Author: AbbyCadabra
Title: The Way Her Mind Works
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters.
Comments: This is just a little dialouge fic cause I'm bored and have nothing to do. Hope you enjoy!

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“Angel.”

“Cordy?”

“I’m bored.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Let’s do something.”

“Let’s not.”

“What do you want to do?”

“Well since I was reading this book, before someone interrupted, I think I’d like to keep reading it.”

“Oh… Angel?”

“Yes, Cordy?”

“How many books have you read?”

“What?”

“Jeez, you don’t have to look at me like I’m some sort of circus freak. It’s just a question. Don’t smirk at me, Angel! It’s a good question. Cause, you know, you’re like 250 years old and all you do is read—“

“Hey! Reading isn’t all I do. I fight evil, take care of my son, take care you and Wes and Fred and Gunn…”

“That’s responsibilities and stuff. Like how it’s mandatory for me to bathe nightly. But I don’t go around saying ‘Hi, I’m Cordelia. I’m a full time seer for The Powers That Be. I have a ghost for a roommate and a vampire for a co-worker and I also take a bath every night before I go to bed.’… What? Angel, I’m just saying… All right, already, I’m sorry. Now direct your glare somewhere else. You’re, like, burning a hole through my head… So… how many books have you read?”

“Cordy!”

“Angel!”

“That’s an absurd question! Do expect me to just count up all the books I’ve read in two and half centuries?”

“Would it really be that hard?… Angel stop! Don’t go! There’s no one else here for me to talk to... And while I could talk to the doorknob over there and get just as much stimulating conversation, you’re –- Sorry! -– I’d rather talk with you. I like talking with you.”

“Fine. So talk.”

“Um… So what do you want to talk about?”

“You don’t even know what you want to talk about!”

“I do so! Let’s talk about… Oh! How about ballet?”

“Ballet?”

“Yeah! Have you ever been to one? You should go, cause, you dig all that artsy stuff.”

“I don’t want to talk about ballet.”

“I took ballet. For a long time.”

“Really?”

“Oh, so now you’re interested! What did it for you? The image of me wearing tights, frolicking across a stage?… Are you blushing, Angel?!”

“What? No. I don’t… blush.”

“You blushed!”

“Cordy, it’s impossible for me to blush. Blood doesn’t circulate through my veins, making it impossible for blood to travel to my face. So there. I didn’t blush.”

“Whatever, technical-‘my blood doesn’t circulate’-boy. You so blushed… But if your blood doesn’t circulate… mmfhowdoyougetitupmmf?

“What?”

“Nothing, forget it.”

“No. What’d you say?”

“I forgot… Don’t laugh at me!”

“Now look at who’s blushing!”

“I’ll have you know that Cordelia Chase does not blush, buster.”

“Ok, sure. Whatever you say…”

“Shut up, Angel… Ok, fine. My cheeks may have slightly reddened. I admit it. So you can stop laughing now!”

“I’m sorry… Sorry, that was the last laugh, I swear.”

“Anyways, about the ballet… Angel, don’t roll your eyes. I’m the only person here allowed to do the eye rolling.”

“Let’s not talk about the ballet.”

“I miss it.”

“You miss rolling your eyes?”

“No. Ballet.”

“Dancing or going to one?”

“Both! Jeez, Angel, try to keep up with the conversation here!”

“Ditto!… What’s so funny?”

“You… you… said… ‘Ditto’!”

“Yeah…? I guess I’m just totally missing the humor.”

“No. You said ‘ditto’! That is the humor.”

“Not that funny to me.”

“You never say words like that. What made you say that?”

*mumbles*

“What?”

“I said,…” *mumbles*

“Spit it out, Angel!”

“I said I watched Ghost last night!… Cordy, stop laughing… Cordelia, it’s not that funny… At least remember to breath.”

“Ok. I’m done now.”

“Glad to hear it… I thought you said that you were done.”

“I am! I was just imagining Deniss’s reaction… I won’t laugh at you again. Promise… At least not about watching Ghost.”

“Comforting.”

“Why did you watch it? I mean, chick-flick much?”

“I kinda… I heard you and Fred talking about how it was such a great movie and all. So I thought I’d watch it.”

“I love that movie.”

“Cordy? Hell-o?”

“What?”

“You zoned out.”

“Sorry… Hey, do you still have the movie?”

“Yeah. Why?”

“I’ve got the giganticest urge to watch it.”

“I think you just invented a word.”

“Which one?”

“Giganticest.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah. Not a word.”

“Well, gee, thanks Mr. English-Teacher-Angel. I’ll log that away for future reference.”

“Cordy—“

“The movie?”

“Upstairs under my bed. And don’t laugh.”

“Can I laugh as soon as I’m out of your sight?”

“Go ahead… Cordy, you’re still in my sight!”

“Odd.”

“What? Oh, hey Wes.”

“Hello, Angel.”

“Did you just call Cordy odd?”

“Angel, I couldn’t help but listen in on your conversation with Cordelia. And I just don’t know how you do it.”

“Do what?”

“Make sense out of ‘Cordy Logic.’”

“Years of practice, Wes.”

“Yes, but you start off speaking about books, then move on to ballet and manage to have a sub-conversation about blood circulation at the same time, and end up talking about the movie Ghost and then some word she invented. It’s astounding.”

“Me or her?”

“Both; more so her, though. She invented ‘Cordy Logic,’ after all.”

“Yeah. The way her mind works…”

“Perplexing.”

“Baffling.”

“Bewildering.”

“And completely amazing.”

The End