Not For the Faint of Heart
Not For the Faint
of Heart
Disclaimer: The characters Willow and Xander don't belong to me
-- Joss can take credit for them. The story, I'll admit to
creating. I'm just letting my imagination run amok. The story
itself is © 1998 Voleuse. Send feedback to
ToTheCavern@yahoo.com. Do not archive without my permission.
Note: This takes place in pre-Buffy time, somewhere in
the realm of third graders.
"Eeuw!"
"Cool!"
Willow stared at her friend
Xander with amazement and horror. "What d'you mean,
'cool'?"
Xander carefully picked up
their science project and held it up to Willow's face. "Hi,
Will," he squeaked out. "My name is Jeremiah."
"Xander, stop it!"
He grinned toothily and
waggled the dead frog's forearm. "Look, Will, he's
waving."
Willow pouted. "That's
gross, Xander. Stop it!"
Instead of backing off as any
gentleman would do, the seven-year-old Xander hopped forward.
"Ribbit! Ribbit!"
Willow eyed her friend and the
frog warily for a few moments, trying to be brave.
"Ribbit!" Xander
came within a foot of Willow and thrust his arm up, waving the
frog directly under her nose.
"AAAGGGHHH!!"
"Will?" Xander
stared at her red pigtails as she ran down the street.
The
End.
