𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓢𝓽𝓸𝓻𝔂 𝓞𝓯 𝓤𝓼

13 | Loving Someone You Hate For 234- Year-Old Straight Males

"Hello?" a high-pitched female voice called.

The voice was followed by a cold splash of something wet on my face.

Cordelia.

Water.

"Huh?"

"Oh good you're awake! I thought you were gonna be in a coma or something. Emiel wanted to call an ambulance for you. So did Wesley but he's Wesley right? But Angel listened to me cos I'm an OG. This whole thing was my idea you know,"

Her non-stop chatter was making my head ache and I groaned.

"Oh. Right. Maybe I should stop talking. Um...I'll be right back," Cordelia spoke and I opened my eyes a little wider.

I was lying on the sofa downstairs in the office.

Angel's office.

I was awake.

And...that was the last moment of peace I experienced as everything that happened came crashing down on me.

"Oh God," I spoke, sitting upright a little too fast.

A laugh echoed from somewhere nearby me.

"You remember huh?"

Kingsley.

Or...Emiel.

Or whatever I called him in the alleyway.

When we kissed.

Surrounded by demons.

I groaned again, burying my face in my hands.

"You should lie down again," he spoke, casual as ever.

"Lie down ag- What? How is that the first thing you say to me?!" I exclaimed.

"It wasn't. I said 'you remember huh?'. Maybe we should check you for a concussion. Though it probably helped that you collapsed into me," he replied.

I glared over at him.

"I can't believe you,"

"Oh come on L-" he began but cut himself off when he realised what he was about to say.

Lily.

He was going to call me Lily.

We were so messed up we didn't even know what to call each other.

I wailed some stupid, desperate wail, collapsing down onto the sofa again.

"Look. Its okay. We...did something. And stuff happened. And now we have to deal with the after effect of that," he spoke, actually sounding nervous for the first time.

"How is it okay? I'm supposed to hate you!" I cried.

"Well its no easier for me either!" he shouted back.

"I have a cloth-" Cordelia began cheerily before seeing the two of us.

"I'll come back," she spoke, hurrying away.

"You're 234 years old, this ca'nt be your first time doing something like this!" I exclaimed once she was gone.

"Well it's the first time I kissed a girl who hates me!" he retorted.

"Well I don't hate you anymore! Its kinda hard to hate somebody when you know what their lips taste like!"

"What's your problem? You do like men right? Like you aren't a lesbian?"

"What?!" I exclaimed, beyond confused. "No! I like men! I like you Emiel!"

"Oh," he replied, quieter.

"Oh!" he cried with sudden realisation.

Though that look of sudden realisation looked a whole lot like pure terror.

"Well I like you too! Lily!" he screamed.

"Well...I love you!" I screeched, not listening to what I was saying.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah!"

"I love you too!"

"Oh my God," he breathed.

"Mhm," I replied, unable to think in a straight line.

"What um...what happens now?"

"Good question,"

He stared back at me for a long moment.

Grabbing the sides of his face with ferocity I pressed my lips up against his again in desperate, screaming passion.

We pulled away after what felt like an eternity panting for breath.

I stared back at him with his stupid eyes and his stupid face and stupid...God I don't know!

The two of us burst into uncontrollable laughter, nearly falling over.

"Okay giggling Gerties fun time's over," Cordelia snapped, entering the room.

"Oh," I said, trying not to laugh any harder. "Hi,"

Emiel waved which made me laugh again and Cordelia rolled her eyes.

"I never thought I would say this but, where's Wesley when you need him," she commented.

"What's up?" I asked, regaining composure.

My trick was to not look at him, cos I knew he'd be pulling some stupid face.

"Well, I don't know if you remember but you two were almost eaten alive yesterday. By an army of growl demons?" Cordelia exclaimed, raising an eyebrow at us.

"That was yesterday?" I asked and she rolled her eyes.

"Yeah. It's midnight now,"

"Oh my God! I was unconscious for over twelve hours and nobody thought to check if I was alive?!" I cried.

"Hey! What do you think I was doing? I poured water on you seven times before you woke up!" Cordelia exclaimed.

"Did you check for a pulse?!"

"I did," Emiel answered and I looked over at him.

"Really?" I asked, narrowing my eyes, almost disbelieving.

He gave me a lopsided grin.

"Mhm,"

"Oh yeah and you didn't stop saying that either," Cordelia added.

I looked down, embarrassed.

"I remember,"

"Oh good! You don't have a concussion! Wait...who's president?"

I stared back at her.

"Bill Clinton?" I spoke, my tone questioning.

"I don't know. That sounds right," she replied and I laughed.

"What were you two screaming about anyway?" Cordelia asked and I froze, looking over at Emiel.

"Oh...You didn't hear?" I asked.

"No? Why was it juicy?" she replied, grinning wildly at me.

I snorted.

"I don't even know,"

(A/N: Hehehehehe- hope you like it! I had to do some research to find out who the president was in 1999 but we got there lmao. Stay safe and totally tubular and I'll see you in the next one xx)