Rating: Huh?
Disclaimer: see above, re above. Got it? Good.
Dedication: Ok, this is for anyone who ever thought that Buffy should have been a comedy. Which is probably none of you, but just read this. It's ALMOST identical to "In from the rain", but it has all our weird comments and stuff added in.
Notes: See under "Rating" and "Disclaimer", in short, huh? Oh, hold it, yeah!! Umm, this, by some sort of weird freak of nature, seems to be fluff. Which is weird, coming from us, cos we don't usually do fluff.
Spoilers: None. So =ptptptptptptpt= (waggles tongue in air childishly)
Timeline: Season Something. It's got Dawn in it (No doubt), which means
Season 5, right? Hah!! Gotcha there, becoz Buffy's still in School!! Go figure!
(Gosh, this section is long!!)
Distribution: Why oh why would you want this unmitigated nonsense? Oh, well. Take it. Just let us know where it goes, ok? Otherwise it's on our site at www.angelfire.com/tv2/fgfanfic
(whew! That's THAT over with. Now onto the funfic.)

No hearts in turmoil this time, no more minds in whirlwinds of emotion, and no more of her soul not living without his.

The doorbell rang. Buffy, sitting upstairs in her room, wondered who it could be so late at night. Especially on such a rainy night. We couldn't say dark and stormy night, since that would be corny, now wouldn't it?

Downstairs, Dawn was watching TV. Buffy couldn't be sure which show it was, since between all the slaying and all her homework, she didn't have time to sit and become a potato of the couch variety.

The doorbell rang again. "Dawn!" Buffy called out. "Will you get that?"

No answer. Buffy growled in frustration, just like Tony the tiger from those Kellogs conmercials. Buffy growled in frustration and got up from the bed, disturbing her homework.. Who could that be?

On her way to the front door, Buffy glanced at Dawn, who had the headphones on, at full blast no doubt. She was probably listening to No Doubt, no doubt.i hayte fayyaad btw. This is where the ow starts. Ow. Anyway, back to our story.

She decided to summarily ignore her little sister and went to go open the door.

Angel stood there, sopping wet and dripping on her porch. Well, it was more like a ferrari than a porsche, but anyway. Yeah, right.any way. It was a maserati.

His black top was sticking to his torso. Buffy licked her lips appreciatively.

"Hi," he said softly, brushing his hair out of his eyes.

"Mm, hey," Buffy smiled. "Do you want me to get you something?"

"Please," Angel said, shivering.

Buffy stood where she was, not moving, just looking at Angel, his clothes all sticking to him.

"Um, Buffy?" he said, pulling her out of her reverie. "Can I please come in?"

"Uh, sure," she said dreamily, and still didn't move. Angel, to tell the truth, didn't much feel like moving either.

At around this point, the writers got very, very stuck, and decided to go cover some books. Maybe. To tell the truth, they didn't feel much like moving, either, which was about the only thing they currently had in common with Buffy and Angel. Ah! There we go.

She had the presence of mind to go upstairs and get him a towel. A nice, fluffy white/yellow/pink? Pick a color princess. Come on!! Pick a colour!! Maybe grey. How about black. White it is.

. Back downstairs she ran and handed it to him. Angel dried his hair off with it and then pulled his drenched top off and continued to dry his body off.

Buffy couldn't make any words. Angel's tight, well-built torso moved in interesting ways, and Buffy found herself staring, and a smile seemed to be permanently stuck to her face. No matter what she did, she couldn't stop looking at Angel or smiling. Angel stopped drying his body off and looked at Buffy, a strange expression on his face.

"What?"

"Huh?"

"What are you looking at?"

"Nothing. Just thinking."

"Thinking about?"

You, she thought to herself, but instead she asked, "Would you like something to drink?"

Angel said, "Please. Preferably something hot." He followed her to the kitchen and leaned against the counter. Still topless, Buffy noticed, although he had the towel draped over one shoulder. She also didn't tell him to put one on.

She put the kettle on and filled two mugs with hot chocolate. This was a recipe especially handed to her by Trixie. If you want the recipe, ask her nicely. (Trixie, not Buffy!!)

"Did I disturb you?" he asked.

"I was just doing some homework. Nothing important."

"Sorry."

"For what?" She turned to him, accidentally spilling both mugs onto the floor!

"You dumb clutz!" he yelled. "How could you be so clumsy!"At that point she grabbed one of the shards from the broken mug and staked him. The End. Haha, Kidding. I only wrote that last bit becoz, once again, the writers have become blockedted. And cannot figure out what to do now. Do any of you guys ever run into this problem? Do any of you write nonsense and then delete it? Maybe you should try it. And put it into a "shooting script" type fic. Like this one. Anyway.

He bent down and scooped up the larger pieces of glass. "Oops," he said with a smile.

"I'm so sorry," Buffy said apologetically. "I'm not usually this clumsy."

"Sorry for what?" he grinned.

Isn't it amazing how a fic, despite all these tiny little interruptions, still manages to flow? Just thought I'd say that.

She got up and got a broom. She staked roda with it. And she and Angel laughed and laughed until the sun rose. And then they went home. The end. Again. I've an odd feeling we're gonna see about 30 'The End's here. Bear with us. We'll get to the real one. Eventually.

At about that time, Spike ran in, screaming and yelling like a riley. A big demon was chasing him. Ok, not really. We're REALLY desperate for ideas here. And maybe even a plot. We'd even settle for half a plot.

Together they cleaned up the mess.

"Stand aside," Angel said. "Let me make the drinks."

"Gladly," Buffy said, and hoisted herself up onto the counter and watched as Angel poured the boiling water.

At this point, I wish to interject that Gladly was the name of a bear. A bear who couln't see straight. Gladly the cross-eyed bear. (Get it? Gladly the cross I'd bear. Hymn? Damn, you're slow.) "oh.." said fahhemah, not spelling her own name correctly.. "I get it" ha. Ha. Ha . ha. Not funny. Get on with it.

Together, they went upstairs to Buffy's room, so that they wouldn't disturb Dawn, no doubt. Hahhahahahaha!!

"So why did you come over here?" Buffy asked and sipped at her hot chocolate. "Not that I." she added quickly.

Angel looked down into his mug guiltily. "Well, I."

"Well you what?"

Angel fished about in his pants pocket, but didn't find what he was looking for.

"What?" Buffy asked.

Angel put his mug down on her desk. "Hold on a minute," he told her. "And get that towel ready again!"

"Are you going back outside?"

"Angel! You could catch your death of cold!"

"Buffy, in over two hundred years I've not gotten sick once!"

"Well, you were dead most of the time, ok? I worry about you!"

"There's no need to."

"I worry anyway!" she almost screamed, but held herself in check.

"Checkmate" Angel said.

"There's nothing to worry about, I promise you," he smiled. "I'll be back right now." He kissed her on her forehead, dashed downstairs, and ran out the front door.

Why does he always have to DO that? Buffy wondered angrily to herself. As he requested, though, she got another fluffy towel from the bathroom, ran downstairs and waited at the front door, looking out into the rain. No Angel. By Dido. A minute passed. A further minute passed before she saw Angel running back in the rain. He had something held tightly in his hand, Buffy realized. As he reached the porch (MASERATI, DAMN IT!! GET THE FACTS STRAIGHT!!)

"What's in your hand?" Buffy asked as he walked in, slightly placated. She still felt slightly peeved about him running off into the rainy night like that.

"A surprise," Angel answered enigmatically.

"Was it absolutely necessary to go running off like that?"

"As a matter of fact, yes it was. Do you have a problem with that, bitch?"

At which point, Buffy grabbed an umbrella from the rack and staked him. The end. Yet again.

"And what was so important that you risk your health to go running off like that?"

"Buffy, the worst that can happen is that I'll get a cold."

"Pneumonia," she interjected.

"Pneumonia," he agreed. "So why are you freaking out like this?"

"Ugh!" she growled in pure frustration and threw the towel at him. She stormed upstairs into her room and slammed the door. Angel grinned to himself. After he had finished drying himself off again, he went back upstairs and knocked on her door. "Buffy? Can I come in?" No answer. Unplug. He turned the knob and went in. Buffy was sitting crossly on her bed, looking at her homework, but not really seeing it. "Buffy? Buffy, look at me." Reluctantly, Buffy turned to him.

"You really frustrate me to no end, you know that?" she said. "I really worry, Angel. You've not been mortal for very long."

"I know," he said, and leaned forward to kiss the top of her head tenderly.

"I mean, it's not like."

"Shh." She circled her arms around his waist. "Buffy, can I ask you a question before I give you the surprise?"

"Sure."

Angel paused for a moment and knelt solemnly. NONONONONO!!! How can you have him kneeling? Kneeling is so.so...ARGH!! But it's romantic!! No it's NOT!! It's CORNY!! =sigh=.. Fine then. He gets up and looks Buffy straight in the eye. The left one. (The keeling is Giles's idea, He's an extrmely sappy male!!!!!!) (AND WHAT'S WRONG WITH THAT?!?!) "BLAH!" says fay.

"Marry me?"

NO, I won't. I don't want to. You were too corny. So sodd off.

Now wasn't that fun? When you see what goes on behind a fic it makes the two of us look like a bunch of loonies. But you knew that already. So feedback us..

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