Chapter 1: The Invitation
Buffy stared at the telephone, mustering courage. "Just call him! He's just—him! No big deal!" She sighed. " I mean, for Christ's sake, I'm the Slayer! This should NOT be a big deal!" She picked up the phone, dialed his number, and let it ring. Suddenly, he picked up at his house.
"Hel--" Buffy slammed down the phone onto the receiver. She stared at it a moment before reaching to call again.
The telephone rang. Buffy jerked, startled, but finally picked it up.
" Hello?"
She heard Oz clear his throat, and finally speak. "Buffy? Did you just try to call me?"
Buffy took a deep breath to slow her heart's frenzied pace. "Y—yeah, yeah I did."
He cleared his throat again, and Buffy swore she could detect a hint of nervousness in his simple "Why?"
" Well—I wanted to, um, invite you to dinner…for Thanksgiving! Um, at Giles' house?"
Silence for a moment. Then, "Yeah, okay. What time?" Buffy nearly collapsed with relief.
"Is eight o' clock okay?"
" Great. Bye…" Oz replied.
" Bye!"
She slammed the phone onto the receiver. The poor phone probably couldn't take much more of this, and neither could she. WHY WAS SHE FREAKING OUT? Thinking to herself, she came up with no logical answers.
" Hey, Buffy, what are you doing?" Willow asked from behind her. Buffy whirled around, startled, and suddenly was more nervous than before.
" Um…nothing. I just called…" She stopped. "Oz," she said under her breath.
" Oh, Tara is coming. What should I wear? She's taking me to the Magic Box." Willow obviously hadn't heard Buffy mention Oz's name. Willow was too occupied with her collection of clothes thrown into her closet. Buffy cleared her throat.
" Willow!" Willow turned around, holding a t-shirt up against her chest. Buffy sighed. " I called Oz. You know, and I—I invited him to Thanksgiving dinner at Giles' tonight." Willow's eyes widened in horror.
" What?" He's—he's not coming, is he?" Buffy nodded.
" He said he'd be there at eight." Willow threw the shirt to the floor.
" Now I really don't know what to wear!"
Buffy stared at the telephone, mustering courage. "Just call him! He's just—him! No big deal!" She sighed. " I mean, for Christ's sake, I'm the Slayer! This should NOT be a big deal!" She picked up the phone, dialed his number, and let it ring. Suddenly, he picked up at his house.
"Hel--" Buffy slammed down the phone onto the receiver. She stared at it a moment before reaching to call again.
The telephone rang. Buffy jerked, startled, but finally picked it up.
" Hello?"
She heard Oz clear his throat, and finally speak. "Buffy? Did you just try to call me?"
Buffy took a deep breath to slow her heart's frenzied pace. "Y—yeah, yeah I did."
He cleared his throat again, and Buffy swore she could detect a hint of nervousness in his simple "Why?"
" Well—I wanted to, um, invite you to dinner…for Thanksgiving! Um, at Giles' house?"
Silence for a moment. Then, "Yeah, okay. What time?" Buffy nearly collapsed with relief.
"Is eight o' clock okay?"
" Great. Bye…" Oz replied.
" Bye!"
She slammed the phone onto the receiver. The poor phone probably couldn't take much more of this, and neither could she. WHY WAS SHE FREAKING OUT? Thinking to herself, she came up with no logical answers.
" Hey, Buffy, what are you doing?" Willow asked from behind her. Buffy whirled around, startled, and suddenly was more nervous than before.
" Um…nothing. I just called…" She stopped. "Oz," she said under her breath.
" Oh, Tara is coming. What should I wear? She's taking me to the Magic Box." Willow obviously hadn't heard Buffy mention Oz's name. Willow was too occupied with her collection of clothes thrown into her closet. Buffy cleared her throat.
" Willow!" Willow turned around, holding a t-shirt up against her chest. Buffy sighed. " I called Oz. You know, and I—I invited him to Thanksgiving dinner at Giles' tonight." Willow's eyes widened in horror.
" What?" He's—he's not coming, is he?" Buffy nodded.
" He said he'd be there at eight." Willow threw the shirt to the floor.
" Now I really don't know what to wear!"