"Hey Will, are you ready to go yet?" She called to her redheaded roommate.
'God, could she take any longer?' Buffy thought to herself. ' never took
this long for her to get ready before.' She tapped her foot impatiently,
glancing at her watch. "Wills! Come on we're gonna be late!"
Shuffling was heard in the other room, along with the slamming of a few
drawers. Willow emerged from the adjoining bathroom of their dorm. Dressed
in low-rider jeans and a purple and gold sparkly top, she displayed finally
outgrowing her homosexual gypsy explosion fashion phase...and had moving on
to a more, homosexual Wicca type thing.
"Wow Wills, you look awesome!" Buffy squealed in appreciation. "See, I told
you that shopping is not always a death wish!" She looked over Willow's
tiny frame appreciatively, nodding.
" Ok, Now let's go buy some books!" The comment earned the blonde a
confused look from her friend. "What, I can't have layers?" She shrugged.
"School books. A MUST for daily college life." Willow quipped. "Can't argue
against that." For a minute there the old, hyper and positively quirky
Willow seemed never to have existed, then..."OHMYGOD BUFFY!! WE'RE IN
COLLEGE!!!" She squealed, clapping her hands excitedly and jumping up and
down, her brown eyes sparkling. "And hyper Willow makes yet another
appearance, frightening children everywhere." Buffy snarked.
"Willow, we have to go meet the rest of the gang." She backed toward the
door, still talking. "Besides, they'll think something happened if we don't
go. Like, attack of the closet or something!"
Her hand closed around the doorknob and she swung it open quickly into the
hall, only to have it collide with something, hard.
"OW! Bloody Hell!" She looked up to see a man with bleached blonde hair
standing in her doorway. His hands cupped his nose in pain. "What the
bleedin' hell was that for?" He growled at her. For a moment, Buffy stood
speechless. All she could think of was how gorgeous this guy was. Her eyes
traveled from his face, to his shoulders, to his arms and down to his
washboard abs in awe. 'Oh wow, and I thought UC Sunnydale would be a drag.'
A British accent jolted her out of her fantasyland. "I WAS going to welcome you to Westing House, and introduce myself... all that rot. But I was distracted when I had the violent argument with the door." He pulled his hands away from his face, absently checking it for any injury. "The name's Sp...William." He held out his hand, which Buffy accepted, shakily, the contact making a shiver run up her spine. "I, I, I'm Buffy." She stuttered, not fully returning from her daze. Her brain finally decided to register then. " I'm sooo sorry, are you ok? I didn't see you when I opened the door. Oh my god I'm so sorry!" Her face was red with embarrassment and she was repeating herself, maybe saying things more than once would get her brain to function properly. "Yeah, m'fine, luv. Like I said, door kinda distracted me." 'Cor, she is beautiful.' He thought to himself after getting a good look at her during her apology. He did not realize he was staring all the while. Buffy cleared her throat, bringing him out of his trance. "Wha? Sorry. Anyway, here's your information...er, key cards, phone numbers, maps blah, blah, blahhh! You know the drill, right?" He handed her the envelope and leaned to whisper in her ear, finally back to his usual self. "See ya around, Goldilocks." He waggled his eyebrows suggestively and walked off down the hall, leaving Buffy stunned and watching his retreating form. "Who was that?" She breathed. "William Hawthorne, or Spike." Willow walked up behind Buffy and closed the door. "He's the RA for Westing and from where I was sitting, looked like one nummy treat. Also very interested in the hotness that is you!" The redhead teased. "But, like you said, we should get going if we don't want Xander and the rest will have a major case of the wiggins." Willow opened the door again, pushing Buffy out into the hall as she mumbled "Yeah, right...no wiggin." 'Hey,Maybe Sunnydale wasn't just a small town with nothing in it after all.'
A British accent jolted her out of her fantasyland. "I WAS going to welcome you to Westing House, and introduce myself... all that rot. But I was distracted when I had the violent argument with the door." He pulled his hands away from his face, absently checking it for any injury. "The name's Sp...William." He held out his hand, which Buffy accepted, shakily, the contact making a shiver run up her spine. "I, I, I'm Buffy." She stuttered, not fully returning from her daze. Her brain finally decided to register then. " I'm sooo sorry, are you ok? I didn't see you when I opened the door. Oh my god I'm so sorry!" Her face was red with embarrassment and she was repeating herself, maybe saying things more than once would get her brain to function properly. "Yeah, m'fine, luv. Like I said, door kinda distracted me." 'Cor, she is beautiful.' He thought to himself after getting a good look at her during her apology. He did not realize he was staring all the while. Buffy cleared her throat, bringing him out of his trance. "Wha? Sorry. Anyway, here's your information...er, key cards, phone numbers, maps blah, blah, blahhh! You know the drill, right?" He handed her the envelope and leaned to whisper in her ear, finally back to his usual self. "See ya around, Goldilocks." He waggled his eyebrows suggestively and walked off down the hall, leaving Buffy stunned and watching his retreating form. "Who was that?" She breathed. "William Hawthorne, or Spike." Willow walked up behind Buffy and closed the door. "He's the RA for Westing and from where I was sitting, looked like one nummy treat. Also very interested in the hotness that is you!" The redhead teased. "But, like you said, we should get going if we don't want Xander and the rest will have a major case of the wiggins." Willow opened the door again, pushing Buffy out into the hall as she mumbled "Yeah, right...no wiggin." 'Hey,Maybe Sunnydale wasn't just a small town with nothing in it after all.'