DISCLAIMER: I own Lithia and Mrs. Palmer. I don't own anything else. Or anyone for that matter.
TIMELINE: Future I guess.
SPOILERS: Uhhh 'What's My Line'
SYNOPSIS: Angel helps Buffy move.
DISTRIBUTION: How many people have my stories on their sites? Okay all who raised their hands, you can take this if you want it. And hey if you want my stories on your site... just take 'em, and e-mail me a link please.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: A fic from me! And I couldn't think of a good title for this story, hence the simple title.
FEEDBACK: Okay the last fic's feedback was really good, so thanks, and feedback would be very welcome for this story too.
RATING: G

Beep! Beep! Beep!

Buffy slammed the alarm clock's snooze button down. She pulled a bright yellow pillow over her head, wishing for more time to sleep. Quickly re-falling asleep, she forgot what today was.

Nine minutes later the alarm went off again. Buffy grumbled at the sound of alarms and opened a sleepy eye. The clock read six thirty nine. She turned the clock's beeping off and fell back into her bed. After 'resting her eyes' for a few moments, she got up.

Buffy glanced around the room. She pondered for a short while as to why her stuff was in boxes. And then it dawned on her. The small smile that was on her lips turned to a grin that spread from cheek to cheek.

She raced into the shower, not even bothering to turn on the shower radio that he had given her for her birthday. The shower took a record, for her anyway, five minutes. Dressing was easy, jeans and a comfy sweatshirt. The only clothes that were on the dresser. She put her hair up in a quick ponytail and barely applied her makeup. Her only accessories were the claddagh ring, her cross necklace, and the silver earrings she received from her mother as an engagement gift.

She walked down the hall and into the kitchen. Turning to her left she opened the fridge. Buffy took out the orange juice and bagels, the only food and drink left in her fridge. She sat down at her kitchen table, in the back of the kitchen. She brought a foot up to the chair, staring outside her window.

It was beautiful outside. The sky was bright blue with little clouds. The temperature was perfect. Not to hot, and yet not too cold. As Buffy was sipping her orange juice from a dixie cup, there came a knocking at the door. She jumped from her seat and almost tripped over a pair of sneakers by the door. Taking a quick moment to remember that some old sneakers were there, she opened the door.

"Hiya stranger," she told the man at the door.

"Hello, and how are you this fine morning?" he asked.

"I'm... perfect, and you?" she grinned.

"Excited," he admitted.

"Mmmm, me too."

She leaned over door way and kissed him. He received the kiss and wrapped his arms around her. She ran her hands through his hair, loving the silky touch. The kiss broke off when Buffy pulled away.

"Aren't you a little early?"

He looked into her green eyes and said, "I couldn't wait." She laughed, a sound of heaven to him, "Neither could I. I'm glad you came. I was bursting with excitement."

Angel stepping in the apartment. He took off his shoes, and put them next to the door. He kicked over a pair of Buffy's old sneakers, not wanting to trip. Jumping down the three steps to the living room of the home, he looked around.

"Eager?"

"Well, I figured the faster the better," her face became worried, "you don't mind do you?"

"Of course not. I agree. You ready to start?"

"Well I don't think my neighbor's would like all the noise," she looked up at the ceiling.

Buffy's neighbor, Mrs. Palmer, didn't like a lot of noise. Especially from downstairs. She would pound on the floor to get Buffy and her friends quiet. And everytime Mrs. Palmer complained, Buffy's landlord came to see her about the noise level.

"Just think of them as ex-neighbors," Angel smiled.

"Oh, but I am going to miss Lithia. She was so nice to us. In fact last night she came over to help me box stuff," Buffy took that minute to think about her very nice, very friendly neighbor. She was in her mid-forties, and took Buffy under her wing when she first came to the apartments.

"Me too, but can we at least finish with the rest of the stuff?"

"Sure, oh and are we going to keep the TV?" Buffy asked, pointing to her television. Everything else that Buffy and Angel weren't going to bring into the new apartment, was either given away or sold. All except the TV.

"Nah, how about we put my TV in the bedroom?" Angel offered.

"Sounds good."

Angel and Buffy walked into the bedroom to grab the boxes that were stacked in the corner and it the middle of the room. For two weeks Buffy, Angel, Lithia, and the whole Scooby Gang had been cleaning and getting rid of Buffy's apartment. Eventually it had all been cleared out in some way and boxed.

Angel picked up a box from the corner of the room labeled 'decorations'.

"Mr. Gordo is somewhere in here I hope?" he questioned.

"Of course," Buffy replied as she picked up a box of clothes.

Angel brought a radio from their future home, and turned it on. Buffy fiddled with the dial and could only find the oldies station. Everything else had so much static.

"Nice radio," she commented.

"Uh huh," he put the box down in the living room.

Buffy turned to go to the bedroom to pick up another box. She decided on another clothes box. Angel wasn't looking at the labels and just picked up a box and suddenly dropped it.

"Hey!" Buffy said from the doorway.

"Hey?! No, I believe I should say hey to you. What the heck in in this anyway?" Angel asked, looking for a label of some sort.

"Shoes," Buffy answered matter-of-factly.

"How many shoes?"

"Not *too* many."

"How many?"

"Okay, okay, a lot, but you are a big strong manly man..." she trailed off in her sentence. Buffy's gaze fixed on the muscles in Angel's arms. She was on a border point of drooling when Angel said something to her.

"Hmmm, what?"

"I guess I'll do it, I said," Angel smiled.

He pulled up his sleeves of his shirt and picked up the heavy box. Buffy once again noticed his muscles. She groaned.

"Stop, please," she begged.

Angel smiled, "You want me to stop?" he asked.

"Yes. I mean no. I mean... yeah, no! Uhhhhh," she looked at him again.

"Fine, I'll stop," and with that he dropped the box. "You can take the box."

Buffy glared at him, "Oh, you big... meany! Please take it for me? Pretty please?" Buffy used her puppy dog eyes to try to get him to take the box.

She knew that she could take that box, easily, but that wasn't the point. The point was, she needed to know who wears the pants in this soon-to-be family. And right now she was thinking it should be her.

"Fine," Angel grumbled and lifted the box.

As he passed Buffy she said, "Put that box down for a second."

He did as he was told. Buffy went on her tip toes and kissed him. The kiss grew and became passion filled. Buffy's arm wrapped around Angel's neck. Angel lifted her up to him, and stumbled in the process. He tripped over the box, and landed on his back, on the floor. Buffy was on top of him, nose to nose.

"Can I ask a question?"

"Sure, love."

"Why are we always put in these situations?"

"What situations?"

"Me on top of you," she explained.

"I don't know, fate wants us together?"

Buffy thought for a moment, "No, not really, they really didn't want us together."

"Huh."

"Well, boxes to move, trucks to load. When is the truck coming any way?" Buffy picked up the 'shoes' box

Angel took it from her, "In about an hour. Come on, let's grab these boxes."

Together they took the rest of the boxes into the living room. After they finished with the bedroom, they moved into the kitchen. The kitchen utensils were in a big box. So it didn't take long to put in the living room. The truck came, and Buffy and Angel loaded the boxes. Buffy came back to take a last look at her apartment. Of course she would be going back to do little odds and ends things, but this was pretty much it. She took a last look at the place, and turned to walk out.

"Come on Buffy," Angel stood at the door.

She turned around. And tripped on the pair of sneakers.

Sorry for the short ending...

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