DISTRIBUTION: if you want to distribute this I would be inclined to think you have serious mental problems :)
DISCLAIMER: Joss Whedon, Fox, and the WB own the characters..I just play here.

This is the sequel to Stupid Is As Stupid Does.
The response was so great I thought a sequel was necessary...ok, not really. BUT there was a new development that I thought should be documented.
By the way...that poem is meant to be bad...I swear I don't actually write that badly (great endorsement for my writing right :)
Anyway...the point of the story is at the bottom if you want to skip the drivel.

Angel hovered behind Willow, leaning next to her, to enable himself to read the screen. Willow looked at him uncomfortably, trying to figure out how to phrase her thoughts in a way that would not lead to being eaten.

"Um," She started eloquently. "Angel you're kind of crowding me." His eyes continued to travel back and forth as he read the words on the sceen. "Angel?" she said, trying to get his attention. With a sigh she closed the window. Angel turned to glare at her as the webpage disappeared.

"I was reading that," he snapped.

"Oh,' said Willow hesitantly. Afraid that she had angered him. 'But it's MY computer,' she blurted before she could stop herself. His eyes narrowed, but he had to conceed the point. "Why don't you get your own?" she asked petulantly.

"I have one," Angel said. "But mine is so much slower than yours," Angel complained. Willow felt a stab of pity. The poor guy only had a 28.8 modem. Relenting, she motioned for Angel to pull up a chair so he wouldn't hover so close.

"You can read with me," she said graciously. "But first I have to read my mail."

"Ok," Angel agreed, glad to have the compromise.

Willow's hands moved the mouse deftly as she quickly read the various e-mails that waited in her box.

"Hey look at this one," she said.

"Who's it from?" Angel asked.

"It's from Rebecca..." Angel sniffed depreciatingly at the utterance of the name. "It's about her stories and Anya's page...remember how they weren't on Anya's page before?"

"Of course I remember," Angel snapped. "I was there."

"Oh that's right," Willow said, turning her head quickly away from the sight of Angel's ire. "Well anyway...she's all excited because Anya has already got the stories up on her page."

"Anya is quick," Angel agreed.

"Hmmm, and then the rest of the e-mail is just her raving on and on about how cool Anya is and how much she rocks...God, that girl can ramble."

"Well," Angel said. "I'm very happy for Rebecca," his tone bespoke anything but happiness.

"You're still mad about that stupid story?" Willow asked.

"Of course I'm not. I'm 241 years old. I think I know how to control my anger. I think I know when to let things lie. I think I know when a situation is not WORTH my anger.." His voice steadily rose, until he was almost shouting.

"Hello, Mr. Anger Control.." Willow interrupted. "I'm not supposed to have boys in here remember. So screaming at the top of your lungs to wake my parents is a definite *no, no.*"

"Sorry," Angel said, trying to calm down. "So is that the end of the letter?"

"No, she sent a poem about Anya too..." the hacker said cautiously. Then she read it out loud.

" A is for the awesomeness of Anya
N is for the nifty things she does
Y is for the year of great fanfic
A is for the Anya that we loves "

Willow hesitated, not sure whether to laugh or throw things at the computer screen. She cleared her throat nervously.

"Well poetry never was Rebecca's forte," she said, glancing over at Angel. He looked at her and began to laugh. She couldn't help but join in. "At least she only sent that piece of awfulness to me and not the list," Willow said through her laughter.

"Are you going to give her any feedback on it?" Angel asked, with a grin. Willow shook her head vigorously.

"No way...we are going to pretend we never saw this. It was never written, we never read it.." She looked at Angel sternly. "We never metion this again." He nodded solemnly, then turned to read the poem one more time before Willow deleted it.

"It'll be our little secret," he told her, before bursting into muffled peals of laughter once more.

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Ok..here's the point. My two nominated stories are now up on Anya's page....so I want to say THANKS BUNCHES to her for responding so quickly...