AUTHOR: Goddess Isa
EMAIL: goddessisa@aol.com
SUMMARY: It's been what, seven months now since the series started, right? It's spring, 2000, and Willow has to catch poor Amy up! She's stuck at NYU! This is the LAST story in my Spike/Anya series and this time I MEAN it!!!
SPOILER: The Wish, S4 rumours
DISTRIBUTION: Sandee, of course - My site - http://planetslaythis.homestead.com - Crystal and Butterfly if they want it - A Soul's Redemption - Anyone else - sure, just email me & lmk where it's going - I like seeing my name in print =)
FEEDBACK: Please, I'd hate to have to Slay for it. =P
RATING: TV-14
DISCLAIMER: I don't own these characters, Joss Whedon does. If he ever decides to give them to me, that would be nice. =)
Dear Amy,
Hi! How's everything going? I got the letter and pictures you sent, and I'm only slightly confused. You're still with Michael, right? Mind telling me who the hot guys in the picture at the Statue of Liberty were? g
Thank goodness NYU finally got email. Snail mail just takes up too much time, doesn't it? I need to show you how to send pictures via email. All in due time, I suppose....I know, I know, I'm impatient. You're probably still trying to figure out where all the keys are. (I know you so well.)
The weirdest things have been happening in Sunnydale since the new millennium. I know that once we finally got you de-ratted, you wanted to get out of dodge and I can understand that, but still, we've all missed you, most of all me. You're my Wiccan buddy, and I wish you could share in the looneyness that is now my life.
Okay, so my life hasn't really been anti-looney in a few years, but this takes the cake.
Where to start? Anya and Spike became a couple. They're a couple of nuts, that's for sure. Buffy and I were sharing an apartment with Anya for awhile, but we finally had to kick her out. She and Spike were......doing things, all the time and it was getting to be a pain in the ass. I mean, how do you write a letter full of lies to your parents when there are people moaning in the background?? You find yourself writing all sorts of odd words, like 'groping' and 'splendorfully'. I'm not even sure that last one is a word, but it was in one of those cheap novels you loved to read. Anya has about two million of them lying around and sometimes when I'm bored, I pick one up. =)
Anyways, my life. Our lives. Anya and Spike are the couple to avoid since all they do is screw. They were even caught at the Bronze!! Can you imagine?? Sex in public?? Wait, the whole Michael thing....never mind. Tell me nothing Amy.
Welllll, I don't really mean that. g
Oz and I broke up right after the holidays. I guess we were really starting to annoy each other. We want different things now, and we're different people than we were when we started dating.
And I know you know what I'm about to tell you now, and please don't say 'I told you so' or anything like that. You were right, I was wrong, let's leave it at that.
Xander and I are finally a real couple.
We're taking it slow, you know, really doing the dating thing. I guess we don't really need to date, since we actually are a couple and all, and we've known each other forever, but we don't wanna turn out like Ross and Rachel on FRIENDS. Yes, they're married and expecting now, but they went through a lot of shit I don't want to go through with Xander.
Plus, I don't wanna be drunk at our wedding!!!
The biggest piece of news I have for you is this:
Angel is back in Sunnydale! Apparently, he couldn't live without Buffy. He came home for her birthday and by Valentine's Day, we'd found a spell to keep them together forever without the chance of him losing his soul. So, not surprisingly, they've been living together in his mansion most nights. She comes here occasionally, and on Mondays 'cause we have a 6:15 a.m. class on Tuesday mornings. Most of the time though, I'm here alone.
And it's actually kind of nice. I read and write and practice spells. It's peaceful.
If you decide to come home and go to UC Sunnydale though, the room is yours. We'll have a blast. Two Wiccans in one room? Can you imagine?
That's about it from Sunnydale, Home of the Cooky Relationship. See you soon. Love you, miss you.
Willow
