My first OZ/Willow fic! Yay! Please b nice, NO FLAMES!
Disclaimer: I don't own Willow, Oz, Kennedy, Xander, Buffy or ne other Joss Whedon characters. I also don't own the song Mr. James Dean; it belongs to Hilary Duff and Co.
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The Real Thing
Willow sat in a public library flipping through a pile of books. Sunlight shone through a library window causing her hair to appear on fire. She paused in her reading and glanced around, looking for someone. After a moment her head was bowed down over the book once more. A small thump caused her head to jerk up. Smiling sheepishly by a fallen book was a short boy with auburn hair. Willow stared at him for a moment before shaking her head; I almost thought he was Oz for a minute there. The thought of Oz made her smile, he had been her first ever boyfriend. I don't think Xander counts, we were five after all. She missed Oz.
All the Kings horses
Wouldn't make me believe
Even when the walls came crashing down
You still will never be
A rebel without a cause
A rebel to the first degree
Why don't you stop trying so hard?
Cause there's no men man enough to be
She thought of what Oz had said about her waiting for him. I was waiting, I still am. Tara was right to fear that she was just a college thing. I don't think I would have been happy with her like I was with Oz. I would have dumped her after a few years. Her smile widened, there's no one like my Oz. Then her face fell and she frowned. But Oz may not be waiting for me. He's probably moved on by now, a new girlfriend. Willow's face turned to one of pure horror and her mouth fell open, What if he's married? She shook her head furiously and grimaced, no don't think about that Willow. He can't be married, can he? Oz wouldn't get married would he? Not without me he wouldn't. At least, I don't think he would. Willow tried to shrug off the awful and pasted a bright smile on her face. No one would marry Oz any way. He's too quiet, and, and… he plays the guitar! Nobody in their right mind would marry a guitarist, Willow's smile disappeared and she banged her head on the table, nobody except me and any girl with eyes.
Another James Dean'
You're nothing like him
So don't call me friend
Cuz you're nothing like me
Even when the world stops turning
There will never be another James Dean
Willow sighed and buried her head in her hands, time to stop dreaming Willow. You lost Oz, you lost Tara, and you dumped Kennedy. A/N srry K/W fans, OZ RULES! and you don't even live on the hellmouth anymore. Well, I had a good reason for dumping Kennedy. Oh? And what was that? Didn't you hear what she said to me? Tara wasn't happy about my magic but she never yelled at me. How was I supposed to be happy with some one who hates my magic? Willow picked up her stack of books and headed for the main desk. She smiled at the Librarian and handed her the books. "Hi, do you have any books on Werewolves?" The Librarian paused in thought. Then she looked at Willow and said, "In the children's section. Would you like to see them?" Willow shook her head and watched the lady checkout the rest of her books. Guess I'll have to try a different Library.
All the faces you're making
Save it for the scene
All the people you're faking
Why was it only me
I saw right through your eyes
And you're just not so deep
I've had too many cries
Mr. Prince Charming, sorry you could never be
Willow slipped her books into her big messenger bag and headed out the door. Once outside she paused again, looking around for someone. Weird, I keep getting this feeling that someone's watching me. She frowned and took another look around; maybe I'm just being paranoid. Shaking off the feeling Willow strode off down the street for her car. Then she drove off in the direction of the other Library. This Library was bigger, so in conclusion, more books. After the Librarian set her in the right direction willow paused to think. Okay, why am I looking for books on werewolves? Because my boyfriend was one. Okay, he's no longer your boyfriend, so why are you really looking for them? I don't know. Yes, you do. No I don't, you know what? Let's not have this argument; I'm looking for Werewolf books and that's that. Willow looked around her, she was in the history section, oops, wrong section. As she turned around to leave she saw a short boy with light brown hair walk around a bookshelf. Wha… Oz? No can't be. Even as her brain said no, her body started off after the boy. NO, come on Willow not again. Every time we see some one who looks kinda like Oz, off we go. And you end up hurt. You must stop. But her feet would not listen; they carried her on, after the boy in the distance.
Another James Dean'
You're nothing like him
So don't call me friend
Cuz you're nothing like me
Even when the world stops turning
There will never be another James Dean
Willow started into a jog; she couldn't seem to catch up with the boy. He was walking normally, but she was still so far behind him. I should stop right now, please feet, stop. As he turned the corner of a bookshelf she caught a glimpse of black finger nail polish, and blonde highlights. "Please, wait for me!" the boy showed no sign that he had heard her. They were deep in the stacks now; it was dimmer, so far away from the windows. No one else was back here, only a girl with short red hair and a boy with brown hair and highlights. Willow rounded the bookshelf and froze, he was gone. Where did he go? Why did he go? Willow looked around in confusion, "Hello? Is any one there?" Again Willow felt a shiver go up her spine and the hair on the back of her neck prickle. Now I know someone is watching me. "Hello? Please come out. This isn't funny!"
Here we are
Face to face
Same energy
You and me
Don't wanna be
Enemies
Here we are
Face to Face
Same energy
You and me
Don't wanna be
Enemies
Willow heard footsteps behind her and whorled around, no one was there. A hand touched her shoulder, she bolted. As she ran she heard the footsteps behind her, but she didn't turn around this time. She ran around a shelf and crouched down on the floor, hiding. The footsteps were slow, steady. In only a few more steps they would find her. Willow squeezed her eyes shut and waited. "Willow?" Her eyes flew open and she stared up at the face in front of her, a face she didn't think she would ever see again. Oz smiled at the expression on her face, "Hey, you okay?"
Willow gaped at him, "Yes, I'm okay. Are you okay? What are you doing here? Where have you been? I haven't seen you in years. What's going on? Are you married? Please don't be married."
Oz smiled at the Willow babble, it was good to hear it again. Then he frowned, "Married? Why would I be married?"
Willow turned red and looked at her feet and muttered something. Oz leaned forward, "What was that? I didn't catch it."
Willow, if possible, turned even redder, "I said, never mind."
It was quiet in the stacks, not much sound could be heard. And dark, evening was here and the sun was setting. No one was back there, only and red haired girl kissing a brown haired boy.
Now you move to the next set…Next town…Next girl
Have fun Baby, I'm taking back my world
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What ya think? Good? Yes? Good. Should it be a 1-shot? Or should I rite more? O and what do u think of the song? Did it fit? Should I have used another one?
