“Oh. My. God.” Buffy couldn’t believe the sight before her. Angel was in bed with Darla. The buttons of his navy blue shirt were opened with Darla’s fingers on his bare chest. His hand was wrapped around her shoulder, while his hair was all messed up as if they were in an intense make out session. The strap of her dress was off her shoulders and you could see part of her breasts. They both woke up. Darla noticed Buffy and gave her a huge grin.
“I just can’t believe this,” she said laughing and then started crying.
“I never expected that you’d pick Darla. I guess congratulations are in order.”
“Buffy, it’s not what you think. Nothing happened between us,” Angel said making his way over to her.
“Oh, please. She’s practically half naked.” Angel looked over at Darla and noticed how rumpled her clothing was. He couldn’t believe what great lengths Darla went through to get him.
“I can’t believe you, Darla. You know that we didn’t do anything.”
“Oh, come on Angel. When we were dancing you were in the mood for some more,” she said leaning in and rubbing her body over him.
“Get off me, Darla. I never wanted you in that way.”
“Oh, please. You and little-miss-I-got-raped-by-Parker sure doesn’t want you anymore. If I remember clearly, she said that you reminded her of Parker. Isn’t that right, Buffy?”
“I can’t believe you! You were eaves dropping on our private conversation.”
“What can I say? If you hadn’t come into the room, I would have had Angel in more ways than one. We would have made love and come morning, he would have been naked with me under the sheets.” Buffy just couldn’t believe Darla. The alcohol was wearing off a bit. She made her way towards Darla and slapped her across the face. Darla placed her hand in her red cheek.
“How dare you say that to me. Angel would never touch you. He would never date a bitch like you. He’s too much of a nice guy for you. Now get out!”
“Angel, you’re going to let her talk to me like this! She’s not even your girlfriend.”
“Darla, just leave.” She huffed and stormed out the door. Buffy turned back and looked at Angel. She didn’t know if there was anything else to say to him. So she started walking out the door, but Angel called out to her.
“Buffy.” She turned and looked at him.
“Angel.”
“Buffy, I just wanted to…”
“Don’t worry about it Angel. You still maybe be mad at me. I don’t blame you. I just wanted to tell you that I miss you.” She then turns the knob on the door and walked out.
~*~*~*~*~*
Angel just stared at the door. He just let her walked out the door for a second time. ‘Am I that stupid? You love her, so go after her you idiot.’ Angel quickly opened the door and found Buffy on the carpeted floor in the hallway. She sort of decided that after a while the talking and all the alcohol that consumed her that she was tired. He picked her up and she started fidgeting in his arms.
“Let me down, Angel. I’m a big girl Angel. I can walk.” He settled her down on her two legs and just when she started walking, she lost balance.
“There, I got you,” he said holding her firmly by the waist. He led her inside and they went straight to his bathroom. He placed her on the toilet seat and went over to get a washcloth. As he kneeled down before her he was cooling her face off, Buffy was staring at Angel intently. She didn’t want this moment to end.
“Why are you being so nice to me? I mean after all the mean stuff that I said to you.”
“That’s simple to answer. I love you. You’re my girl.” Those words just brought tears to Buffy’s eyes.
“Oh, Angel. I’m so sorry. I should have never said those awful things to you. I don’t know what came over me.” He took her in his arms.
