Title: The Boys Next-Door
Author: Static-disturbed
Summary: AU- Buffy Summers mother drags her next-door to meet the new
neighbors and meets Angel and Andrew, twin brothers. She finds herself
quickly falling for Angel even though he is shy and doesn't speak much.
Buffy is 14 in this. Andrew and Angel are 15.
Pg-13 at highest
All in Buffy's POV.
I don't own the characters. If I did things would be very different. Anyway
they aren't mine.
The sun was beating down hard and I could almost feel the sweat form on my neck as soon as we left the house. I would have done anything at that moment to run back into the safety of my cool, air conditioned home and not have to watch my mother make a complete fool of herself in front of the new neighbors. But that wasn't a possibility. Mom was balancing that newly made jello mold on one hand while balancing herself on her four-inch heels. Joyce Summers is your typical suburban, high-class mother. She wears high heels for completely unpractical things, bakes pies in the scorching heat and always greets new neighbors with a freshly made, completely disgusting, jello mold. I love her but God she's a flake.
"I hear from Marie Sullivan that there are two teenage boys about your age.... maybe you could be friends with them...maybe they're cute". My mother, also, like most women in this town, is a gossip fiend. She knows everything about everyone. Well at least she knows the rumors about everyone. I wouldn't be surprised if the two teenage boys turned out to be two guinea pigs.
"Mom" I groaned. I hated when she did that. My mother was completely obsessed with me having a boyfriend. I guess she figured it made her look good if her daughter had a boyfriend. I'm only 14, God. Just cause she has a different guy taking her out every night doesn't mean I want to.
Their house looked a lot like ours. Most houses in Sunnydale have the same general design. White, single home, 3 bedrooms, 1 and a half baths and a backyard. Mom scurried up there and straightened her sunhat with her free hand before pressing a perfectly painted, red fingernail against the doorbell.
The door creaked open a few seconds later and a women smiled out at us hesitantly. She was probably wondering who the two freaks with jello were. She was probably thinking 'she couldn't possibly have brought me a jello mold. They only do that on TV', but no. We had brought a jello mold and I could tell she was surprised. The lady was way shorter than my mom, about my height, with dark hair that fell down her back and large green eyes.
"Hello. I'm Joyce Summers this is my daughter Buffy. We live next- door...I just wanted to say hello and bring you a little welcome to the neighborhood gift", mom did that fake laugh/giggle that makes me sick as she gestured to the jello mold. The woman looked at me than back to my mom.
"Thank you. I'm Lisa.... umm.... this is a surprise. Why don't you come in? It's a bit messy though". That was our cue to say 'Oh well here's your jello mold. Maybe we'll see you around town'. Not my mom. She pushed right past tiny Lisa and into the house. I followed meekly, embarrassed of my mom's bold behavior. The house did look much like ours inside, except for the colors of the walls and carpets. Ours were white and pink. Theirs were a dark blue and white flowered design. I'm sure my mother will have something to say about it when we get home. The old neighbors never spoke to us and rarely left their house. They were old. The ground was littered with boxes all duck taped up, and labeled things like 'silverware' and 'towels'. Lisa wiped hr hands on her jeans shorts and smiled
"My boys are supposed to be helping me with this. I think they got sidetracked checking out the attic. The people who lived here before left it full of stuff...old magazines and books"
"How old are your boys?" Mom asked peering up the stairs nosily.
"Fifteen...they're twins. Angel and Andrew". I grinned inwardly. Their names started with the same letter. I wonder if they wear matching outfits too. Or finish each other's sentences? Mom smiled
"I always wanted twins. But Buffy came along and I was glad I only had one. She was hard enough to deal with". I felt myself blushing and looked down at my feet. Lisa grinned
"They're pretty well behaved now but when they were little.... Buffy you could go up to the attic and find them. I'm sure they'll be glad to make a friend. The attic is probably the same as yours..."
"Ok", I nodded and started towards the stairs. Anything to stop watching mom invade someone's privacy. I was curious to meet Angel and Andrew now. I found the attic door okay and started making my way up the wooden stairs. As I got to the top I peered in. There was stuff everywhere. Piles of books, magazines, lamps, furniture, it looked old, I guess that makes sense cause the people were old.
"Who are you?", a voice pulled me out of my thoughts and I looked up. Two boys were standing there, staring at me like they had never seen a girl before. The one on the right, who had spoke, was short with spiky blonde hair and curious blue eyes. He was holding and old 'Time' in his hands. The other had short spiky brown hair and dark brown eyes. He was taller than the other and looked a little more serious.
"Buffy Summers. I live next door. Your mom told me to come up," I informed them. The blonde one nodded
"Oh...I'm Andrew". I shook his hand and he looked to his brother who was still staring at me. He was just staring at me.... I could feel myself blushing and put my hand out towards him. Andrew kicked him in the ankle
"Oh I'm Angel", he said suddenly reaching out to take my hand. It tingled and I think I even gasped. He pulled back after a minute and looked away. Andrew shrugged
"Wanna look through this old stuff with us?"
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The sun was beating down hard and I could almost feel the sweat form on my neck as soon as we left the house. I would have done anything at that moment to run back into the safety of my cool, air conditioned home and not have to watch my mother make a complete fool of herself in front of the new neighbors. But that wasn't a possibility. Mom was balancing that newly made jello mold on one hand while balancing herself on her four-inch heels. Joyce Summers is your typical suburban, high-class mother. She wears high heels for completely unpractical things, bakes pies in the scorching heat and always greets new neighbors with a freshly made, completely disgusting, jello mold. I love her but God she's a flake.
"I hear from Marie Sullivan that there are two teenage boys about your age.... maybe you could be friends with them...maybe they're cute". My mother, also, like most women in this town, is a gossip fiend. She knows everything about everyone. Well at least she knows the rumors about everyone. I wouldn't be surprised if the two teenage boys turned out to be two guinea pigs.
"Mom" I groaned. I hated when she did that. My mother was completely obsessed with me having a boyfriend. I guess she figured it made her look good if her daughter had a boyfriend. I'm only 14, God. Just cause she has a different guy taking her out every night doesn't mean I want to.
Their house looked a lot like ours. Most houses in Sunnydale have the same general design. White, single home, 3 bedrooms, 1 and a half baths and a backyard. Mom scurried up there and straightened her sunhat with her free hand before pressing a perfectly painted, red fingernail against the doorbell.
The door creaked open a few seconds later and a women smiled out at us hesitantly. She was probably wondering who the two freaks with jello were. She was probably thinking 'she couldn't possibly have brought me a jello mold. They only do that on TV', but no. We had brought a jello mold and I could tell she was surprised. The lady was way shorter than my mom, about my height, with dark hair that fell down her back and large green eyes.
"Hello. I'm Joyce Summers this is my daughter Buffy. We live next- door...I just wanted to say hello and bring you a little welcome to the neighborhood gift", mom did that fake laugh/giggle that makes me sick as she gestured to the jello mold. The woman looked at me than back to my mom.
"Thank you. I'm Lisa.... umm.... this is a surprise. Why don't you come in? It's a bit messy though". That was our cue to say 'Oh well here's your jello mold. Maybe we'll see you around town'. Not my mom. She pushed right past tiny Lisa and into the house. I followed meekly, embarrassed of my mom's bold behavior. The house did look much like ours inside, except for the colors of the walls and carpets. Ours were white and pink. Theirs were a dark blue and white flowered design. I'm sure my mother will have something to say about it when we get home. The old neighbors never spoke to us and rarely left their house. They were old. The ground was littered with boxes all duck taped up, and labeled things like 'silverware' and 'towels'. Lisa wiped hr hands on her jeans shorts and smiled
"My boys are supposed to be helping me with this. I think they got sidetracked checking out the attic. The people who lived here before left it full of stuff...old magazines and books"
"How old are your boys?" Mom asked peering up the stairs nosily.
"Fifteen...they're twins. Angel and Andrew". I grinned inwardly. Their names started with the same letter. I wonder if they wear matching outfits too. Or finish each other's sentences? Mom smiled
"I always wanted twins. But Buffy came along and I was glad I only had one. She was hard enough to deal with". I felt myself blushing and looked down at my feet. Lisa grinned
"They're pretty well behaved now but when they were little.... Buffy you could go up to the attic and find them. I'm sure they'll be glad to make a friend. The attic is probably the same as yours..."
"Ok", I nodded and started towards the stairs. Anything to stop watching mom invade someone's privacy. I was curious to meet Angel and Andrew now. I found the attic door okay and started making my way up the wooden stairs. As I got to the top I peered in. There was stuff everywhere. Piles of books, magazines, lamps, furniture, it looked old, I guess that makes sense cause the people were old.
"Who are you?", a voice pulled me out of my thoughts and I looked up. Two boys were standing there, staring at me like they had never seen a girl before. The one on the right, who had spoke, was short with spiky blonde hair and curious blue eyes. He was holding and old 'Time' in his hands. The other had short spiky brown hair and dark brown eyes. He was taller than the other and looked a little more serious.
"Buffy Summers. I live next door. Your mom told me to come up," I informed them. The blonde one nodded
"Oh...I'm Andrew". I shook his hand and he looked to his brother who was still staring at me. He was just staring at me.... I could feel myself blushing and put my hand out towards him. Andrew kicked him in the ankle
"Oh I'm Angel", he said suddenly reaching out to take my hand. It tingled and I think I even gasped. He pulled back after a minute and looked away. Andrew shrugged
"Wanna look through this old stuff with us?"
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