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Thank you so much, and sorry for late!!

Chapter 18 (As you’ll notice, I took a lot of stuff directly from BTVS)

Weeks went by and the two couples never forgot to practice together, improving with each passing session. Willow and Buffy had written new songs and the two boys had helped with some of the arrangements. In short, they were becoming a well-integrated group.

Their only trouble was that they had to keep moving their instruments from one house to the other for practices. Well, all houses except for Angel’s flat, because it was a one-room flat, so there wasn’t space there. Plus, it was a rental and the owner of the house didn’t like noise. Angel also had a pretty big and comfy house... but it was in L.A, too far away to even consider using it.

It was an afternoon at the end of November, and Buffy and Willow were waiting for they boyfriends to arrive at Willow’s house for practice as every other week.
“I knew William would be late, because he had to talk with a friend of his, I don’t know what about... Anyway, I didn’t think he would be so late!” the blonde explained, looking at her watch. It was 3: 40 p.m. already and they should have got there at 3:00 p.m.
“I’m not worried, Angel will only arrive to a date on time when one plus one makes three. I still wonder how he managed to do that the first times, maybe he just wanted to impress me!” the redhead laughed, leaving her place in front of the window, as soon as she heard a car arrive.
In fact, it was until she saw Angel arrive high speeding and parking near the gate, with a resounding shriek.
“Do you think that is the way to drive?” Willow snapped, rushing outside as Buffy followed her.
“Well, I admit I was a little bit reckless, but I couldn’t wait to give you the incredible news!” he answered, giving her a quick kiss. “Well... where’s William?” he asked Buffy, since he saw him nowhere.
“He’ll be here soon... at least I hope he will!” she answered, looking at her watch for the umpteenth time.
“Well, in the meantime I can tell you both the news. C’mon, let’s get inside!” he exhorted them.


They didn’t have time to sit down, because the noise of screeching brakes drew everybody’s attention, and they ran outside to see what had happen.
“What is going on? Is it the Worldwide Cowboy Driver Day and someone forgot to tell us?” Buffy snapped, astonished when she realized that the ‘Cowboy’ was none other than her William.
“What, but mostly HOW MUCH did you drink to make you drive as a mad man?” the girl accused him, with her hands on her hips.
“I’m bloody sober, sunshine, it’s just that I couldn’t wait to be here, you have no idea what I’m about to tell you!” the blond justified, locking his car and coming in with the others.
“Well, we’ll keep having no idea for now, because first you gotta listen to me!” Angel reminded everyone, maybe a little jealous due to the fact that now William was the center of the attention.
“Yeah right, honey, tell us the great news!” Willow incited him, ruffling his hair, making Angel extremely annoyed at her.
“How many times do I have to tell you? My hair is off-limits when it’s styled with hair gel!”! he grumbled, fixing it.
“So, I suppose you *never* can touch it then!” Buffy whispered to her friend, chuckling.
“He acts this way now, but under the covers I can play with it as much as I please, even putting one of my hair grips on it and, trust me, my stud lets me do that without protesting!” the other girl answered the same way.
Angel cleared his throat to regain the girls’ attention, and they felt like two schoolmates blamed by their teacher because they chatted during his lesson.

“Well, this morning I met my ex-girlfriend...”
“YOU WHAT?!” Willow rumbled. “Since when do you have an ex? And since when dating her is the most normal thing to do? The hell with your ‘don’t ruffle my hair’, I’m going to shave your head now!” she threatened him.
“No, baby, you misunderstood, it wasn’t a date, it wasn’t something planned...” Angel hurried to clear that point, as Buffy and William tried to picture him bald in their heads. “Anya and I had a little relationship, but it was nothing serious, it didn’t even last for more than three months. We are too different, she is so bizarre, eccentric, chaotic... while I like calmer girls, just like you, my dear love!” he went on, pulling Willow towards him and kissing her. “Although... when you want... you’re anything but calm!” he whispered in her ear, and then he kissed her again, with more passion, forgetting about who was watching them.

“Hey, snoggers, quit it!” Buffy made fun of them.
Willow parted from Angel.
“Well, well, let’s hear * who* is talking now! I had to bear the moon eyes William and you made at each other, and all your simpering ways for weeks and weeks without uttering a single protest. So, if you don’t mind, now it’s my turn!” Willow struck back, rubbing her face against Angel’s as she held him tight.
The brunette resumed talking.
“Anyway, we are still good friends, and she just moved into this town, too, you know. So, she owns an esoteric shop and sometimes we meet on the street, as it happened today...”
“Hey, Gel-Boy, let’s cut to the chase. I really don’t care about the esoteric girl’s stuff!” William snapped, annoyed because he still had to wait to tell everyone what he could hardly hold in any longer.
But since the girls wanted to know what Angel would say, his harsh attempt of interruption brought him to have Buffy’s elbow pinned on his stomach.
Angel was in the limelight.
“Truth is that Anya has a passion for music and she sang in a hard-rock band, ‘The Vengeance Demons’...” Angel explained. “But you’re very much better, baby!” he added immediately, turning to his Willow. “I used past tense because her band split out about a month ago, but the most important part is that they have a private sound studio, and now that they don’t use it anymore, they could sell it to us at a very reasonable price. And also convenient, since it’s located less than ten minutes in car from here!” the brunette concluded.
Willow jumped on him, wrapping her hands around his neck, as Buffy screamed joyfully, but then she became serious and upset.
“Well, I’m sorry for your friend... a band that splits out is always a sad thing...”
“Don’t be sad. Look, Anya was just waiting for that to happen! She had been thinking for a while about a career as a soloist. She already has picked up a stage-name, Anyanka, it sounds so good...” Angel commented, but Willow’s annoyed look made him understand it was better to quit with the ‘Anya’ topic as soon as possible.

“Why aren’t you exulting, Bleached?” Angel turned to William, because the blond had confined himself just to smile after hearing his tale.
“What can I say? It’s good to know that..” the blond struck back, determined not to give him any slightest satisfaction.
“That’s it? Can’t you show a little more enthusiasm?” Angel protested.
“You know, a private sound studio will come in handy, now that we have A PAID GIG!” William informed them, increasing the girls’ cheering screams, who by then, had started jumping up and down as two children.
“Tell us everything, love!” Buffy exclaimed, kissing her boyfriend.
Right then *they * were the snoggers.
“It’s on the Bronze...” William started to explain.
“Yeah, I know that place. Will, I’ve brought you there a couple of times, remember?” Angel cut him off and the redhead nodded.
“Well, that’s better! First, a certain Glory owned it, or as I mockingly called her, the Goddess of Bad Home Perms, you should have seen her, she was so...”
“Now, it’s you the one who doesn’t cut to the chase!” Angel grumbled.
“Touché. Ok, that woman was unbearable and she was very selective about the bands she allowed to play there, in a word, just the recommended ones. But luckily, this summer she left the Bronze in her brother’s hands, Clem, and you know what? He happens to be a big friend of mine. I’ve been trying to persuade him into let us play for nearly a month... and he finally accepted. So, let’s get ready, because next weekend we’ll have our debut there!” William concluded.
The girls were delighted once again.
“William, you’re great!” they exclaimed at the same time. Angel didn’t want to give William the satisfaction of seeing how happy he was, and boy, was he happy!
“Private studio room...” Angel hummed, crossing his arms.
“Angel, you’re great, too!” the two girls added.
“Gig...” the blond hummed back.
Buffy and Willow didn’t know who to hail the most.

“Wait, people, we’re just missed a thing. Clem wants to put a headline board outside the Bronze to let people know about our performance, but we haven’t decided the name for our band, yet...” William made them notice and the others nodded. “So, c’mon, let’s cudgel and do a little brainstorming, because the name has got to be decided today!” William added.
There were some minutes of intense concentration and then Willow talked first.
“I’d like ‘Scooby Band’...” she suggested shyly.
The two boys grimaced in total disgust as Buffy looked at her in disbelief.
“Will... it seems a bit childish... plus, that name makes me think of that stupid big dog... Eeeww! We need something more impressing...” the blonde commented.
“I got it, ‘Hellmouth’!” William exclaimed electrified as ever.
“I don’t dislike it at all...” Angel approved, patting his shoulder.
Willow shook her head in disappointment.
“I said *impressing*, not *violent*!” Buffy stated.
“What about ‘Scourge of Europe?’” Angel suggested.
“What part of ‘not violent’ didn’t you get?” Willow grumbled, rolling her eyes.
“Why... of Europe?” Buffy wondered.
“I don’t know... it ‘s just came out of my mouth...” Angel murmured.
“I liked it, buddy!” William showed his masculine solidarity, patting him back.
“Hey, pet, since you have bloody criticized everything we’ve said, why don’t you try to pick up a name?” William challenged her.
“Well, I don’t know. Maybe it’s because fate made us meet... that I think fate chose us... but the name ‘Chosen Ones’ inspire me so much...”
The others looked at her stunned, without saying a word, and Buffy got ready for the tons of bad critics she’d probably get. Instead, she just heard a weak clapping soming from Willow, and then more stronger ones from Angel and William, too.
The blond guy spoke for everyone.
“It fits us to a T, it’s impressing... and easy to remember. Hell yeah, I like it! That’s it, from now on we will be the ‘Chosen Ones’!”

TBC

I hope you’ll still like it. Anyway, just out of curiosity… what name would you’ve picked up for the band? Willow’s, William’s, Angel’s or Buffy’s proposals? ;-)





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