RATING: PG
DISCLAIMER: Me? I'm sweet & innocent, baby! Joss is the evil one, and I'm not Joss!
SUMMARY: I honestly can't believe that Buffy can't drive yet - I'm practically counting the days/weeks/months till I can get my learners! I'm fixing her un-driveyness. So's Angel *g*. But that's not all of the story...
DEDICATION: Kat C , Serena, Ryan, Kate..everyone who sends feedback..
NOTES: Fourth in the as-yet-untitled fluff series.
FEEDBACK: Suggestions? Comments? Chocolate? Send it my way! *s* (come on, there's 400+ on the list, send a few lines of feedback, guys!!)

-1-

"Brake, Buffy! Brakes!" Angel cried as Buffy narrowly avoided a cat on the roadside.

Buffy turned to him and whimpered. "Well...I'd be able to concentrate if you weren't *yelling* at me all the time!"

She parked as close as she could to the kerb and glared at her boyfriend. "Well? Come on! Admit it - you hate driving with me and sit there the whole time wishing *you* were in control."

Angel looked at her and sighed. "Buffy, you aren't listening to me. If you're sick of me getting panicky, we can get you lessons. Its just this car..."

"Is more precious to you than I am!" she pouted, crossing her arms and deliberately avoiding his gaze. "Isn't it?"

Great, Angel thought, there is nothing worse then having Buffy angry in LA - it usually meant flowers and gifts as an apology, which meant high credit card bills. "Buffy, look at me," he look straight into her eyes. "I'd rather have you then this car anyday, but if it gets wrecked, how am I meant to visit you in Sunnydale?"

She sat there, very still for a moment. In a flurry of movement, her hands were on the seatbelt, and she was clambering onto Angel's side, sitting in his lap. "You're driving. I can get lessons from someone else, in someone elses car."

Angel kissed her before getting out and walking around the the driver's side. "Who'll you learn from?"

Buffy shrugged. "I'll find someone. Or you'll pay someone!" Angel groaned, seeing the cost of his little suggestion skyrocketing.

-2-

Angel sat upstairs waiting for the pizza to arrive, as Buffy rushed about downstairs getting everything ready for their traditional Friday night dinner - takeaway, movies and ice-cream. Lots of icecream.

"Dammit, Angel, don't you keep any softdrink in this house? Coke? Pepsi? Anything?" She muttered, gazing into the fridge that could only be described as bare. Angel only bought what he needed, claiming that it was easier then keeping track of a million and one types of groceries.

She finally settled on soda water with lemon. Something Angel loved and Buffy found sour. Nothing could substitute sugar; it was like eating carob instead of chocolate - what's the point?

"Buffy? Do you have change down there?" Angel called from the level above. Buffy opened her backpack and pulled out a
20. With it firmly in hand, she ran upstairs.

Smiling flirtatiously, she handed the guy the money as Angel took their pizza and garlic bread. He shut the door firmly, and raised an eyebrow at Buffy.

"What?" she asked innocently, lifting the food from his hands and practically skipping down the stairs. She dished out the slices as Angel broke off chunks of the bread and poured their drinks.

"You were flirting with the pizza boy." Angel accused, biting into his food.

Buffy gave him an incredulous look. "I was not!"

"Were too!"

"Was. NOT!" she made a face at him. "I have to go back to Sunnydale first thing in the morning. Really early."

Angel sighed. "You just got here, Buffy."

"I know, I know," she moaned, "But Willow's having some going away party for Giles, and-"

"Giles is leaving?" Angel asked her.

Buffy nodded. "Going to England for a month's holiday with Olivia." She rolled her eyes. "I *really* don't want to know about what's going on there!"

Angel smiled and poured her another drink. "So anyway, Will organised a quiet bash for him. We have to buy him a present on the way home."

"We?" He repeated gingerly. "We as in you're taking me along?"

Buffy gave him a look and started clearing up. She turned around to grab a cloth from the sink.

"Buffy watch the-" there was a shattering sound. "Glass."

- - -

"So, what'll we get Giles?"

Angel sped up to pass a truck. "I don't know...a book?"

"Ha ha very funny," Buffy said dryly. "No, really. A potplant would die, and theres nothing else I can think of to get him."

They got out of the convertible and walked into the store. "How about a glass?" Angel muttered.

Buffy squeezed his hand. "You know I didn't *mean* to break it, honey." she said sweetly, "So stop going on and on about it!" She pranced into a shop and grabbed something off the shelf. It was a fluffy pink photoframe.

"Oh, very Giles, Buffy." he laughed. "How about this instead?" Angel held a carved mahogany box hinged with leather to keep letters in.

Buffy grinned. "Perfect!"

- - - -

"Maybe you'll be driving next time," Angel murmured as he broke the kiss so Buffy could breathe.

She smiled, winding her arms around his shoulders. "Maybe...I asked Oz to teach me."

Angel laughed a little. "How much are you paying him?"

"I'm not *that* bad at driving, Angel!"

"No," he said, "You're not. But you're much better at this." No more words were needed.

I've just been sending the fic out non-stop! I know the plot for this one is extremely shaky, but I needed to write! You'll notice the series now has a title *g*, "Shared Light". Feedback is FUN!! *g*

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