Hi people! I'm back!
First, I wanted to say THANK YOU VERY MUCH to the ones who asked for this sequel (at Land of Denial and at Ducks' Bubble), reading your e- mails have been the only thing which had maintained me writing this one. Luckily, I've had the time between finals to end this (It had been in my computer for some weeks).
To the ones which, hopefully, are also interested in Complex Cycles I'll have to say that I'M SORRY. To add the ending touches to the fourth chapter is one of my current priorities but having a good mark in History is also one. History has the preference for this week.
I hope you'll enjoy this sequel...
DISCLAIMER: My best friend belongs to his girlfriend... *hopeless sigh*... Oh! And the characters of the story don't belong to me, either.
DISTRIBUTION: If you have the first two parts feel free to take this one. If you don't and want it... Just e-mail me where it is going.
SUMMARY: Wishful thinking for me, B/A-ness for you. Heavy AU.
TIMELINE: Hopefully some months into *my* future. Seriously? One day after 'Tonight'.
FEEDBACK: You like this, you e-mail me. You hate this, you e-mail me. You don't even read this, you e-mail me to explain why you didn't!!

Today I wanna play.
So come here. Let's have some fun.
Are you scared? Worried maybe?
I promise I'll be a good girl.
Have I ever lied to you?

You know well who I am:
Your little friend, the nicest one.
Now you'll only have to guess
why am I here, looking for fun.

Don't be so shy, I know you aren't
Don't say a word; it has no use.
I wanna kiss you, have fun together
I wanna play and be with you.

-ME-

They are evil, I'm telling you. They are laying on my bed looking sooo innocent, all the while waiting for a decision they *know* I can't make. I eye them carefully, considering each one's advantages and disadvantages. And so there I go again...

Green or dark blue?

Do I want IT to match my eyes or my shirt? Eyes or Shirt. Green or Dark blue. Would *you* be able to decide?

Oh my God! Look at the clock! It's already 6:30... Ohmygod! I'm gonna be SO late. He'll kill me. I know it. He'll see me at the door with my T-shirt, my make-up half-done and he'll go and won't come back... and the worst thing is that I still don't know if it should be green or dark blue...

Aghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

I'm just choosing a skirt, you know? Just a simple skirt for my date. Something I've done countless times since I was sixteen... How comes I cannot decide now?!

Green or dark blue? green or dark blue, green or... hey! What do we have here? I didn't know I had this black one.... Uhm.... Oh yeah! I remember now... I was planning to give it to Dawn. It's way too short for me now... *evil grin* It's Perfect.

Let's see what he says when he sees me in this... or how long it lasts until he *can* say it...

Don't stare at me like that! As if you wouldn't do the same thing if you were in my shoes!

And speaking about shoes... Ha! here they are.

Now only to put on the sleeveless shirt he likes so much - he gave it to me last Christmas with a smile and a express order *not* to wear it when in a date... Well, well, let's see *why* he didn't want any guy to see me in it....- and the matching shoes and what shall I do with my hair tonight?

This used to be easy. Go out with Angel, I mean. I didn't need to dress up because, well, do you dress up when you go out with your best friend? Just a pair of jeans, some T-shirt and if I wanted to attract some male's attention I had to refuse Angel's invitation because no guy liked the third degree *my* Angel gave them. Overprotective till the bones, let's see how much he'll 'protect' me now...

However, as I was saying, this was supposed to be easy. Now it is not. It's my first date with Angel. Yes, a date. As in going to a fine restaurant with his arms around my waist and eyeing hostily at every girl who dares to look at my Angel. Well, what if the part of the fine restaurant and his arms are old routine? I know I'll love putting every little hussy in her rightful place: Way out of *his* way.

Yeah, ok, I admit it. I *am* possessive. But just a little bit, I assure you. It's not as if you could blame me, I mean, I've seen *my* Angel with dozens other girls while I was in love with him. Even more if you count the ones from before I set my eyes on him. And I *know* that tonight there'll be more than a lonely girl looking for *his* company... It's only natural to be possessive in this case.

Now, where did I put that leather jacket? Yeah, yeah, I already know that leather jacket and fine restaurant don't go together. But this jacket is special. He gave it to me years ago, just after we met each other, a lot of time before he became the Casanova he was until now. Yeah. Until now. I'm not planning to let him go, you know?. Of course you know. After hearing all I've told about my relationship with Angel, it is pretty obvious. Isn't it?

What? You don't know everything? you still wanna know what happened after those kisses at the party last night? Sorry, guys, but it is private... NO! Not *that* private! Jeez, get your mind out of the gutter, will you? I mean, Angel is a perfect gentleman. Yeah, I'm disappointed too. Nevertheless, I also think it's for the best. We cannot just jump into bed, it would be too strange... We have been *best friends* for years, it's not that easy to have all the rules changed overnight and now have him as my boyfriend... even if I *have* been thinking of this for a LONG time.

However, where did I put that damned jacket? Oh yes. Now I know where is it.

"Daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaawwwwwwn!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Oops, forgot she is at a friend's.

I'm gonna kill that girl. I'm really going to. Isn't it enough to her to have free access to all my cosmetics? Of course it isn't! Damn that little monster! You would think that after the lecture Mum gave her last week she would stop grabbing my things!

Ha! Just as I thought. Here is it. hanging in her wardrobe as if it were *hers*. Doesn't that girl have any decency left? I'm gonna have a LONG talk with her when she comes home from her sleepover.

Damn it! It's already 6:47. Angel is coming at seven. Knowing him, he will be at my door five minutes earlier. And my hair is still wet!

Ok, ok, don't panic. It's just a little date. Even if you are not ready on time he will understand and come to your room and help you with your hairdo. No! That's what he does when I am in date with another! When did things become so complicated?

And what if he had booked us a place? I remember him ranting about a girl who made him lose his reservations. Let me tell you that he wasn't very nice to her. Damn, he was all angry and upset! He even broke up with her the next morning! I'm SO gonna kill Dawn for making me lose precious time...

Ok. My hair isn't so wet anymore and I still have some minutes left.

DING-DONG.

Or maybe not.

Breathe deep. Count to ten. Damn it, calm yourself, Buffy Summers! This is only a freaking date!

Ok. I'm calmed now. And I have the poor man waiting at my door for a whole minute. Let's keep him waiting a little more. It's not my fault if he decided to come MUCH sooner than accorded, is it? Let's see... Hot attire? Check. Make-up? Check. A good dose of perfume? Check. Latest hairdo...? Uhh. I'm sorry but plain half-wet, half-loosened style will have to do.

I open the door and there is sweet, sweet Angel smiling at me.

I take a good look at him.

Yup, there he is with his gentle brown eyes, his lopsided smile, and...

Aghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

I cannot believe that the damn BASTARD has the galls to *smile* at me! I mean... Look at him! Old jeans, time-worn T-shirt... I wouldn't be surprised if he had put on his old sneakers... No. He hasn't. But still...

I smile. Yes, this is me smiling broadly and accepting the beautiful rose he brought for me.

This is the first date and I should have been prepared. this is Angel after all. and if the guy needed MONTHS to realise that I was interested in him I guess I can use some days to teach him that rules *have changed* and that he cannot come to a DATE with me dressed as if he was just going out with his best friend...

Now, considering his clothes I guess that the idea of a fine restaurant is totally out now. He won't bring me to a McDonalds, will he?

Famous last words...

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*2 hours later*

Is murder always a crime?

Go away, little hussy dressed as a waitress!

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*10 minutes later*

I'll kill him.

Yes. I'll put my hands round that adorable neck of his and I'll squeeze. Hard.

He is smiling back. You wouldn't if you knew *why* I am smiling, my dear.

Curious about my murderous intentions, people?

Well, let's say that you have been after a guy for some months. Then let's just suppose that the most exciting night of your life was when he finally recognised his feelings for you and *finally* kissed you and invited you to a date. A real date!. You. Him. Candles and romance. Just the basics. And then... *sigh*... then let's just say that your precious Prince Charming brings you to a FAST FOOD restaurant and didn't even glance twice at your painfully chosen attire.

Ready to kill your soon-to-be ex-*everything*?

I already am.

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*1 hour later*

I'm bored.

I never thought I could even feel this in Angel's company but now I'm proving myself wrong.

Oh God! What happened here! This was supposed to be the best night of my life. Angel and I. I and Angel. That had possibilities... and none of them included sitting in his car - well, some of them included his car but definitely *no* sitting- and waiting for something to happen.

He says he wants to surprise me. "You already did, Angel," I answer. < And I'm still ready to kill you for It. > Of course, he doesn't even guess that last part of my thoughts.

Oblivious as always, aren't we?

Well, we are on the road now. And we have already passed all the known make-out-in-your-own-car places... Sigh. Maybe he has discovered a new one? Don't let your hopes up, Buffy, especially when he hasn't even one looked at this shirt. Is something wrong with me? Maybe it's bad breath... No, it isn't. I used the wrong cologne? But he had never cared about that! Or maybe... No. And if... No, no, no. He *is* interested and that's all. He would not kiss me in front of half Sunnydale just to tell me the next day that he doesn't want anything to do with me. Would he?

Oh shit! Why doesn't he just stop the car and kiss the lights out of me? Maybe that way I would forget all my doubts and the way he was staring down the waitress' cleavage. no, I' not exaggerating. He *did* stare. It's not as if I had never seen him doing that... I remember a time when... but you are not interested in old stories between us, are you? Ok, ok, I'll tell you, just don't use that choker...

Remember me telling you about Angel's football trainings? Remember me saying that he -and all girls at school- did gain a lot from them? Such a nice view... *sigh* and now that I have him all to myself he won't look at me twice.

Damn!

But back to the story, he always went to those trainings and forgot completely that school also consisted of other things, namely courses such as Maths or Biology... So there we were, the very last day before Biology's final and he knew nothing about plant cells. Of course, I, dutiful and nice best friend, had offered to teach him. We were at my home. My home can get pretty hot in summer, I'm telling you. So I was wearing one of my favourite shirts, one of the kind you would defend against your father saying that it is not *your* fault if the hemline is so low. And it *was* low, but it was a hot summer and I had the right to use a short shirt. It is not my fault if summers are hot, is it? I remember sitting right next to him because the boy hadn't brought his own book. Not my fault again... So there I was explaining about photosynthesis and mitochondrias when I noticed it. Yeah, I actually saw him not looking at his book but at me, and not at my face either... let's just say that his gaze was a little bit lower... I think I turned purple then. I know he did too. So there we were, staring at each other with a telling blush on our faces when I turned and continued explaining how the sun was fundamental in a plant's life and he pointed out a mistake in the picture we had been studying.

We never mentioned that lapse anymore. However, I remember thinking that it must had been just an illusion. Because this was Angel, wasn't it? And he was my best friend, wasn't he? And male best friends aren't supposed to stare down their very female best friend shirt, are they? Are They!? Whoever thinks they aren't, is wrong. But then female best friends aren't supposed to gawk at their very male best friends when they are practising shirtless in the park... Guilty as sin, that I am. Can you really blame me? Innocent little me was just going for a walk when I saw him, let's insert a BIG 'yummy' here... What could I do? I'm only a girl after all!

Which brings me to the fact that I'm a girl, he's a boy, and we are both in a very comfortable auto. And he still hasn't told me where he is bringing me.

He still hasn't kissed me, either.

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*2 hours later*

Oh my God!

I can't believe he did it!! But he did! He did it! Oh my god!!!

Curious?

Well, I left you in the middle of our car drive through nothingness. Right five minutes later Angel stopped the car and told me to step out. He parked his precious treasure in some corner between the woods and the grabbed my hands and asked if I trusted him. Of course, at the time I was more preoccupied with the fact that I was using high heels while in a forest full with fallen leaves and that I would probably fall down before I had time to answer.

"Yes." What more was to say? Some cheesy discourse of how much I've trusted him for the last six years? And to risk falling in a heap while I'm saying it? No sir. By the way, have I mentioned how much I wanted to burn those shoes once I was at home?

So he told me to close my eyes and then I felt a cloth against my face. He had blindfolded me! Sudden visions of heartfully prepared picnics with a beautiful view of the sundown flooded my mind. I shook my head at the image. What a cliché!

He led me between trees and bushes all the while muttering about impractical shoes and finally carrying me in his arms. Have I ever said how much I love him?

Then, short minutes afterwards, he put me on my feet and carefully took the blindfold out of my face. I had to gasp at the sight in front of me. It was a heartfully prepared picnics with a beautiful view of the sundown...

Isn't it funny how it sounds different when you still haven't seen it? And it was.

My first question was how he had found this place. It was just SO perfect. He didn't answer and just embraced me. Ok, so I wasn't the first one he had brought here, I guess I can understand that... My second question was to ask *who* had prepared the food. I love Angel, I really do, but the kitchen has been *my* domain in our relationship and I wouldn't trust him with more than jelly sandwiches... he just chuckled and told me his mum had done it.

Thank God. But... If his mother had done this then...

"So, your mum knows we... I mean you and I... I mean... damn!" I hate this stuttering when I'm nervous.

"Yeah, she knows about us."

I avoid the 'us'-part - no need for me to melt right now - and concentrated on the 'she'. She: Eveline O'Connor: Angel's mum, the sweetest woman on earth after his grandmother. And I have to add that they both love me dearly. yesterday I was complaining on not having any serious girlfriend, well, I have to say that Mrs O'Connor has filled the role for a long time. Regretfully, it was not as if I could share my crush on her son with her. Way too weird.

So here I am eating delicious home-made cookies. Mmmm... chocolate... I adore it.

Then I feel *him* looking at me. it is strange, you know. I've had Angel looking at me for six years and never did it feel like now, not even yesterday. It was as if he was watching every movement of mine, analysing them... it was not a bad feeling, just a strange one. Strangely, it made me remember why we were here. It was not for the chocolate cookies, not even for the splendid view of the stars between the trees... it was because I love this guy and he loves me.

He loves me, doesn't he?

My answer is a kiss. One long and precious kiss. And a very tasty one, too. It seems that my Angel had been caring for his breath, he tastes like mint. Mmmm... This tastes like an ice-cream I once ate. Guess I have a new favourite there.

The kiss goes on and hey! why did you make me doubt if he loved me!

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I would have liked to see the end of the film, I really would have. But some things are out of my control. Don't understand a word? I'll explain it to you.

I believe I left you at the forest in the middle of a romantic picnic. Did I already say that it was beautiful? Well, it was. Maybe it was not the fine restaurant I had been hoping for but it was very beautiful.

Sadly, all things had to end. Even if we didn't want them to.

Angel stopped the car in front of my house and looked at me. I looked at him. He looked at me. I... kissed him.

Can you guess how much I *did not* want to go back home?

Sigh.

Eventually we pulled apart and before I knew it, he was out the car and opening my door. Such a gentleman! He took my hand and led me to my door.

There we were. In front of my door. That was Angel. That was my door. Angel. My door. Angel...

"Want to come in?" What else was to say? I just could not let him go...

"Of course."

We sat on the sofa and moments later I brought in some chips and coke. We ruffled through the videos until we came up with something we both liked and still haven't seen. Believe me, it's always *difficult* to find something to please us both. It was one of mum's films. From the summary at the back of the video, it didn't seem too bad.

So we were on my sofa, with his arms around me, watching the film when suddenly the protagonists began to... uhm... have you ever seen one of those films where the least you expected was a NC-17 rating and suddenly BOOM there it was... well, insert a blush here. Better make it double, he was a red as me. Too much naked flesh and not enough on this side of the screen. Bad, bad thoughts... you are a naughty girl, Buffy.

And I *really* would have liked to see the end of the film. It was interesting even without the sex part. Nevertheless, just as I said, some things are completely and utterly out of my control. Such as Angel's compulsion to kiss me when I'm least expecting it. Not that I'm against it. Believe me, I'm not. It's just that when he kisses me it is as if something goes BOOM in my head and I can't stop myself. I just discovered he has that power over me whenever he likes.

So there we were, on my sofa, with a not-for-kids film on video, kissing, nearly groping and I'm very lucky that I don't have a father at home and that my mother and her boyfriend are out on a 'business' trip. Of course, I could always be wrong. and that's what I discover when the door suddenly opens and I hear a gasp and a

"Buffy!?"

See? Didn't I tell you? There *are* things in this world that are out of my control, and my mum deciding to come back home a day earlier is absolutely one of them.

Want to help me explain mum why I am still up at midnight? Want to explain *why* is my best friend still with me? I certainly don't want to tell her *why* I am kissing him on her sofa.

"Hi, mum."

Have you ever wished the earth to open and swallow you ?

Please! Please! Open and swallow me! NOW!

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