A/N: A friend of mine gave me this idea(=
I DON'T OWN ANYTHING. That includes Crayola as well =p Buffy belongs to Joss. Enjoy!
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8 year-old Willow Rosenberg sat in the second grade room next to her best friend, Xander Harris. They were busy coloring a picture of a flower, and with coloring, comes deep concentration. As Willow carefully colored in the flower with a yellow crayon, she made sure that she didn't get out of the lines. And as Willow concentrated, she stuck her tongue out to the side slightly. Xander, who was replacing the red crayon with a blue one in the Crayola box, looked over at his red-headed friend with a chuckle.
"What?" Willow asked, green eyes glancing up at Xander.
He shook his head. "No, nothing. It's just… you always do that when you're concentrating. It's funny."
She pouted. "It's not that funny."
"Sorry."
She immediately smiled. "Besides, you're gonna have to get used to it if we're gonna get married!"
Xander cocked his eyebrow. "How do you know we're gonna get married?"
"Because we're best friends! Why wouldn't we wanna be married?"
He shrugged. "It's kinda icky to think about all the things we'll have to do."
"Like what?"
He turned a light shade of pink. "Like yucky kissing, that's what!"
Willow playfully rolled her eyes. "C'mon, Xander, it's not that bad. It's just like us going over each other's houses. Y'know, when we hang out and play video games and stuff. Except we live together, and have cars and jobs! Oh, and I also hear my mommy talking about financial crisis's or something like that."
Xander merely grunted.
Willow sighed, finding it hard to get through to her best friend. "But just so you know, I want our wedding to be in the spring. The flowers are so pretty!" she exclaimed.
"I guess."
"And I'll have such a pretty, white dress. And… and you'll have such a handsome tux! What do you think?"
"So long as we skip the kissing part," he said.
Willow giggled, slipping her hand in his. "Silly Xander."
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