Buffy struggled with the pup in her arms as she knocked on Willow's door.
"Stop it," she whispered loudly to it.
Harley looked up at his with those big brown puppy-dog eyes and Buffy giggled at how innocent those eyes made the little hell hound seem.
The door swung open and Willow stood. "Hey, Buffy."
Buffy walked in. "Hey, Will."
Willow closed the door behind her and turned on the crutch that was supporting her. "Is that Harley?"
Buffy nodded. "Yep. The one and only."
"Ooh," Willow cooed.
Buffy handed the dog over and opened up the bag she had on the shoulder. She pulled out a denim skirt.
"Here's the skirt."
Willow 'oohed' and 'awed' over it and handed the dog back to Buffy. She leaned over and gave her a hug.
"Thank you so much," Willow thanked.
"Hey, that's what friends are for."
The walked into the living room and turned on the TV.
"So, what all, besides shopping, did you do over the summer?" Willow asked.
Buffy kicked off her shoes and curled up on the couch with Harley in her lap.
"Well, my dad has a girlfriend," Buffy started. "She is such a ditz. She's always messing with her hair or putting make-up on. Plus, she hates me."
"Are you sure?"
Buffy nodded. "I mean, I wanted to go across the street and look at the window for a store while Dad made a business call, and she goes 'honey, it's not safe to go across the street. Wait until your Dad is done with the phone so we can walk with you'."
Willow made a face.
"I know," Buffy agreed.
"What's her name?"
"Debbie."
She made another face.
Harley dug his face into the couch cushions and came up with a sock, which he immediately started chewing on.
"Hey, I was looking for that," Willow said.
Buffy giggled. "I don't think it'll do you much good, now."
Willow shrugged. "Wasn't anything important."
Buffy gripped one end of the sock and lifted it into the air. Harley stayed firmly attached to the end, even when the couch no longer touched his back paws. Harley jerked his head to the side, causing him to spin in a frenzy. After a few wild spins, Harley released the mangled footwear and plopped back on the couch.
Willow petted his fluffy black fur. "I wish I had a puppy."
"Maybe I'll get you one for Christmas."
Willow smiled. "Thanks, Buff."
Buffy shrugged. "No big."
"Hey, I've got some ice cream in the freezer if you want to sit down and watch movies with me."
"Sure. I haven't had an ice cream/movie pig out since least year."
"Well, then, you're way overdue."
TBC...
A/N: Sorry so short.
"Stop it," she whispered loudly to it.
Harley looked up at his with those big brown puppy-dog eyes and Buffy giggled at how innocent those eyes made the little hell hound seem.
The door swung open and Willow stood. "Hey, Buffy."
Buffy walked in. "Hey, Will."
Willow closed the door behind her and turned on the crutch that was supporting her. "Is that Harley?"
Buffy nodded. "Yep. The one and only."
"Ooh," Willow cooed.
Buffy handed the dog over and opened up the bag she had on the shoulder. She pulled out a denim skirt.
"Here's the skirt."
Willow 'oohed' and 'awed' over it and handed the dog back to Buffy. She leaned over and gave her a hug.
"Thank you so much," Willow thanked.
"Hey, that's what friends are for."
The walked into the living room and turned on the TV.
"So, what all, besides shopping, did you do over the summer?" Willow asked.
Buffy kicked off her shoes and curled up on the couch with Harley in her lap.
"Well, my dad has a girlfriend," Buffy started. "She is such a ditz. She's always messing with her hair or putting make-up on. Plus, she hates me."
"Are you sure?"
Buffy nodded. "I mean, I wanted to go across the street and look at the window for a store while Dad made a business call, and she goes 'honey, it's not safe to go across the street. Wait until your Dad is done with the phone so we can walk with you'."
Willow made a face.
"I know," Buffy agreed.
"What's her name?"
"Debbie."
She made another face.
Harley dug his face into the couch cushions and came up with a sock, which he immediately started chewing on.
"Hey, I was looking for that," Willow said.
Buffy giggled. "I don't think it'll do you much good, now."
Willow shrugged. "Wasn't anything important."
Buffy gripped one end of the sock and lifted it into the air. Harley stayed firmly attached to the end, even when the couch no longer touched his back paws. Harley jerked his head to the side, causing him to spin in a frenzy. After a few wild spins, Harley released the mangled footwear and plopped back on the couch.
Willow petted his fluffy black fur. "I wish I had a puppy."
"Maybe I'll get you one for Christmas."
Willow smiled. "Thanks, Buff."
Buffy shrugged. "No big."
"Hey, I've got some ice cream in the freezer if you want to sit down and watch movies with me."
"Sure. I haven't had an ice cream/movie pig out since least year."
"Well, then, you're way overdue."
TBC...
A/N: Sorry so short.