You Dance
S J Smith
Rating: Teen overall (if you watched the show, you could read these)
Summary: Xander hated dancing.
A.N.: Ficlet written for Xander/Willow with the prompt of "You Dance" by Eastmountainsouth.
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon never writes, he never calls. I'm just borrowing his stuff, okay?
Xander hated dancing. He knew it was a way to get girls; what dope didn't know that? But he felt like he had two left feet and maybe a couple added extra legs when he tried to dance. The best he did was stand there and sort of wiggle and even then, Xander was pretty sure people were making fun of him (notably Queen C and her group of friends). Xander'd wanted to learn how to dance for Buffy – with Buffy – but she just seemed to notice Angel. How fair was that? Tall dark and fangy got the pretty girl and he was left alone.
"You're pouting."
"I don't see what she sees in him, Will!" Xander waved a hand at the dance floor and Buffy and Angel, swaying together.
"You mean, besides the height, good looks, nice clothes and leather pants?" Willow smiled just a little as she asked the question.
Xander bobbed his head in response. "Exactly! He's almost common in his good looks! And here I am, just ready to be the guy Buffy needs, with my stunningly casual Goodwill wardrobe and hair that doesn't stick straight up."
Willow leaned her chin in her hand, considering Xander closely, almost as if she'd never seen him before. Xander almost felt nervous, the way she was looking at him. "You know what you need?" She reached over, taking his wrist.
"Not a dance! Will, no!" Xander whined and protested but let her drag him out onto the floor anyway. Maybe it wasn't swaying up close like he wanted to do with Buffy, but Willow was his best bud and dateless, too.
And the dateless buds always stuck together.