"Willow...hey Wills, whatcha doing?" Whispered Xander, leaning fervently in to peak at the red-head's paper. Willow nearly flew out of her seat as she turned away from Xander, snatching her notebook away and hugging it to her chest. It was at this moment that Buffy came walking through the library doors. She took in the site before her.
"Xander...personal bubble? Have you heard of it? I think Willow fears for the safety of her homework."
Willow laughed nervously, and Xander gave Buffy a tired 'ha-ha' type of look, before settling back into his own chair and hesitantly opening up his history textbook.
"Uh Will, you alright over there?" Buffy laughed at her friend, who was still nervously squeezing the metaphorical life out of her notebook, her face turning bright red. 'Wait a minute...' Buffy thought excitedly, 'Willow's got a crush!'
"Magor SGCS ALERT GUYS! Willow, give it here!" Buffy commanded with a wide grin
"What?" Xander and Willow burst out, at the same exact time, albiet in much different tones.
"Well yea, I know the signs anywhere. 'School-Girl Crush Syndrome' Xander! Either our little Willow here has met a new boy she hasn't told us about, or she's developed an eye for someone we already know! Someone like..." Buffy lunged at her alarmed friend suddenly, ripping the notebook none too gently from her hands, and reading from the opened pages in incredulity "GILES?"
Xander's jaw dropped open, as Buffy teasingly read out loud the contents of Willow's 'love journal' as Buffy would refer to it from now on. Oh, how she would never live it down...
"RG-WR, WR-RG," Buffy recited, "Heart, heart, heart," She clutched at her chest in mock-romantic agony, " Giles, Giles, HEART!"
"GILES Willow? ?" Xander all but squealed. It wasn't like he was ...jealous or anything! No not at all! It was just his friends latest...severely misguided...schoolgirl crush. (SGC? was that how his crazy friend insisted on shortening it?) was plummeting him towards insanity...or at least severe nausea.
Willow just kept sinking lower and lower into her seat, as red as a beet by the time Buffy had finished her dramatic reading.
"Yes? You three called me?" Came the tell-tale, casually curious voice of none other than the crush-ee himself.
Willow squeaked and ran out of the room, nearly knocking over a pile of books on the checkout counter as she did so.
"Is something wrong with ...with Miss Rosenburg?" Giles asked honestly as he came into view from behind the shelves, "do you think it best we go find her before it gets dark? with the vampires and such..." He continued, blinking away his confusion.
"It's nothing to worry about Giles," assured Buffy with a smirk, "she just has a hunky, crumpet loving case of the SGCS is all!"
"H-hunky crumpet...SG...pardon?" Giles stammered, taking off his glasses and cleaning them on his shirt. When neither teen offered up any explanation, he merely sighed.
"Well it...it won't hurt will it?" While he berated himself inwardly for his ignorance of his Slayer`s er...'lingo', did she call it? And the decidely stupid questions it caused him, Xander leaned back in his chair smugly,
"Only her pride, G - Man. Only her pride..."
