"My angel. He is too pretty for the world. He doesn't even know when a woman wants him." She smiled knowingly and suddenly moved her finger to gently bop Wesley's nose. "Like you." Leaning her head back she looked up at him and wet her lips, looking right into his eyes. "Head boy."
"Girls do not want me, I know this as a certified fact." He's in the chess club and he irons his jeans, he's well aware he's not cool, girls don't like him and he doesn't pull like angel does. He does, however, feel somewhat flattered - even if it's coming from Drusilla of all people. "Angel is, erm, he is quite handsome, yes. Girls do like him, it's true."
"Oh, I like you. I like you a lot. I would sit on your face if you wanted, but Angel said that your virginity should stay put." With that she gave his crotch a reassuring pat and returned to the topic at hand. "What girl does he like? Is there one? I wondered "
Oh God help him, this was a lot. He closed his eyes and tried to breathe through the weird mix of confusion, fear and arousal. He pulled out his phone and tried to subtly text Angel as he spoke to her, not breaking eye contact to text.
your friend is here and all over me help
"I don't know. I suppose perhaps a girl like you, he is awfully fond of you." Wait... he wasn't supposed to lead on girls who were into angel any more. "Platonically." Fixed it.
"Oh no. Angel would not ever want me. Not anymore. I got broken and now there are all these shards he cuts himself one. He won't ever want me. But you are sweet to say." Drusilla took his hand and gave it a squeeze. "He will love. But not wisely. You'll see."
"Right." What? What the hell was this? "I'm sure that's not true, Angel has fondness for all of his friends." Or, at least, Wesley hoped this. Given he was pretty much Wesley's only friend and his social life pretty much lived or died depending on Angel. Which was ironic, given Angel and his aversion of socialising. And hopefully that fondness will translate to many years of good friendship so he won't die helpless and alone, a friendless loser with no purpose or joy. Angel will continue to be the guiding force of his life, his light in the darkness and his reason to continue on this journey they call life.
Not that he was staking a lot of Angel but... well, yeah. "I'm sure he will find a way to love wisely some day. All young people love badly, it's in our nature."
It wasn't really intentionally that Angel showed up mysteriously behind the awkward pair as if he materialised out of the shadows, it was just something that sort of seemed to happen on its own whenever he went places. Just like he couldn't seem to put a coat on without it swirling dramatically.
"I don't have issues." Wesley clarified before looking at angel, a touch more desperate. "I really don't. Honestly." He did but he has to seem cool, casual and normal in the face of Angel. His best friend. BFF. Bros. "Drusilla is here, by the way. She was looking for you, I think."
"He called for you." Drusilla told Angel as if he wouldn't know about it yet and then rose to her feet, lowering her voice at the same time to whisper to Wesley. "Watch and you'll see the shards cutting."
She combed her fingers through Wesley's hair while walking away from him and over to Angel, just melting against him, head tucked against his chest. "My Angel. I like your friend. He cares too much, but he doesn't mean to destroy. Not like your old friends."
There was indeed no small amount of pain in the tender expression on Angel's face as he carefully wrapped his arms around Drusilla, as if he feared that his mere touch might break her.
Well, break her more.
"I like him too. He's a good friend. Have you been nice to him?"
"She has been lovely." He is just lying now but whatever, she was nearly gone and she seemed important to Angel so he wanted to care and have her be important to him to. Important from a distance, that is.
"How did you two meet, anyway?" Just wanted to be more involved in his friends life and learn a little more about the mystery that is Angel.
"Oh, Angel was always there when I was. And I was there when he fell. Now I am there to remind him." Drusilla rose to her toes so she could kiss Angel's cheek. "Did you have to hurt Spike?"
He honestly wasn't sure about what sort of effect he may or may not have had on Spike in terms of bumps and bruises. The guy was usually pretty good at bouncing back.
Knowing full well that Dru's answer to Wes had been far from helpful, he gave his friend an awkward look, as always profoundly uncomfortable with discussing... pretty much any part of his past.
"We grew up in the same area, more or less."
And also kind of sort of... no, he couldn't say they dated, that was a term he reserved for Darla, but they sure did something.
"Ah. Good. I was wondering." Wondering where he met this weird girl who kept appearing in his life. She was lovely, he was sure, but she did keep touching his face and that was a little off putting. Just a little.
"When did you hurt Spike?" Better not be the hallway. Fighting on the hallway is prohibited and as hall monitor, he'll have to give them both a stern talking to.
"He hurt him because of the nun porn. And the gay porn." Drusilla wanted to be helpful, so she filled Wesley in on the necessary information. She also stayed in Angel's arms, because why not? "Spike doesn't want to see me."
"He was trashing our room. Some of your stuff got messed up, I'm sorry."
Angel kept hold of Drusilla, somewhat less awkwardly than most of his physical contact tended to be with people. Probably because his body remembered too well how to fit against hers.
"Spike wants to keep you away from me, that's what he wants."
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your friend is here and all over me help
"I don't know. I suppose perhaps a girl like you, he is awfully fond of you." Wait... he wasn't supposed to lead on girls who were into angel any more. "Platonically." Fixed it.
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Not that he was staking a lot of Angel but... well, yeah. "I'm sure he will find a way to love wisely some day. All young people love badly, it's in our nature."
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It wasn't really intentionally that Angel showed up mysteriously behind the awkward pair as if he materialised out of the shadows, it was just something that sort of seemed to happen on its own whenever he went places. Just like he couldn't seem to put a coat on without it swirling dramatically.
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She combed her fingers through Wesley's hair while walking away from him and over to Angel, just melting against him, head tucked against his chest. "My Angel. I like your friend. He cares too much, but he doesn't mean to destroy. Not like your old friends."
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Well, break her more.
"I like him too. He's a good friend. Have you been nice to him?"
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"How did you two meet, anyway?" Just wanted to be more involved in his friends life and learn a little more about the mystery that is Angel.
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He honestly wasn't sure about what sort of effect he may or may not have had on Spike in terms of bumps and bruises. The guy was usually pretty good at bouncing back.
Knowing full well that Dru's answer to Wes had been far from helpful, he gave his friend an awkward look, as always profoundly uncomfortable with discussing... pretty much any part of his past.
"We grew up in the same area, more or less."
And also kind of sort of... no, he couldn't say they dated, that was a term he reserved for Darla, but they sure did something.
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"When did you hurt Spike?" Better not be the hallway. Fighting on the hallway is prohibited and as hall monitor, he'll have to give them both a stern talking to.
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Angel kept hold of Drusilla, somewhat less awkwardly than most of his physical contact tended to be with people. Probably because his body remembered too well how to fit against hers.
"Spike wants to keep you away from me, that's what he wants."