Author: Emilie
Disclaimer: I don't own um.
Setting: Season 4 beginning right after Buffy and Willow move in w/each other before everything turns to crap.
Distribution: http://www.emiliekitten.com
For Little Faith. You responded to my challenge. I think I got everything. Challenge at the end of the e-mail.
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"Mentos fresher. . . " Willow sang along with the happy people on the commercial. She blushed furiously as Buffy, her best friend tossed a fluffy pillow at her. Pure white feathers exploded as a corner of the pillow tore. Buffy made little annoyed sounds at the mess and plopped down in front of her best friend, letting her braid her long blonde hair.
"This is good. I missed our little girl nights together y'know? It seems like with us starting college. . . we haven't gotten to be together as much."
"Buffy, we live together." Her best friend shrugged.
"I know. But, still!"
"I wish it was under different circumstances that we get bond-time.
Y'know."
"Yeah. I don't know why they didn't hire you Will! Your perfect for
the job! A computer consultant at the old library! Who could be more perfect?"
Willow sighed.
"Somebody who's not me. That's okay though, I'm used to rejection."
"Aww." Buffy said, then squeaking as Willow tugged her hair a bit too
hard.
"Sorry."
"S'okay."
"Oh well. I can do without a job, I just. . . saw the 'help wanted'
sign and thought, gee! I could do that a couple hours a day and still pass
all my classes. I just thought. . ."
"I know. They're stupid for not hiring you."
"Ah well. I'll be stuck with my Star Wars reruns on USA on Sunday afternoons
rather then stuck in some musty old basement. Who cares? I'll just use
the force and made them get a computer virus!" Willow said, evilly laughing.
Her best friend laughed along with her. "That's the spirit."
They fell into a comfortable silence watching the television and Willow
braiding Buffy's hair for a few minutes. Just as she was finished there
was a knock at the door. They glanced at each other, it was almost eleven
o'clock. Buffy bounded to her feet and grabbed the cross they kept in the
night table next to the door before slowly opening it. "Oz!" She exclaimed,
and walked back into the room without a invitation. Just to be careful.
Willow jumped to her feet and tried not to blush at the fuzzy bunny
slippers and matching t-shirt she was wearing. It wasn't like Oz hadn't
seen her in less. . . "Oz, what are ya doing here so late? Not that I don't
want you here. . . its just raining out! and your all wet. . . " to do
damage control she went and hugged him, placing a soft kiss on his lips
before stepping away.
Oz smiled from beneath droppy spikes and Willow noticed he had a hand
behind his back. "I brought you a present, m'lady." She tried not to melt
as he used one of her favorite endearments. He pulled out a little stuffed
raccoon and handed it to her. It was adorable. Willow 'awwed' and felt
a huge smile coming over her face. "That's raccoon the raccoon. To cheer
you up." He grinned.
"I love him, Oz! Thankyou!" Willow leapt forward and gave him a huge
hug, knowing her night-shirt was getting even more wet then it had been
before. The raccoon was squished between them for a moment and suddenly
the theme from "Annie" erupted from the little stuffed tune. Oz immediately
started humming along. Willow grinned. "My favorite musical!"
"I know."
"Oz, you are by far the best boyfriend ever. Anybody ever tell you
that?"
"Yes. You. Yesterday."
"Well, that song Angel Mine came on. . . you know how much I love that
song. . . " Oz just nodded. "Plus it reminds me of us."
Buffy cleared her throat, bringing Willow back to the now. She turned
to her friend. "Buffy, we can't send him out into the rain." Buffy shrugged
and got up, moving to the dresser she pulled out a pink nightie. "You can
stay Oz. If you wear this." Willow stared for a moment before bursting
into laughter. Both girls stopped laughing as Oz stripped off his t-shirt.
"Alright."
~*~End~*~
Ditto this for me. Have I ever posted a challenge? If I did it was
a
very long time ago. I've been slowing working on one for later this
year. But I want a feel better fic!
I just found out that I am a reject. Odd how not surprised I was by
the fact that they don't want me in the Silver Key Sophmore Honorary
Society. Not surprised by it but a little depressed. Okay. I'm a big
loser. I really actually wanted to get into the stupid organization
so
I could do stupid volunteer work and help some stupid people. Okay,
so
I'm very upset. Anyway. Anybody want to write a story for me? Any
kind.
Try including
*Mentos
*A feather (or feathers)
*The song "Angel Mine" by Cowboy Junkies
*A stuffed animal named for what it is (a teddy bear named "Bear" or
a
plushy piggy named "Pig" for example)
*Mention of the weather (be it rainy, sunny, snowy, just mention it)
*Star Wars reference (the old ones, not the prequels)
*Rejection.
*Oz humming part of a broadway showtune (any broadway showtune)
Okay? I love fluff, I love angst, so anything will do. Make me
happier. Please. I need this. I'm sad.
Little Faith
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