Title: The Perfect date
Author: Michael Dunbar
E-mail:mutant190583@yahoo.com
Summary: I dunno…….. maybe "The Perfect date"
Timeline: 10 years into the Future
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It wasn't supposed to go like this; it wasn't supposed to be nice, cosy or any other type of word you can relate to a great date. It was supposed to be a 10 minute ordeal where I say to him "Sorry Xander but I just don't feel anything for you" but not everything goes as planned.
We are best friends and have been for a while now, the others had drifted slightly from us but we can still be classed as friends.
Willow a corporate executive for some large computer firm making deals in the millions, that's why we don't see much of her anymore.
Anya, she's a mother. Those words don't seem to work correctly, Anya and mother. But she's a great one which is the most surprising fact because I still remember her playing "life" that many years ago and wanting to change her children for more money. But I know now that she wouldn't trade her kids for the entire wealth of the earth and she'd die for each and every one of them.
Amy, she disappeared from Sunnydale years ago and moved to LA, I hear she's doing well and is friends with Cordelia.
Dawn, she's around all the time. I can feel her. She died 5 years ago from some demon's skewer. I blamed Xander, he chose to save me instead of her, he even took a stab in the gut for me but I didn't want to know him for ages afterwards.
My life, I always thought it not important, a non entity, that my friend's lives were much more important than mine. But I guess that I never thought anyone considered my life worth more than some other persons. That Xander considered my life more important than my own sister's life and he had to choose. I remember hitting him and hitting him afterwards, I beat him up quite badly by all accounts because you see I don't remember much just the anger and the feel of the boiling blood pressing against the insides of my skin.
I forgave him though although there was nothing really to forgive, he did what he had to I suppose. I remember walking into the magic box and finding him sitting there crying, his eyes streaming with tears and I hugged him and told him it was okay and that I didn't blame him, that I loved him.
We rebuilt our lives and a few days ago Xander asked me out, it just popped out of nowhere.
The torch that I thought was long burnt out had obviously been relit and was stronger than ever.
We were in the magic box alone, ever since a few years back we are the only ones ever in there anymore.
We were researching something, nothing important, just a vampire getting way above his station once more.
Xander kept looking my way but I decided to be oblivious, if he wanted to ask me something he knows he can. We are best friends now, if I ever need a shoulder to cry on I'd go to him and vice versa.
I was reading something boring in a big brown rustic looking book and I heard a slam as Xander shut his book; I looked over a quizzical look on my face. He was rubbing his hands together nervously and I couldn't help but smile.
"Buffy" he says with a husked voice as if it took lots of energy and focus to produce my name.
"Yea Xan?"
"Hmm I need to ask you something… Something important" He says and presses his hands on the table "but I need you to promise that you'll give it a go before I ask"
"What?" I replied wondering what he was on about.
"Just promise… Please?"
The pleading look on his face made me agree before he actually spoke so I nodded my head "Okay…"
"Good… Now remember ages ago when you first came to Sunnydale and the day you were going to fight the master?"
"Of course" I say with a grin "Who could forget that?"
He smiles slightly "Well I need to ask you the same question I did then"
Searching my mind I tried to remember that day, Xander sat across from me in the quad looking as nervous as he does in the magic box and the words that came out of his mouth came back to my mind.
"Um... You know, Buffy, uh, Spring Fling is a... time for students to gather and... Oh, God! (takes a breath) Buffy, I want you to go to the dance with me. You and me, on a date."
I also remember turning him down. My eyes scanned Xander's and I saw the nervousness in his eyes and on his features and I chose this time to give him a chance at least, to give him one date is all.
So here we sit in a French restaurant, very upscale as well and I'm having a good time. I'm having a fantastic time as I listen to him talk and joke and be the Xander that he's always been, be the good friend and play the perfect date. But we aren't playing, it isn't a game and I can feel myself more drawn into him now, drawn into his charm.
Maybe this is the way Willow felt all those years back, maybe she actually loved him and he ignored her feelings. I can say I've never felt this way, never felt quite as happy as I do now, while I'm on a date with my best friend.
I'm already thinking about the next date.
Author: Michael Dunbar
E-mail:mutant190583@yahoo.com
Summary: I dunno…….. maybe "The Perfect date"
Timeline: 10 years into the Future
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It wasn't supposed to go like this; it wasn't supposed to be nice, cosy or any other type of word you can relate to a great date. It was supposed to be a 10 minute ordeal where I say to him "Sorry Xander but I just don't feel anything for you" but not everything goes as planned.
We are best friends and have been for a while now, the others had drifted slightly from us but we can still be classed as friends.
Willow a corporate executive for some large computer firm making deals in the millions, that's why we don't see much of her anymore.
Anya, she's a mother. Those words don't seem to work correctly, Anya and mother. But she's a great one which is the most surprising fact because I still remember her playing "life" that many years ago and wanting to change her children for more money. But I know now that she wouldn't trade her kids for the entire wealth of the earth and she'd die for each and every one of them.
Amy, she disappeared from Sunnydale years ago and moved to LA, I hear she's doing well and is friends with Cordelia.
Dawn, she's around all the time. I can feel her. She died 5 years ago from some demon's skewer. I blamed Xander, he chose to save me instead of her, he even took a stab in the gut for me but I didn't want to know him for ages afterwards.
My life, I always thought it not important, a non entity, that my friend's lives were much more important than mine. But I guess that I never thought anyone considered my life worth more than some other persons. That Xander considered my life more important than my own sister's life and he had to choose. I remember hitting him and hitting him afterwards, I beat him up quite badly by all accounts because you see I don't remember much just the anger and the feel of the boiling blood pressing against the insides of my skin.
I forgave him though although there was nothing really to forgive, he did what he had to I suppose. I remember walking into the magic box and finding him sitting there crying, his eyes streaming with tears and I hugged him and told him it was okay and that I didn't blame him, that I loved him.
We rebuilt our lives and a few days ago Xander asked me out, it just popped out of nowhere.
The torch that I thought was long burnt out had obviously been relit and was stronger than ever.
We were in the magic box alone, ever since a few years back we are the only ones ever in there anymore.
We were researching something, nothing important, just a vampire getting way above his station once more.
Xander kept looking my way but I decided to be oblivious, if he wanted to ask me something he knows he can. We are best friends now, if I ever need a shoulder to cry on I'd go to him and vice versa.
I was reading something boring in a big brown rustic looking book and I heard a slam as Xander shut his book; I looked over a quizzical look on my face. He was rubbing his hands together nervously and I couldn't help but smile.
"Buffy" he says with a husked voice as if it took lots of energy and focus to produce my name.
"Yea Xan?"
"Hmm I need to ask you something… Something important" He says and presses his hands on the table "but I need you to promise that you'll give it a go before I ask"
"What?" I replied wondering what he was on about.
"Just promise… Please?"
The pleading look on his face made me agree before he actually spoke so I nodded my head "Okay…"
"Good… Now remember ages ago when you first came to Sunnydale and the day you were going to fight the master?"
"Of course" I say with a grin "Who could forget that?"
He smiles slightly "Well I need to ask you the same question I did then"
Searching my mind I tried to remember that day, Xander sat across from me in the quad looking as nervous as he does in the magic box and the words that came out of his mouth came back to my mind.
"Um... You know, Buffy, uh, Spring Fling is a... time for students to gather and... Oh, God! (takes a breath) Buffy, I want you to go to the dance with me. You and me, on a date."
I also remember turning him down. My eyes scanned Xander's and I saw the nervousness in his eyes and on his features and I chose this time to give him a chance at least, to give him one date is all.
So here we sit in a French restaurant, very upscale as well and I'm having a good time. I'm having a fantastic time as I listen to him talk and joke and be the Xander that he's always been, be the good friend and play the perfect date. But we aren't playing, it isn't a game and I can feel myself more drawn into him now, drawn into his charm.
Maybe this is the way Willow felt all those years back, maybe she actually loved him and he ignored her feelings. I can say I've never felt this way, never felt quite as happy as I do now, while I'm on a date with my best friend.
I'm already thinking about the next date.
