Chapter 4
The Best Day Ever
Well, after an hour of passionate bliss, at a quarter to eleven Tara and Willow finally got up. They got dressed, and as Tara french-braided Willow's hair, they had a conversation.
Willow: Tara, why are you french-braiding my hair? This is YOUR day, not mine.
Tara: Because it would make my day so much better if you let me braid your hair. You look so beautiful in French braids.
Willow: Only when I'm in French braids?
Tara: Of course not. You're always a goddess in my eyes.
Tara the bottom of one braid of with an elastic band and gave Willow a kiss on the cheek. Then she began on the other one.
Willow: Tara?
Tara: Yes?
Willow: What would happen if one of us died? Like if you got shot...or, I don't know...
Tara: Willow...let's not talk about that. I don't like to think about it.
Willow: But it's kinda important, don't ya think?
Tara: I guess, but let's not talk about that today, baby. This is supposed to be a happy day! Not a "Oh, Goddess, how would I ever live without you?" day.
Willow: You're right.
Tara: *ties off the other braid* There's something I want to show you.
Willow: What?
Tara: Well, you know how we fought and kinda temporarily broke up?
Willow: Yeah?
Tara: Well, I wrote a song about you.
Willow: Really? I'm flattered, honey.
Tara got off of the bed and reached into a drawer in one of the bedside tables. She pulled out a blue folder. She wisped through the papers and pulled out one written in green ink.
Tara: *hands the paper to Willow* Here.
Willow read through the paper. A tear fell down her cheek. A tear became a few tears. A few tears came a lot of tears. Willow was sobbing.
Tara: *sits down on the bed* What's the matter, sweetie?
Willow: *wipes tears from her face* Nothing...it's just...before I found you, nobody really took me seriously. I was made fun of from junior high through high school. There was always Xander...he understood me. We were never really an item, but...
Tara: Well, what about Buffy?
Willow: There was Buffy, but I think I mean more to her as a Scooby girl than a friend.
Tara: Baby, you know that's not true. You're her best friend.
Willow: I know. It just feels like that sometimes. Then there was Oz, my first true love. I loved him. I really did. But then he left. You came. You were my soulmate, baby. The one who belonged to me for all time. But then Oz came back. I had to make a decision. I chose you. I broke Oz's heart...
Tara: Are you saying...
Willow: No! Of course not! Just...I want you to know I love you more than anyone.
Tara: You too, baby. Now I could go on telling my whole life story, but my stomach's growling.
Willow:
Well, after an hour of passionate bliss, at a quarter to eleven Tara and Willow finally got up. They got dressed, and as Tara french-braided Willow's hair, they had a conversation.
Willow: Tara, why are you french-braiding my hair? This is YOUR day, not mine.
Tara: Because it would make my day so much better if you let me braid your hair. You look so beautiful in French braids.
Willow: Only when I'm in French braids?
Tara: Of course not. You're always a goddess in my eyes.
Tara the bottom of one braid of with an elastic band and gave Willow a kiss on the cheek. Then she began on the other one.
Willow: Tara?
Tara: Yes?
Willow: What would happen if one of us died? Like if you got shot...or, I don't know...
Tara: Willow...let's not talk about that. I don't like to think about it.
Willow: But it's kinda important, don't ya think?
Tara: I guess, but let's not talk about that today, baby. This is supposed to be a happy day! Not a "Oh, Goddess, how would I ever live without you?" day.
Willow: You're right.
Tara: *ties off the other braid* There's something I want to show you.
Willow: What?
Tara: Well, you know how we fought and kinda temporarily broke up?
Willow: Yeah?
Tara: Well, I wrote a song about you.
Willow: Really? I'm flattered, honey.
Tara got off of the bed and reached into a drawer in one of the bedside tables. She pulled out a blue folder. She wisped through the papers and pulled out one written in green ink.
Tara: *hands the paper to Willow* Here.
Willow read through the paper. A tear fell down her cheek. A tear became a few tears. A few tears came a lot of tears. Willow was sobbing.
Tara: *sits down on the bed* What's the matter, sweetie?
Willow: *wipes tears from her face* Nothing...it's just...before I found you, nobody really took me seriously. I was made fun of from junior high through high school. There was always Xander...he understood me. We were never really an item, but...
Tara: Well, what about Buffy?
Willow: There was Buffy, but I think I mean more to her as a Scooby girl than a friend.
Tara: Baby, you know that's not true. You're her best friend.
Willow: I know. It just feels like that sometimes. Then there was Oz, my first true love. I loved him. I really did. But then he left. You came. You were my soulmate, baby. The one who belonged to me for all time. But then Oz came back. I had to make a decision. I chose you. I broke Oz's heart...
Tara: Are you saying...
Willow: No! Of course not! Just...I want you to know I love you more than anyone.
Tara: You too, baby. Now I could go on telling my whole life story, but my stomach's growling.
Willow: