This one's a REALLY short one. I thought I should probably show Buffy buying the dress when I write the dance it's not all like, "Hang on, where'd the dress come from?". Sorry it's so short.

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Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Buffy characters, 'cause they're epic-ness overpowers me. Joss Whedon owns them 'cause his epic-ness is off the scales.

"That one's great, Buffy! The green really brings out your eyes," Willow complimented, sitting in the dress store as Buffy tried on dresses.

"You think so?" Buffy asked, twisting to try and see herself from every angle in the full length mirror.

"Yeah. I do," Will said, smiling. Buffy turned to look at her friend.

"Y'know, I think you should ask Oz," the blonde girl suggested. A look of pure terror filled Willow's wide eyes. She shook her head quickly.

"No, no, no. No asking," she said hurriedly. Just the thought of making the first move and risk being laughed at struck her heart with icy fear. No way was she asking Oz to the Christmas dance.

"He seems to like you, Will. Really. Have you seen the way he looks at you? Like you're the reason he's alive," Buffy reasoned. Willow frowned.

"If he thinks that, he'll make the first move," she argued.

"I guess," Buffy sighed, seeing she wouldn't win. She could slay demons and prevent apocalypses, but when it came to dating, she was useless. The only man she'd ever loved with was a vampire, and she wasn't exactly normal herself. How could she help with normal, human relationships?

She scurried back into the changing room and slipped out of the emerald dress, putting it back into the silky garment bag and pulling her own comfortable jeans and sweater on. When she came out and paid for the dress, Will was eyeing a long lavender silk dress. Willow sighed, running her finger along the lace bodice. She could just image it; her and Oz, swaying to the music, locked together. She would never make the first move though. She'd never have the courage. Her eyes began to water, but Willow blinked the tears away before they could spill over.

"I'm sorry," Buffy said gently, and put her arm around her friend.