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Author: WayWard Childe
Creative Executive: Squirly
Edited by: Squirly and WayWard Childe
‘ ’ = Thoughts
“ ”= Talking
Angel groaned as he sleepily opened his eyes. Last night he and Gunn had a run in with a pack of Gooreck demons and to top it off Giles is sending Willow to the hotel to drop off a book. Which normally wouldn’t bother Angel, but Willow insisted on bringing Spike.
Angel ran his hands over his face in exasperation. ‘Just because those two got mated, doesn’t mean I want to see that bleach moron any more then I have to.’ He thought.
Angel sighed and flung off his covers. He slowly and groggily got out of his and went to put on his button up midnight blue silk shirt. ‘It’s blue, Cordelia! Not black.’ Angel rambled in his mind.
‘Man, my head feels heavy today. Must of been hit harder then I thought’ Angel continued putting on his clothes.
Angel took an unneeded calming breath, something he always does when he knows he’ll be talking to Spike, and then walked out of his bedroom.
Angel was walking down the hall, smoothing out the various wrinkles on his shirt. All the while his face was an emotionless mask.
Angel began to descend the stairs. He saw Willow down there chatting with Fred, while Wesley and Gunn were cleaning weapons. Cordelia was mindlessly flipping through a fashion magazine.
“Hello Willow.” Angel said calm as ever, a slight smile on his face.
Willow looked up happiness first on face but it soon turned to surprise. “Oh goodness…” She then covered her mouth with her hand, as if to stop herself from giggling.
“What?” Angel finally asked as he reached the bottom of the stairs, confusion marring his caveman like brow. All of his friends were looking at him now laughing. All except for Willow, Fred, and Wesley who were trying to conceal their amusement.
Angel now a bit more annoyed then confused. “What!” He growled.
Suddenly a loud ripping noise echoed through lobby and Angel suddenly felt a weight lifted from his head.
“Bloody hell, peaches!” A cockney accent yelled from behind Angel.
Angel turned around to see Spike holding a pillow with an Angel-shaped imprint on it.
Spike looked Angel square in the eye. “How much gel do you use?!”
-Fin
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