After leaving Buffy's grave, I sighed, putting my hands in my pockets. She really was dead... and she wasn't coming back. I wasn't sure if I was relieved about that, or disappointed
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I just sort of stood there, with six of Cordy's bags sitting around me and watched her walk off. There really wasn't any way for me to carry all of Cordy's bags, since I only had two arms and all. I picked up one of her bags, slung mine over my shoulder and grabbed two more with my left hand. That still left three of her bags sitting on the ground and her still...not helping
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As I paced, waiting for the girls, I suddenly caught sight of something blurring at the corner of my eye, before I was wrapped in a tight hug.
"Fred!" I said, startled. I hugged her back awkwardly, then let go when she pulled back. I glanced around, looking for Cordelia, because she couldn't have been too far away; after all, Cordelia wouldn't have just left Fred on her own.
"Do we need to get your bags or anything?" I asked, and looked around. "And where is Cordelia?"
This had so better be worth it. There was no way I was walking around Sunnydale with Fred toting my bags, so we would just have to get a taxi. That was all there was going to be to it. Planting my hands on my hips I looked around, hoping to spot a nice yellow cab, or well anything.
Nada.
Then I heard Fred from the platform. "ANGEL!!! Hey! Angel! Over here!" My heard stopped. He was here, really here and....I was so mad at him!
Walking slow to keep the noise from my heels as low as possible I walked to the platform, spotting Fred as she gave up her grip on sain Mr. Broodypants.
I smiled at Cordelia as she walked up and then beamed at Angel. It seemed liked forever since I'd seen him and he looked so good. It wasn't as if he could look bad, unless he'd been in a big huge fight or something, but he hadn't been and he looked good, like he would cause he's a vampire and he doesn't really change...or anything.
Cordy looked mad about something. Oh, I hoped she wasn't mad at me for not carrying her bags and then dropping them when I saw Angel. She couldn't have anything breakable in there, could she? Shoes weren't breakable, unless you were Cinderella and mice turned into horses and pumpkins into coaches. Cordelia was definitely a princess, but she wasn't Cinderella.
I smiled at Angel again and then at Cordy, "These aren't my bags, they're Cordy's...I only have one bag..just one little ole bag." I heard a noise behind me and frowned, "Should we go...soon? Cause...aren't there, um...tons of evil things all over the place?"
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"Fred!" I said, startled. I hugged her back awkwardly, then let go when she pulled back. I glanced around, looking for Cordelia, because she couldn't have been too far away; after all, Cordelia wouldn't have just left Fred on her own.
"Do we need to get your bags or anything?" I asked, and looked around. "And where is Cordelia?"
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Nada.
Then I heard Fred from the platform. "ANGEL!!! Hey! Angel! Over here!" My heard stopped. He was here, really here and....I was so mad at him!
Walking slow to keep the noise from my heels as low as possible I walked to the platform, spotting Fred as she gave up her grip on sain Mr. Broodypants.
"And where is Cordelia?"
"She's right here."
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Cordy looked mad about something. Oh, I hoped she wasn't mad at me for not carrying her bags and then dropping them when I saw Angel. She couldn't have anything breakable in there, could she? Shoes weren't breakable, unless you were Cinderella and mice turned into horses and pumpkins into coaches. Cordelia was definitely a princess, but she wasn't Cinderella.
I smiled at Angel again and then at Cordy, "These aren't my bags, they're Cordy's...I only have one bag..just one little ole bag." I heard a noise behind me and frowned, "Should we go...soon? Cause...aren't there, um...tons of evil things all over the place?"
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