So, I'm not doing much writing lately, but, uh, this idea is bugging the shit out of me, so it's either let this get in the way of me actually updating my other stuff, or just get it out of my system, and add it to the stack--Obviously, I've chosen the stack….not sure if it's a one chapter thing, or a story thing, 'cause I'm sort of just sitting down and writing it without any real planning, which is very rare for me of late. Anyways, let me know what you guys think. Thanks for reading--*ThomThom*

Chapter One: Best Friends…Forever?

Buffy looked at herself in the mirror, pulling at her blue green blouse slightly, thinking that maybe she wasn't as good with the iron as she had thought. Her jeans looked one hundred percent straight, but her shirt just wasn't getting on the straight train….thinking that exactly, she laughed slightly, considering what her outing was about to entail, and then again when she thought about the fact that it had been Willow who had ironed her pants, after she had watched Buffy fail at her own attempt. However, after the redhead displayed the correct way to iron, the iron was given to Buffy for the top half of her outfit, which had gone…well, obviously, it had not gone as well as she hoped. Deciding that there was no way she was going to go back to the ironing board, pretty much for the rest of her life, she simply sighed, knowing that that was the best she was going to get from the tugging solution, which had been no solution at all. So, after looking herself over one last time, she walked out of her bedroom, and after walking a bit down the hallway, and a few turns, she made her way down the stairs knowing that Willow was probably waiting for her.

And she had been right, seeing Buffy head down the stairs, Willow stood up from the couch, "Funny how it took you longer to get ready," she said, her breathing slightly off, do to her nervousness, "Now, I'm all, nope, don't wanna go. How about we stay home and eat lots of kettle corn and watch something funny--Something that won't make me pee my pants like going out to--"

"No, no staying home," Buffy said, with a slight scowl. She walked over to her best friend, stopping in front of her, still with the same expression, "Now I know you're a bundle of nerves here, but popcorn land called, and they're running low on the kettle corn, so too bad, 'cause you're not one to eat tons of the salty variety," after Willow nodded, and groaned in a whiny child like, Buffy looked her friend over, "You look nice," she smiled.

Willow looked down at herself, taking in the sight of her the tight black blouse, cutting a little low, and then at her dark jeans, "Really?" she frowned, "I think I wore this the other day…." she sighed, "Buffy, I really don't want to do this--It's too soon, I-I can't."

The slayer shook her head, "Six months is not too soon--Not for you to just go out and have a good time. We're not going so you can meet anyone, Will, we're going to you can get out of the house, and enjoy yourself."

"A nice walk through the park could do the trick, tomorrow maybe?" she suggest with a obviously forced smile, and her brows risen, "There's the trees and the squirrels, and grass--I like grass."

Frowning, Buffy laughed, "Okay, and that's great, but I'm not thinking that going to the park is really and outing--You need music, lots of people," her friends face showed dread just at the thought of any sort of club, or bar, and Buffy truly understood why it sounded so terrifying, but there was no way she was going to let Willow spend yet another day in the house, "Oh, oh, and there's alcohol," she added, "Not that you're a drunk, but you do enjoy a good martini or two from what I remember."

"True," the redhead shrugged, "But, martini's can be made at home--We can do that here, so let's just stay here, and--" before she knew it, Buffy was pulling her towards the door, despite her continuing to say that she didn't want to leave--That she wasn't ready, which she truly felt, "Please," she said, almost in a completely desperate tone, but she had been getting out of leaving the house for the last six months, and it seemed that her best friend was no longer willing to listen to her whining, and pleading. However, Willow could not stop herself from trying to get out of their plans. When Buffy opened the front door, still pulling her along, Willow grabbed the door frame with one of her hands, "No, I don't wanna--Please?"

"Will, I cannot believe you are acting like this--I swear you've reverted, and landed back in toddlerville," she sighed, "I get that you're still in the whole healing heart area, but you've got to at least start to try to move forward. Even just a little bit will help….a few martinis, a few good laughs, maybe some scanning of the room--Simply for judging purposes," she added, quickly, "then we can come back here and I'll reveal where I've been hiding the kettle corn."

"Oh, I knew it," Willow exclaimed. After a moment, she let go of the door frame, and then closed the door, "Fine, let's just--Let's just get this done and over with, then."

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Kennedy walked out of her room quickly, and headed over to Faith's, not bothering to knock at all before entering the other slayer's room, "Faith, what the hell are you doing in here? We're not going to the fucking royal palace, so hurry the fuck up," she walked up behind the other brunette, who was pulling on a red tank in front of the mirror, "What the hell is taking so long, when all you're wearing is your usual attire?" she asked.

"Why are you in such a rush?" the older of them asked, "It's not like the place isn't gonna be there when we get there, so just chill, all right? Christ--Just 'cause you're ready to get yourself back on the market--"

"No, this is not just a simple back on the market kind of thing. This is a 'finally' getting back on the market type of thing, after a hell of a long relationship ended, so yeah, it's a bit of celebration in my head, and I'm ready to do the actual celebrating. Do you know how long it's been, since--"

"Yeah, 'cause you've been bitchy ever since," Faith interrupted, "Lucky for you, I can cut you some slack seeing the circumstances," after grabbing her jean jacket off of her bed, she looked over at her best friend, though using that term was always going to be weird for her, "You sure you're ready for this? I mean what you and Red had was--"

"Well, that's over and done with," Kennedy shrugged, "And I'm ready to move on. No point in sitting around moping, and whining all the time. I'm thinking I took a long enough time to let myself get it back together, and now that I'm a whole puzzle again, instead of it's five hundred pieces, I want to go out and have some fun. If you'd rather sit around thinking about my ex, go ahead, but it makes you look a little weird, just to let you know."

After a moment of just silent staring, daring look in both of their eyes, Faith tilted her head to the side, a grin spreading across her face, "I've never been one to say no to a good time."

Kennedy laughed, "That's 'cause you're a slut. Let's go," she left the room, knowing that Faith would be following behind her, and headed towards the door. Spotting Dawn lying down, seeing that the young woman's door was open, Kennedy poked her head in, looking around at the various books everywhere with a frown, "You sure you don't want to come? Sure it'll only be a bunch of chicks, but you never know, you might find one that you will wanna have a good time with," she grinned, "The books will be here when you get back."

Dawn moved the book she had been looking at over, and rose from her bed, walking over with a straight face. She put her hand on her door, "Some of us have tests that won't involve breathing in a tube that determines whether we'll be spending the night at home or behind bars," she looked at the both of them for a moment, "Don't be all loud when you get back," with that, she closed the door on the both of them.

"We've got to take her out after her exams, she's a little wound, don't you think?" Kennedy asked, as her and Faith continued towards the door, "Oh well, just means that I won't have to worry about anyone that's from Sunnydale scolding me for moving forward instead of lingering on the past. That is, unless you plan to keep being a pain in my ass."

"Nope, I'm done with the friend routine. Once we walk into that club your emotions are your business. I'll be beating to my own drum, scouting, possibly getting lucky, depending on how well things look when I get there. You just make sure that you don't go all, never mind I'm not ready, once we get there," she paused, "But if you do--"

"Shut, it--"

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Buffy and Willow sat at the bar of the club, watching as their second drinks of the night were being mixed. There hadn't been many words to come from the redhead, but Buffy sensed that her nerves had calmed slightly, and even though it was probably because of the alcohol, she was glad to see that. Ever since Willow and Kennedy had broken up, the redhead hadn't really done much other than sit around the house, or sitting alone in her room for hours at a time, making everyone worry even more. It had been a complicated break up, and Buffy knew that, though she hadn't really gotten Willow to fully go into detail of the sudden end of a relationship she thought had been going well, but she knew that moping around wasn't going to do her best friend any good. She knew that that would only push Willow further and further into her thoughts, and those surely weren't happy ones at the moment.

"Look at us, all out and about together," the slayer finally said, "This isn't so bad, is it? Sure, it's a little crowded, but things are going well, so far. There's music, more of the cheery variety, if you count the slight raunchy innuendo of it cheery 'cause it certainly isn't all sad, and…." she shook her head, "We have great music, and we're both on our second drink--"

"So we can leave?" Willow asked, looking to her friend, who had an expression that definitely said 'no' to her disappointment, "Oh, come on Buffy, this just isn't--It isn't making me feel any better. I'm more of stay at home type, and though that no longer includes any sort of cuddling, or…anything of the physical variety, I'd rather be there, then getting physical by means of accidentally rubbing up against people, and having them think that I want to dance with them, which was horrifying by the way."

Trying to keep herself from laughing, thinking of the expression that had been on Willow's face when they had first arrived, and the redhead had gotten herself into that situation, along with the babbling that had followed, when she explained to the woman that she hadn't meant it in a 'I want to dance' sort of way--Buffy put her hand over her mouth, and averted her eyes. When the bartender poured their drinks into their glasses, she finally looked back to her friend, "Well, at least we know that you're still the accidental attractive type," she shrugged, before taking a small swallow of her drink, but as soon as she did, she nearly spat it out, spotting a familiar face during the one second that a couple seemed to separate from each other. She looked to Willow, who luckily was not looking at, because her wide eyed expression would have easily given off the fact that something was wrong. Clearing hear throat, she stood up, "I'm gonna try to get to the bathroom," she started to walk away after Willow said okay, but turned back quickly, "Don't drink it," she said, knowing full well that the other woman wasn't exactly good at holding her liquor.

Grunting as she made her way through the crowd, being bumped into repeatedly, Buffy tried to walk as fast as she could, hoping that she had not seen who she had thought she'd seen, or that if she had that they hadn't roamed to another part of the club, therefore becoming impossible to find. Lucky for her, she spotted who she was looking for, knowing them even from behind, "Faith," she yelled.

Not really fully thinking, due to the fact that she was busy dancing with someone, Faith simply looked over her shoulder to see who was calling her, "Oh hey, B," she said, before turning her attention back to the body moving against hers, but after realizing who she had just said 'hey' to, she turned around quickly, her eyes wide, just as Buffy's had been when she had spotted her, "B, what the hell are you doing here? Last time I checked, you were not living on this side of the tracks," she paused for a moment, "Unless--"

"Faith, seriously," she pulled the slayer off to the side, saying excuse us to whoever it was that Faith had been dancing with. Once they weren't surrounded on all sides, Buffy stopped walking, and turned to face Faith, "Please tell me that you're here alone?"

She grinned, "Define alone--" seeing that Buffy hadn't really been seeming to respond to what she was saying, Faith frowned, "Wait, why are you here, again?" she asked, definitely more seriously than she had asked before. But, she didn't need to wait for an answer, 'cause it hit her dead in the face when she happened to glance over and see Willow at the bar, "Oh shit…"

"Oh shit is right," Buffy nodded, "That is if I'm right in assuming that you know who is here too," Faith gave her a look, which she first didn't get, "What? Oh, we're not aloud to say her name at the house--Kennedy, is she here?"

"Yeah, she is, so you've got to go. Now," she looked around her, trying to spot Kennedy as fast as she could, but she had yet to find her in the crowd, which made her panic internally, "before Kennedy sees her, and decides that she's not ready to move on after all."

Buffy crossed her arms, "Move on?" she questioned, "She's moving on, already?"

"According to her, she's ready to put herself out there again--" she finally spotted, Kennedy, who was very much occupied with putting her tongue down someone's throat, to her surprise, but it relieved her to see that that meant she had some time to get Buffy and Willow out of sight, "I guess Willow's ready too, considering that she's here."

There was something in Faith's tone that didn't settle well with her. A sort of aggressive accusing that for her didn't raise questions so much as anger within herself, "What's that supposed to mean?" it wasn't really a question, as Faith found out when Buffy started to speak again, "For your information, Willow's a mess. She doesn't even want to be here right now, but obviously I was right to think that it'd be better for her to try to get over Kennedy sooner seeing that she's over there groping someone she probably just met."

"Some people deal with things a little differently," Faith said, with same hostility that the blonde was fuming, "This is her dealing with things. That stick up your ass just prevents you from understanding. Look, why don't you just take Red and run along before--"

"Why do we have to be the ones to leave?"

Faith laughed sarcastically, "Well obviously you're not the ones having any fun, so you should be the ones to leave. This isn't exactly your scene anyways, B."

"Yeah, well I doubt that Kennedy will be here that much longer, anyways. Pretty sure that she'll have to take her fun elsewhere considering the fact that you can only do so much in such a--" when she went to try to look back over at Kennedy, she stopped immediately, seeing that though the woman that Kennedy had been all over was still there, Kennedy herself was no where to be seen "Where'd she go?"

"What?" Faith turned immediately, "What the fuck?" she started to look around frantically, "Come on Kennedy, where are you?" she asked, in a whisper, as she squinted slightly.

Buffy gasped, "Oh God--"

Hearing the blonde, Faith looked over at her, and then followed her line of sight to the bar, where she saw Kennedy slowly approaching Willow, "How the hell could she have gone from making out one minute to--" she saw Kennedy's mouth move, and Willow turn to look behind her slowly, as Kennedy continued to move until she was beside to the redhead, where she then sat down, in the seat which Buffy had once occupied. Faith watched the two of them closely, wondering if she was about to see the water works begin all over again, but there was no crying, or even looks of being upset. They definitely weren't completely comfortable, either, but from how it looked from afar, they seemed to be talking calmly, which made Faith wonder what was being said. She turned to Buffy, "What do you think they're saying?"

"I don't know," she answered truthfully. Really, she hadn't thought that Willow and Kennedy would have to see each other for a while, seeing that things in the land of the possible apocalypses seemed to be pretty dull, so there wasn't any need of any frequent meet ups of all the most experienced people involved. Seeing that she had been the one to force Willow to leave, despite the fact that the witch hadn't wanted to leave at all, the blonde couldn't help but feel a little guilty. Now, whether she was ready or not, she was going to not only see Kennedy, but even hold a conversation with her.

"Do you think we should be all, best friend like, and interrupt?" Faith asked.

Buffy frowned, "What is your definition of a best friend?" she asked, "We can't interrupt, it's happening now, and we're just gonna have to stand back and wait to see what happens. If something happens, for example some yelling, or lots of hard crying, then we interrupt, and we defend immediately. You defend Kennedy, of course, 'cause I'm on team Willow."

"Damn right I'll be defending Kennedy. Sure as hell won't be on 'team Willow'," she said, going back to her more aggressive tone.

"Of course you wouldn't, you stick to what you know--And considering just how much you and Kennedy are alike, it figures that you'd be on her side when clearly, she's the one in the wrong here. Willow is the one--"

"What the fuck? You're acting like it's Kennedy that did something wrong. What, just 'cause Willow's everyone's sweetheart, innocent to the core, it had to be Kennedy that screwed everything up? How do you know that it wasn't Willow who broke it all off? Or that it wasn't Willow who was the problem in the first place?"

"Because she's Willow," she said, even louder--If it weren't for the music feeling the club, there was no doubt that everyone would have heard them, and the people remotely near them seemed to already, but neither of them cared--Neither of them noticed, "Willow's the sweet one. Willow's the one that hates to hurt anyone….sure, there was that thing in high school, and sure the thing with Warren….but she doesn't break hearts. She's the type that's there no matter what; that always seems to be there just when you need her; that does anything and everything to make someone smile. She wouldn't just--Kennedy is the one with the long history of breaking hearts, and the one that just had her hands all over some random scank, while Willow's obviously still distraught."

"Probably out of guilt," Faith blurted, "Everyone acts like she's some saint--"

"Pretty sure you were part of that everyone, before you became the best of friend with Kennedy," Buffy pointed out.

"Yeah, well if she's so great, why don't you date her--I mean, you're here, so you can't have too much of an issue with the thought of some girl girl lovin'. You think Red is so wonderfully fantastic," she said, sarcastically, "do me a favor and take her home, where you continue to do all your worshiping, so Kennedy can move forward like she had planned to do when she came out here."

Buffy rolled her eyes, "That's the craziest thing I've heard--Maybe even the craziest thing you've ever said."

"Which part?" Faith asked, flatly.

Before Buffy could say anything, suddenly, Kennedy had walked up to them, "Hey, Faith, let's get out of here."

If they had not seen Willow and Kennedy talking, both the older slayer's would have sworn that everything was just fine and dandy, hearing Kennedy's tone of voice. She didn't sound upset, or sad, in anyway, which Buffy thought just further proved her point, but she said nothing.

Faith on the other hand wasn't even thinking about what her and Buffy had said to each other, at all, "Everything okay?"

"Yep," she looked over at Buffy, "Hey, she's ready to leave, too--Not really her way of…" she trailed off, not exactly wanting to say what she meant, but also trying to make her point obvious, "She wants to go home--" she rolled her eyes at that last part, at saying 'home' and knowing that her home was no longer Willow's home, and Willow's home was no longer her home, "You ready, Faith?"

"Sure," she answered, simply. They started to walk away, but before they disappeared completely, she looked to Buffy, sending a nod in her direction, both fully understanding, which she knew for sure, when Buffy nodded in return.

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Still in her room, buried in yet another book, Dawn couldn't help but look away from her book, looking at nothing in particular, as she heard the sound of a door closing. For a moment, she just laid there, wondering if one of the many residents of the house had simply needed to the restroom, or something, but when she heard the sounds of steps coming closer to her door, and then passing her door, she rose slowly. If it was who she thought it was, then something wasn't right--It was only a little past midnight, and considering the usual hours that it took for anyone she knew to return from a club, that was way too early. She opened her own door slowly, poking her head into the hallway as she did--It was who she hoped it hadn't been. She could hear Faith ask if Kennedy was alright, but not what Kennedy mumbled in response before going into her room, and closing the door, leaving Faith standing in the hallway, her eyes full of worry.

"Hey," Dawn said, quietly, getting her attention. She gestured for Faith to come to her room, and once she saw that the slayer was actually coming, she went back in her room, and started to move the books on her bed, onto her dresser, as neatly as she could. Once Faith was in the room, and she heard a quiet click, letting her know that her door was closed, she spoke, "What happened?"

Seeing that Dawn had cleared her some space, Faith sat at the end of bed, taking off her jacket as she did, "Buffy and Red were at the club," she said it quietly, not in a whisper exactly, but quiet enough that she knew that even if someone heard them talking, they wouldn't be able to understand what she was saying.

"Buffy and Willow?" she leaned against her dresser, "I'm guess that that didn't go so well."

Faith huffed, "I don't know if it went well or not--Not with Red and Kennedy, anyways. I was over talking to B, pretty much on the other side of the room, while they talked at the bar."

"Oh, good, so you gave them some space," she assumed.

"Uh, not exactly," she paused, "It was more of a, we were to wrapped up in arguing to notice that Kennedy was even heading in Red's direction, and by the time we did notice, it was pretty much too late to stop it from happening--Not that we would have wanted to stop it….maybe," Faith shook her head, "I don't know. I guess it was bound to happen, eventually."

"Yeah, it was," she sat down on the bed, "But, it's kind of not so good when it's completely not planned. And, I'm guessing that Kennedy wasn't exactly one for telling what exactly was said on the way home," Faith simply shook her head in response, "Well, Faith, you're her best friend, so she'll talk to you eventually."

"Yeah," she nodded, "Yeah, she will. I'm just a little, I don't know, thrown off by it all, I guess. She was sort of unnaturally call--Like, I had expected some kind of sign of her reacting to seeing Red; talking to Red, but she's just been…" she trailed off.

"You know Kennedy, never one to be all emotional, not at first, anyways," she looked the older woman over, feeling as if something wasn't being said, but she didn't really know how to ask, or what to ask about, so instead she opted for something else, "What were you and Buffy arguing about."

"Just you know, who's at fault, or whatever," she rolled her eyes, "As usually she's only thinking that Red's the definition of innocence instead of even considering that maybe, just maybe, she was the one that caused the whole thing."

Dawn frowned, "What whole thing?" she asked, "They broke up. People break up, and they get upset about it, and eat their emotions for a while. It's normal. Buffy, of all people, should get that--She should be the expert in all things having to do with bad break ups," she laughed, "Gosh, the two of you are just way too over protective. I get that it comes with being the best friend, but--We're supposed to be a family--That means no picking sides."

"But B is just being such a--" she stopped, seeing Dawn's brows raise, "Her damn thing with Red bein' a fuckin' saint, and Kennedy being the bad one pisses me off--I'm not mean to Red when I go over there. Hell, I even talk to her a bit, but Buffy's just--"

"Overprotective," Dawn finished, "She's very protective of the people she loves, and Willow is her best friend, so you have to expect her to be one hundred percent on Willow's side. That's just how she works. And, she knows that Willow needs her to be that way right now, especially. She needs that extra push, to help her deal, and we all know that Buffy's good at being pushy."

"There's just something about the way she was tonight. It just really rubbed me the wrong way, and I get the whole protectiveness, and whatnot, but it just…"

"It just--?" Dawn said, trying to nudge Faith to finish her sentence.

Faith shrugged, "It just seems like maybe there's more to it."

At first, Dawn just looked at her, not saying anything--A blank expression on her face, but then she started to laugh. First sort of a hesitant, nervous kind of laughing, and then an outright laugh, which she muffled slightly, with her hand. She managed to speak between laughing, "That's the….craziest…that's crazy--Buffy? More? Willow?" she took a deep breath, trying to stop herself from laughing, "That's just crazy."

"So I've been told, by B herself, actually," she thought for a moment, "She's the one making herself look all suspicious, with all her overreacting, and overprotective crap--"

Dawn's brows rose, "What's your excuse, then?" she asked.

"What? What do you mean, what's my--" before she could finish her sentence, she felt her phone vibrating in her pocket, "Who the hell is texting me, at--" she read the text, which was surprisingly from Giles, 'Didn't think he even knew what text messages were,' she thought to herself, laughing internally, but it stopped when she read the text.

"What's it say?" Dawn asked, seeing Faith literally tense up.

"It, uh, it says to meet him at the main house tomorrow," she answered, slowly.

Just then, Dawn's phone started to vibrate on her nightstand, prompting her to get. She looked at her phone, and frowned, "Same here--Guess that means all of us, then…."

Faith sighed, "That's just great."

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"Buffy, it'll be fine," Willow assured her, as she sat on the couch, watching Buffy pace, "Really, it's not that big of a deal. We knew that we'd all have to come back together eventually. I think it'll be good--The group has kind of been split in two, since….This is good. Not, not that there's some sort of evil brewing, but that we're all coming back together."

"Are you sure you'll be okay? 'Cause if you're not sure, I can just fill you in later," she offered, as she stopped pacing.

"You do realize that the meeting is here, right? I'm not just gonna stay up in my room and hide. Pretty sure I've done enough of that lately. You were right," she breathed out heavily, "it's time for me to get back into the swing of things, and what better way to do it, then to go back into the routine of saving the world."

Seeing that she had been trying to get the redhead over the break up for some time, Buffy was thrown by how Willow so easily seemed to have changed her mind from not ready at all, to completely ready to the point of not even seeming to hesitate, or give it a second thought, "Did Kennedy say something--Did she tell you to move on?"

"No," she said, quickly, more quickly than she had intended, "No, she didn't tell me to--"

Buffy started to pace again, "She must have said something, 'cause now you're all gunho about the moving on idea. Gosh, if she was even slightly mean, I am gonna go over there right now and--"

"Whoa," her eyes went wide, "Buffy, she wasn't mean at all. She's not--She wouldn't….we're not mad at each other, though there should be some sort of….Look, I know, best friends are supposed to be all grr when this happens, but you can take it down a notch--or three. Kennedy and I are fine, not together fine, but we want to at least be able to be friends….we at least no that. And it never hurts to have another friends. Friends are good."

"So, what, you two don't see each other, or talk to each other for six months, and now you're gonna be friends?" her tone had no sort of aggression, or anger, or anything. It was really just a question, one more out of confusion than anything else, "You're not at all bothered by bumping into her tonight?"

"I wouldn't say that," she looked down, "It was…painful, but I know that there's no way I can just never see her again--Especially seeing our current job criteria--And even minus the job, I didn't want to not see her again, I just wasn't ready for it. God," she closed her eyes for a moment, "and she just had to be all…Kennedy like--"

The first thing that popped into Buffy's mind, in terms of what was Kennedy like, was a lot of attitude matched up with the ultimate stubbornness, but then she remembered all the times she had seen Willow and Kennedy together, and how eventually, Kennedy's hardness had softened. Willow had told her before that Kennedy had had that softness all along, and that it just took her a while to show it, but still--Somehow, however, especially since the 'great breakup' Buffy had a habit of forgetting all about 'softy' Kennedy. She sat down next to Willow, who hadn't said anything else, but was looking rather sad instead. That was her cue to just be comforting, "How about that movie, now?" she suggested, with a question.

"That sounds good," Willow sighed.

"I'll get the kettle corn," she smiled slightly, and then gave her friend's head a good squeeze, before rising from her spot. After going to where she had hid the kettle corn, she popped it in the microwave, making sure to hit the popcorn button, so she wouldn't end up destroying another perfectly good bag of kettle corn and have to deal with Willow's angry face--That thought made her smile, for a moment--but, she let it fade when the microwave started to beep, to let her know that it's mission was complete. She took out the bag, and then poured all of it into a large bowl that she took from the cabinets, before heading back into the living room, where Willow had already gotten the movie popped in, turned off the light, and was sitting on the couch, with a blanket in her lap, "I'm guessing it's yet another comedy?"

"Unless you're wanting me to cry, or cringe in disgust, or freak out in fear, comedy is the only choice we've got. Now," she reached her arms towards the bowl, "let's see if you burned it."

"I resent you for thinking that I'm incapable of popping popcorn," Willow gave her a look, "I pushed the right button this time, gosh," she sat down, and pulled her legs up on the couch, which Willow had already done, and after her best friend put part of the blanket over her legs, she sat the popcorn on one of her legs, and one of Willow's, so it was perfectly in both of their reach.

After a while of just watching, munching, and laughing, quietly of course, due to how late it was. With the bowl pretty much empty, and the both of them completely relaxed on the couch, Willow put her shoulder on best friends shoulder and laughed, "See, that's why I'm glad a best friend like you--" she said, reacting to what was happening in the movie they were watching, "More of the forever variety."

Buffy laughed awkwardly, for some reason, but she didn't bother to even wonder why, "Yeah…forever…"

-- TO BE CONTINUED? --

Okay, so it won't be a one chapter thing--If anyone's interested, let me know, and I'll at least add one more chapter. Is it pretty clear where I'm going with this? Well, like I said, let me know what you guys think, and whether you want me to go forward with it or not. Thanks for reading, hope there's some curiosity brewing. -*ThomThom*