The morning sun peaked through soft white curtains and slowly crept its way to the figure sleeping in a bed not far from a closed window. "Uggghh" the small blond slayer groaned as she pulled the covers over her head. The door to the dorm opened to reveal a small red-head.
"Buffy, c-mon wake up, you'll be late for class!" Willow Rosenburg said to her best friend. A chorus of sneezes was her only answer. " Okay Wills , I'm up." Buffy sat up in the bed and immediately leaned back down." Buffy, you don't look so good , I'll tell the Professor you're sick" The wiccan witch said as she went to the small mini-fridge and got out some orange-juice before pouring it in a glass and setting it on the night stand for Buffy. "Bye"
**Two hours and three glasses of O.J. later**
*Knock knock** Buffy looked up from the T.V and slowly sat up. "Come in" The door slowly opened to reveal a very worried vampire boyfriend. ( I know they aren't but this is My fic so I say so) "Angel!" Buffy said gleefully and jumped into his arms. He kissed her sweetly on the lips before noticing her drastic temperature change. " My poor little baby's sick, come on, let's make it better."
Angel carried Buffy to the bed and tucked her in all snug with Mr. Gordo. "Angel, it's just a little sinus cold , you don't have to act like its the end of the world." Angel glared at her. "You're sick and I'm gonna help you get better" Angel sat by Buffy's bed until she fell asleep. He got the keys to his car before heading to the store to get her some medicine and other stuff to make his little slayer feel better.
**45 minutes later**
Buffy awoke again to a very amusing sight. Angel. Cooking.
" Whatcha making?" she asked "Soup" "For me?" she asked "Yeah" "What kind?" she asked carefully "Chicken Noodle." Angel answered " There is no way I'm eating that" she exclaimed
Angel turned around from his task, slightly confused. "Why not?" " Angel!, I HATE chicken noodle soup! there is nothing on this earth more disgusting to me then chicken noodle soup! " she replied determined not to give in to the sweet puppy dog look he gave her.
"C'mon, you'll like it"
"Will not"
"Will too"
"Will not"
"Will too"
"Will n-" But the slayers pleas were muffled by her boyfriends lip descending on hers. After a make out session Angel gathered the courage to ask... "So you gonna eat the Soup?" Her only response was a pillow hitting his face.