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[watcher_pryce]

Continued from HereThings, it would appear, finally were looking up for me. I'd left Los Angeles, leaving everything and everyone behind. Angel, Cordelia, Connor, Fred...Gunn and Lorne. Everyone. My flat, some of my things. What was important to me I loaded into a car and went with Buffy to Sunnydale. Where things didn't go as smoothly as they

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[watcher_pryce]

"Well, I certainly hope to live here long enough," with you, "to do so." I smiled over at her as we drove over to the Main Street. It wasn't hard to find that on, so I'm guessing I'm already getting quite used to driving around. I knew where to find the most important places. My place, the shopping center, a grocery store and last but certainly not least, Buffy's house.

"I think that's much wiser then letting me pick out the colors, love," I smile at her as I find a spot to park the car. "You'll end up with dark green, or dark blue, or...just depressing. And I don't even like those dark colors."

Shaking my head at myself, I get out of the car, wait for Buffy to hop out as well and then lock it. There, I can do the 'not opening of doors constantly' thing. I'd seen the little bit annoyed look in her eyes. I probably wouldn't have recognized it if Gunn had not sat me down at one point and explained to me that woman these days might not appreciate such attentiveness.

Plus it made him look bad.

Walking around the car, I slid an arm around her shoulders and stared up and down the street. "I suppose we'll just walk around until we find something?"

[slayerbarbie]

I got out of the car myself, kinda surprised that he didn't open the door. Not that I was expecting it or anything. Okay, so I was, but still. I guess I shouldn't. Wes was so predictable in the beginning and now? Not so much. Which I guess is better cause then he would be boring. And I'd rather him not be so much boring. Looking around as he put his arm around me, I put my arm around his waist.

"That sounds like a plan, I'm not sure where the paint shop is, if we even have one. I've never ... well, needed it. And? I think by the time I'm done picking out colors, you're going to regret letting me," I said and gave him a smile as I looked up at him before we started walking down the sidewalk.

This felt nice. Us together, walking down the street, looking for paint. Then again? It seemed too ... couplely. Which, I guess I was okay, cause we are a couple and stuff, but it was different for me. Riley and I were a couple and we didn't do this and it's been so long since ... Angel. It almost seems new to me.

I kept on looking over at the shops as we passed, but I didn't see anything. Not yet anyway. Clothing, furniture, mechanical things ... but no paint. It wasn't until we crossed Second Ave that I actually saw a paint shop.

"There we go hon, right over there," I pointed across the street on the corner.

[watcher_pryce]

I smiled down at her at her words. “I doubt that, love,” I chuckled. “I’ve no sense when it comes to colour. Think Giles only worse.” Leaning down, I dropped a kiss on her temple. It was still early, there weren’t that many people around. Most would be in school or at work anyway. And those who weren’t had other things to do then trot around the shopping center no doubt.

We kept walking until she pointed out a store which had paint. “Off we go then.” Steering us in the direction of the shop, I opened the door, but only because it just happened to be convenient, I swear. I waited for Buffy to step inside and then followed. A small tingling above the door signalled our arrival. There weren’t any other customers around, other then Buffy and I.

“Let’s hope there aren’t any of those sell happy women around,” I whispered at Buffy, recalling the person at the furniture store. “At last then we can walk around and look at our own pace.” Circling around, I glanced at the many, many, many different kinds of paint and the various sizes of cans. “Where to start,” I muttered.

Wait. Did she just call me 'hon'? Good lord, funny how that makes me all...nervous.

[watcher_pryce]

“Alright.” Nodding at that, I pushed my hands in my pocket and started to saunter past the rows of colours. I had no idea there were actually so many different kinds of blue. Quite confusing to be honest. I’m glad I don’t actually have to pick them out. As long as Buffy doesn’t come up with pink or those pastel colours it should be just fine.

Luckily any sales person who might be around in the store seemed to ignore us. Or me, rather. I really wasn’t up to another one of those babbling twits, going on about what colour scheme would be best for me and so on and so on. I had my own personal decorator, and that was fine by me. Besides, it would show me how well she might already know me.

Slowly I made my way over to Buffy who was looking around, pulling things off shelves. Then she dismissed it and put them back again. She already had some in a basket she’d grabbed from somewhere. A cut frown was on her forehead while she concentrated on the job, which she seemed to be taking quite serious.

“Any luck?” I asked, sliding up next to her with a small smile.

[watcher_pryce]

Glancing at the paint in her hands, I nodded. Blue was nice, I liked blue. White was... White was so very normal it wasn't actually normal. I frowned at the color. I didn't like white very much. I looked around as I followed her while she did...whatever she did.

"How about yellow?" I asked, glancing at a nice, not to bright, yellow color. That would warm up the room. Blue makes it cold, yellow makes it warm. Should be a nice mix. Or so I think. But what do I know. I'm a walking insult to fashion disasters according to some who shall remain nameless.

I raised my eyebrow when she calls me boss man. I wasn't aware I was her boss. It reminded me of Faith for a moment. The way she could call you boss and still insult you while she was at it. But the way Buffy said it sounded completely different and I had to smile. Maybe from time to time I could ask for her help on a case. I'm sure she won't mind, right?

[slayerbarbie]

"You want yellow?" I asked, giving him a confused look. He actually wanted yellow. That would make everything like hot wouldn't it? Eh, I guess it doesn't matter. "Okay, I'll get yellow," I said and walked back, putting the white back on the shelf before grabbing the yellowish can that was a few over from it.

"Can you carry one?" I asked and handed him a can before going over to get the other supplies that we needed. I guess a pan, some brushes, ooh, no a roller. Two. One for me and one for him. I grabbed up everything we needed, this was going to be a busy day. Full of painting and setting up and spending full on time together. Like that's a change. A non change that I don't want to change any time soon.

"It looks like I have everything, Wes. Unless you need anything else, then we're ready to go back." Why was he looking at me weird? What did I do now?

Not even going to ask. Nope, nope, nope. I don't want to know cause I don't want to fight. Not that we would but ... okay, so we might, but still. I can't help it, I need to get my point across somehow, right?

[watcher_pryce]

Why does she keep looking at me as though she wants to ask something? If she has something to ask, then why doesn’t she? I’d have thought since that talk we’ve had, after she had her little so called ‘freak out’, things would’ve been better. It was she who couldn’t handle things and insisted that I’ll be leaving her in the end. Stupid comparison with her former partner.

I don’t understand it. I really don’t see what her problem is. What the hell does she want? Well, the ball is in her court now. I’ve made very clear what I thought and what I wanted. We both decided to take it slower because she was confused. And yet…she doesn’t feel as though she can ask me something.

Ah well.

“I think that’s everything,” I say, glancing around to see if I have any idea if we need something else. “You’re the one in charge right?” Smiling, I turn to her, shifting the can of paint in my arms. “ Do you need me to carry anything else?” I ask, as we make our way to the cashregister.

[slayerbarbie]

"Awesome and yes, I'm so in charge. Of this anyway," I grinned and sucked in a breath as we walked to the cash register. I shook my head no when he asked if he should carry anything else. I just needed him to carry that one thing or else everything in my hand would fall.

I set everthing on the counter and stepped back, letting him pay for it. I looked around before looking back at the lady that was checking out our items.

When we were finally finished with that, I helped him carry the bags as we walked back to the van.

"Do you like lemonade?" I asked him as I put the bag I was holding inside the van. "If ya do, we should get some." Closing the door, I leaned against it and watched him for a moment, before smiling at him a little shyly.

"I've never gone paint shopping before ... it was kinda fun." Pushing myself away from the van, I walked toward the front of it, opening the door and getting in, waiting for him to do so as well. I looked at the time and figured that we could get a room done before we pick up Dawn from school.

Dawn. Let's just hope she actually went to school.

[watcher_pryce]

A chuckle escaped me when she confirmed that, yes, she was in charge. She was heavily loaded with paint, brushes and lord only knows what else. The tip of her tongue stuck out as she concentrated on getting the whole lot to the register without dropping them. It made me want to kiss her.

Clearing my throat, I followed her and quickly paid for all the things. Right, well. We seem to have everything we'll need now. Time to get to work I'd wager. Getting some of the bags I walked outside, Buffy right behind me.

"Do I like lemon--," I blink at that, a small smile spreading over my face. "Sure we can get some if you like. I've not much at my place anyway and we're bound to get thirsty while working so hard." thirsty, that reminds me that I should call a plumber. Have to get that water fixed. I suppose I should call the electrical company and such as well.

"I'm glad you're enjoying yourself." Sliding into the front seat, I get out my car keys and start the engine. "I'm finding actually strangely enjoyable as well." Driving away from the curb I start toward the center. "So, lemonade and things first? Where'd you want to go?"

[slayerbarbie]

Hmm, I tried to remember where that little quick stop place was, I think it was like ahead of us on the right or something. Pointing ahead, I sat up a little more in my seat, trying to see better.

"I think it's up here. A little shop, it has lemonade and stuff, I just wanted to get a jug so I had something to drink while I was like painting." Looking over at him, I gave him a smile. "Which is going to be so fun and I wore shorts so you couldn't throw paint at me, you know, if you're into that sort of thing," I teased. I just didn't like the feel of dried paint on my legs. Then again, I never really had dried paint on my legs and I don't want to start either.

"Hey," I said and moved over a bit, bringing my legs up and wrapping my arms around them. "You think on your first night when you get all the furniture and everything is set up ... can I stay the night with you?" I asked him. I knew we were taking things slow, but I had to be here the first night, I wanted him to share ... whatever with someone and I'd rather him share it with me.

"We can watch movies and eat popcorn and hang out and stuff. What do you think?"

[watcher_pryce]

Nodding at her directions, I turn the car toward where she was pointing. A little shop. Was there such a thing as a little shop in the states? I think I'm about to find out. Slowing down when we hit Main Street, not that it's terribly busy but why take a chance, I glance over at her.

"Why would I want to throw paint at you?" I ask rather perplexed. Is that supposed to be fun? Sounds to me like a lot of hassle, not to mention rather expensive. Seems a waste of money for good paint. No, I don't think I'll be throwing paint at her. "Now water while working in the garden? That's a whole different mater."

Trying to maintain my serious expression is hard, especially when she grins at me. Ah. Well. I think I'll have to try that out one time then. Water fights, unlike paint fights, do sound fun. Especially on those extremely hot days.

As I park the car at the shop she had pointed out, I try to picture our first night at my place. Watching movies and eating popcorn. Sounds like what we did in Los Angeles. Only...I suppose I should get myself a television in order to do that.

"Well," getting out of the car, I give her a mischievous grin. "If you can get us a television, you've got yourself a date." Winking, I close the door and make my way over to the other side.

[watcher_pryce]

Oh dear god no, she’s not going to make me watch that movie again is she? I know she likes ti and all that, but really. Twenty times is enough. Alright, slightly exaggerated but it was quite a lot. And apparently it showed on my face, because she just giggle. Giving her a crooked smile of my own, I slip my arm around her shoulders as she slides her arms around my hips.

Then I raise my eyebrows as she calls me her…boyfriend. Am I? Her boyfriend. I have to grin at that thought, a small tingle of nerves going up my spine. Except that they’re the good kind of nerves. And I have to resist the urge to run around in circles yelling on the top of my lungs that she called me her boyfriend. And she thinks. I’m doing wonderful to.

And where did she run off to so fast? That’s…confusing again. She’s so damn confusing!

Shaking my head, I follow her inside and shrug at her question. “Don’t they have a more manly colour,” I joke…mostly. Seriously now, pink lemonade? I don’t think so.

“I’ll have the yellow one. It’ll go with our paint.”

[slayerbarbie]

“It’s lemonade, Wes,” I said and gave him a raised eyebrow. Didn’t he know about that at least? I would think he would considering he’s been living in America for some time now. Does England not have lemonade? I don’t know if I could live in a place that didn’t have lemonade. It’s yummy and refreshing and … yeah. I really like it.

“I’ll get you the ‘yellow’ one and I will have pink lemonade.” Grabbing the two cartons, I gave him a smile before bumping my hip against his. “Weirdo.”

We walked to the front of the store after looking for anything else that we might need. I paid for the lemonade and then we were back at the van, heading back to his warehouse of a house so we could get the painting on.

“So …” I started and glanced over at him shyly as he drove. “Are you my boyfriend? Cause that would be nice. And if you’re not well … that’ll be nice too cause I like hanging out with you, but I have to say that if you’re not my boyfriend, you can’t have my goodies whenever you want.” Smiling at him, I waited for his answer. This was … well, to the point. If he wanted it, it was there. If he didn’t, then that’s okay. I guess. But, I’d rather have it the first way. The whole boyfriend thing.