Chapter 4: Katie, Maggie and Heath… Oh My!

Buffy was laying on her stomach at the end bed watching a movie on Angel's laptop with headphones in, quietly laughing at something Adam Sandler was doing as Angel leaned against the head board of the bed with papers and files surrounding him. He looked up at her with a small smile when he heard her trying to hold back her laughter, she burst out laughing and tried to bury her face in her arm to muffle the sound.

He lightly grabbed her ankle and she turned to look at him startled, taking the ear buds out. "Sorry."

"No, you're fine." He smiled. "What's so funny?"

"Adam Sandler is a funny woman." He smiled.

"A woman?" Angel didn't look convinced. "Is that the movie with Jennifer Aniston in it?"

Buffy shook her head. "Katie Holmes."

"Even better." He laughed, moving his papers out of the way and laid down next to her.

"You and your obsession with Katie Holmes." She laughed.

Angel shrugged, unplugging the headphones so he could hear the movie. "She was the better Rachel Dawes."

"I will give you that." Buffy agreed. "I'm not big on Maggie Gyllenhaal."

"She ruined The Dark Knight."

Buffy laughed. "I don't think I would go that far."

"The best part of the movie was when she died!" He exclaimed.

"No." She laughed again. "The best part was when Heath Ledger dressed up like a nurse. I could not stop laughing when he walked out of the Hospital!"

"I remember." Angel smiled. "You're so cute when you laugh that hard."

"Oh yeah?" Buffy kissed him. "Is that why everyone in the theater was staring at me?"

"Well, I was staring at you because of your adorable-ness." He tucked her hair behind her ear. "I think everyone else was because you were laughing so hard… and loud."

"You never let me live it down!" She laughed. "Every time we went to the movies after that you always said not to laugh."

"Darla wasn't much better! It wasn't just me." He smiled. "She never wanted you to go to the movies with us again after that. I don't blame her, it was pretty early in the relationship to be bringing the younger sister along."

"I didn't HAVE to go." She said irritated. "You could have just dropped me off somewhere, the mall or some random street in the bad part of town!"

"I don't think your parents would have liked it if their youngest daughter got hurt when she was supposed to be with her sister and her date. They most likely would hate me if that happened."

Buffy turned back to the computer screen, she had no idea why Adam Sander was getting beat up by Al Pacino. "It's not like I asked to go. If you wanted alone time with my sister all you had to do was say so."

"I know." He nodded. "You never seemed comfortable with going out with us when it was your parents idea… and Buffy, I didn't want alone time with your sister. I liked it when you came with." He looked at the screen even more confused than Buffy, he hadn't seen any of the movie. "Besides, I never let Darla live it down when she got scared and spilt the popcorn all over us when we went to see Insidious."

"She was scared of that movie?" Buffy shook her head. "I actually liked that movie. When it finally showed the demon at the end, talk about cute!"

"Cute?" Angel laughed. "Darla screamed like she was being murdered. I didn't know you saw that movie."

Buffy nodded slowly. She really didn't want to talk about her past relationships. "Owen took me opening night."

"Owen was…?"

"Owen Thurman" She bit her lip. She didn't really want to talk about her ex-boyfriends with Angel almost as much as she didn't want to talk about her sister. "He was the poetry buff. I read a whole bunch of boring poetry to have just as boring of a date with him."

"Why was there only one date?" Most of her relationships only lasted one or two dates and he always wondered why.

Buffy shrugged. "I don't know, I liked him enough, I guess and he said he liked me but we just never … connected again after that."

"Darla seems to think your relationships never last because you have deep rooted daddy issues."

Buffy scowled and got up from the bed. "You guys talk about my relationships or lack thereof?"

"Occasionally." He shrugged. "I mean, we just wondered why your relationships never seemed to go anywhere."

"Oh! And yours was?!" She exclaimed. "You know if this is going to work… if WE are going to work how about we don't talk about all my failed relationships and STOP comparing me to Darla!"

"Okay, I'm sorry…"

"This was a bad idea!" She ran her hand through her hair. "This… this whole vacation thing… Us… it's just wrong."

"You say this after we move all your stuff into my house?"

"You aren't even officially broken up with Darla!" She shouted. "And it was your idea to do all the moving! I just… I can't…"

Angel watched her as she ran into the small bathroom off of the Hotel room. He looked around confused. "Well, that suddenly took a wrong turn."


Angel tried to get some more work done but it wasn't going very well, every few seconds he would look towards the bathroom door. He could see the light shining underneath but he couldn't see Buffy's pacing shadow anymore. He glanced at the clock, she had been in there for almost 20 minutes. He put his file back down on the bed and walked over to the bathroom door, he listened for a second but didn't hear anything. Maybe she had fallen asleep. When he and Darla had a party at his house when they first moved in he walked by the upstairs bathroom and saw the light on underneath the door but according to everyone around they hadn't seen anyone go in there for at least two hours, he had tried the door but it was locked. He had a key for all the rooms in the house so he went to get it and unlocked the door, when he opened it he saw a startled Buffy getting up from the bathroom floor. It had turned out that Darla and her annoying friends had made some comments that upset her, she didn't drive back then and didn't have a way home so instead she locked herself in the upstairs bathroom and had cried herself to sleep on the floor.

Leaning his left hand on the door frame he lightly knocked with his pointer fingers knuckle with his other hand. "Buffy, are you okay?" He didn't hear her say anything but there was a soft sniffle. "I think we need to talk…"

Buffy slowly opened the bathroom door and Angel frowned when he saw her bloodshot eyes and sad face. "I know why my relationships fail and it has nothing to do with the fact that my father doesn't love me. I'm sorry I yelled at you. I just don't like the thought of other people talking about my relationships, they are mine… it doesn't involve anyone else."

"Buffy, your father loves you." He whispered brushing her hair away from her face.

"No." She whispered. "Hank Summers has made it very clear that he wishes Darla was his only daughter. I think if it was up to him I wouldn't even be living at home when I have breaks from school."

"I… I didn't know that."

"Yeah well, it's not exactly something I like to advertise." She whispered looking down at the floor, anywhere, so she didn't have to look him in the face.

Angel hooked his finger under her chin and pulled her face up to look at him. "Well, I love you enough for the both of us."

"Thank you." She whispered. "I'm really sorry, can we just ignore my little outburst… all but the part about comparing me to Darla cause that really does bug me."

"Fair enough." He smiled. "You know what? I just got an idea."

"What?" She asked with a small smile but it dropped from her face when he walked past the bed, closing the laptop and moving it to where all his papers where. He quickly gathered all his papers and set them on top of the laptop shoving them into his laptop bag.

"Do you trust me?"

Buffy nodded.

"Good." He smiled. "Pack all your stuff up and don't ask questions. This mini vacation is over."