slim figure to the screen. "Busy," he answered, forgetting that what he was watching would totally make her flip!
Buffy furrowed her brow. "Busy watching TV?"
Angel nodded, still looking towards the screen. "Marathon," he replied, pushing her gently out of the way.
Whatever he was watching, it must be good, Buffy thought. She turned to look at the television. Her jaw dropped open.
Her scream of pain, sorrow, anguish, and disbelief was heard for miles.
Angel looked startled. Buffy reached over and turned off the TV. "Angel!! How could you, don't you love me anymore?" She cried.
Angel frowned. "I..."
"How could you?! I can't believe you!!!! To just...just... degrade yourself like that??!!? Don't I mean ANYTHING to you?!?" she yelled, devastated. How could he watch something so disgusting, so vile, so horrible??
"Buffy, I..."
She cut him off again. "Angel, that channel is forbidden in my house, in all of my friends' houses, it's horrible! It should be a crime to watch THAT! For God's sakes Angel, are you really that needy? You need it, so you have to sit here and watch THEM?"
Angel cut in, "I'm sorry, Buffy! I have needs, you know! I..I... don't know what all to say. But I do love you, really!"
Buffy sniffed. "Then promise me you won't watch that. That channel should be blocked, scrambled, whatever."
Angel nodded. "It will be, I promise. God, Buffy, I should have turned it off. Your eyes weren't meant to see that stuff, not at your age. What all did you see?"
Buffy sniffed again. "It was...different. I mean, the ball, all that stretching, and mumbling. And the steam."
Angel looked grim. He took her into his arms. "I'm so sorry, baby, please forgive me?"
Buffy nodded. "Uhuh, just as long as it doesn't happen again."
Angel stroked her hair. "I promise, I will never, ever, EVER watch Teletubbies ever again!"
Buffy smiled. "Good, they just, you know, they freak me out, Angel. It's just not right. And you KNOW the purple one is GAY! I mean, he carries a purse! Why the hell did they name him Tinkie-Winkie??"
"I dunno, baby, I just don't know."
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