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Part 2
DING-DONG! The doorbell rang shrilly through the Summers' residence, announcing someone was outside.
"I'll get it!" Hank Summers called coming from the kitchen. He opened the door to reveal a tall young man with dark brown eyes, brown hair and carrying gifts.
"Uh, hi. Is Buffy home?" He asked in a deep voice. Hank decided he was only a bit older than the girl he asked for when looking him over.
"Buffy!"
"Yeah dad?" called a young ladies voice.
"There's a boy here to see you!"
"Hold on!"
"Hank,who is - Oh, hello Angel." Joyce Summers greeted the boy coming out of the kitchen.
"Hello J-Ms.Summers. Merry Christmas." Angel returned warmly with a small smile.
"Who is it dad?" called the girl's voice again, diverting the three's attention upward. The owner came into view on the second floor, and Angel's eyes lit up. Buffy Summers descended the stairs, her blonde hair giving off a glow and her green and red velvet dress fitting her form perfectly.
'Wow.' Angel thought to himself as she reached the landing.
"Hey. Are those the presents I asked you to wrap? Thanks. Let me grab a bag... And you can come in." Buffy told him, hurrying into the living room with the gifts. Angel stepped in and closed the door behind him, then he, Hank and Joyce stood in silence.
"So,what do you do for a living, Angel?" Hank asked, breaking it.
"Uh. Well..." Angel stammered,searching for an alibi. A lie. Anything. "I... paint. Draw. I'm an artist."
"Oh. You know, I have a friend whose an artist." Hank replied, buying it.
"That's great Dad. And if you're done boring Angel to death, he can give me that ride to the Bronze." Buffy said, reemerging and opening the door.
"Well, alright. Nice to meet you Angel. Merry Christmas!"
"Merry Christmas Mr. Summers!" Angel called back, closing the door. Hank and Joyce stood there for a few seconds then headed back into the kitchen.
"Joyce, are they *together*?"
"No, Hank. Angel's just a friend of Buffy's."
"Are you sure? That look he got when she came down,I know that look! Besides, I didn't even see a car-"
"Wow. That's your dad?" Angel asked as the two trudged down the streets.
"Yeah. He's nice, but sometimes you have to hit him over the head to let
him get what your saying..." They laughed and continued their way to
Willow Rosenburg's house in silence.