Title: French Monkeys
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters of Buffy the Vampire Slayer or te show itself. They belong to Joss...and all those people.
Summary: My first Buffy fic. Just a little fluff about my favorite couple...besides B/A. Set before graduation, after the Faith hateness started...so mid-senior year.
~Chapter 1~
Oz stared out the classroom window, ya know, not thinking about class. He saw the gym class run around the track field but didn't really watch them. He was thinking of Willow. Willow kissage...
"Mr. Osbourne!"
The science teacher rapped on his desk with a ruler. Oz jumped and looked up into his beady little eyes.
"Uhh, sorry. Kinda zoned out there for a sec."
The teacher glared and walked back up to the chalkboard...
~~~
There she was...an angel, a red-haired angel...
"Hey Oz! How's it goin?"
He snapped back to reality, not even phasing Willow, for the whole non-expression-ness.
"Five by five."
Willow raised an eyebrow.
"What? I always thought it was catchy."
Willow rolled her eyes and fiddled with the lock on her locker.
"So are the Dingoes playing at The Bronze tonight?"
Oh, how much she cared.
"Um, yea, I can't garentee non-sucky-ness though."
"Aw, come on, you guys are great. A lot better than what you give yourselves credit for, that's for sure."
Oz shrugged.
"Why, hello fellow love birds, isn't life grand?"
Xander filed in beside them along with Buffy.
"Fi-" Oz began.
"Fine. We're fine, dandy, actually, like roses." Willow interrupted, "Why are you so cheerful?"
"Can't a guy just come to school and smell it and be giddy?"
"Giddy?"
"Him and Cordilla got back together."
"Thank you, Buffy, for clearing that up."
"Oh, well, I already knew that." Oz said blankly.
"Why didn't you say anything?"
"Because it's Xander and Cordilla. No offense."
"None taken."
Willow agreed.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters of Buffy the Vampire Slayer or te show itself. They belong to Joss...and all those people.
Summary: My first Buffy fic. Just a little fluff about my favorite couple...besides B/A. Set before graduation, after the Faith hateness started...so mid-senior year.
~Chapter 1~
Oz stared out the classroom window, ya know, not thinking about class. He saw the gym class run around the track field but didn't really watch them. He was thinking of Willow. Willow kissage...
"Mr. Osbourne!"
The science teacher rapped on his desk with a ruler. Oz jumped and looked up into his beady little eyes.
"Uhh, sorry. Kinda zoned out there for a sec."
The teacher glared and walked back up to the chalkboard...
~~~
There she was...an angel, a red-haired angel...
"Hey Oz! How's it goin?"
He snapped back to reality, not even phasing Willow, for the whole non-expression-ness.
"Five by five."
Willow raised an eyebrow.
"What? I always thought it was catchy."
Willow rolled her eyes and fiddled with the lock on her locker.
"So are the Dingoes playing at The Bronze tonight?"
Oh, how much she cared.
"Um, yea, I can't garentee non-sucky-ness though."
"Aw, come on, you guys are great. A lot better than what you give yourselves credit for, that's for sure."
Oz shrugged.
"Why, hello fellow love birds, isn't life grand?"
Xander filed in beside them along with Buffy.
"Fi-" Oz began.
"Fine. We're fine, dandy, actually, like roses." Willow interrupted, "Why are you so cheerful?"
"Can't a guy just come to school and smell it and be giddy?"
"Giddy?"
"Him and Cordilla got back together."
"Thank you, Buffy, for clearing that up."
"Oh, well, I already knew that." Oz said blankly.
"Why didn't you say anything?"
"Because it's Xander and Cordilla. No offense."
"None taken."
Willow agreed.