Disclaimer: I own the story, not the song or the show, my lack of owning
sucks. Oh well, Joss rules. Amber Benson is like a goddess. And Bowling
for Soup is awesome too. That's it. Sue me; I have 15 pennies you would
take great interest in.
Warnings: none, I think. Don't take my word for it though as I am very open minded so my idea of a warning and your idea of a warning may be two totally different things. What the hell just read it; whatever it is, you won't die.
Spoilers: Willow and Tara break up. Ok, now that you know that there aren't any.
Timeline: In between break ups
Feedback: An extra helping please. Scorn me and cynically mock me if you will just read it first.
Synopsis: Willow's POV. Tara broke up with her cos of the whole Majicks thing. Then Will tries to hook up again. Then Tara leaves. Much love (possible sarcasm)
Song: On and On About You by Bowling For Soup (who are awesome btw)
I'm happy again, to be stuck here again
And you're so happy again, to be stuck here again
Now we can rap about 'the good old days'
Laugh at dumb jokes that you make
It's great to be here and.
We sit on the couch, Dawn and Buffy are out, and the house is empty other than us. Our mouths are encased, tongues entwined. Her hand runs up my neck to my hair, she laces her fingers in it, tugging softly in a playful way. We never pull apart.
*** I look around and notice that this isn't actually happening. I just want it to be. We sit alone but at different ends of the couch, awkwardly. I smile at her, looking for some sort of sign that she wanted us to be OK like I do.
I'm just elated to be someone you once hated
And it's all so complicated
Maybe this time you can come outside your little world
Make out with another girl
If it were up to me.
I inch closer to her, she doesn't move. Her shoulders are tense and she's staring at her hands that rest in her lap, not looking at me. I slide off the couch onto my knees in front of her and take her soft hands in mine; I bring them to my lips and kiss each palm three or four times. I tell her I love her, but she doesn't respond. I ask her if she'll take me back, if she'd even consider it. She looks around the room, looking anywhere but at me.
I'd like to buy you flowers everyday
Make everyday a holiday
Carry on and on about you and the things you do
The things you do
She finally looks down into my pleading eyes. I see the answer to my question in her orbs. We don't speak as she gets up and walks to the door.
I'm so sorry again you say you're leaving me again
'Cause you're not happy again
And I'm left stuck here again
Now you can scream about the little things
Slap me twice across the face
Man it would be great if I could...
She opens it and stands on the threshold placing one of those silky hands on the framework and the other on the outer doorknob. I stand slowly, never taking my eyes of the back of her blonde head. She cranes her neck to look at me. Her deep, blue, blood-shot, cried-out, eyes are filled with sorrow and regret. And love, they're filled with her love for me. I return her gaze with the most uncaring, unemotional look I can muster, it's obviously pretty pathetic. I'm trying to make this easier for her. Her lips part, she tries to speak; nothing comes out, but a tear runs down her pale cheek. I don't cry, I stand tall and strong, for her benefit more than my own. She lowers her head and the tear hits the metal door-piece on the floor. I step closer as she closes the door behind her; I reach it right as it clicks shut. I rest my hand on the knob, eyes dry, my face probably is stony and uncaring. I sigh, she's gone. I rest my head on the door and break down, letting the tears flow freely, I don't have to be strong for her any more. Screw the Amazons.
Warnings: none, I think. Don't take my word for it though as I am very open minded so my idea of a warning and your idea of a warning may be two totally different things. What the hell just read it; whatever it is, you won't die.
Spoilers: Willow and Tara break up. Ok, now that you know that there aren't any.
Timeline: In between break ups
Feedback: An extra helping please. Scorn me and cynically mock me if you will just read it first.
Synopsis: Willow's POV. Tara broke up with her cos of the whole Majicks thing. Then Will tries to hook up again. Then Tara leaves. Much love (possible sarcasm)
Song: On and On About You by Bowling For Soup (who are awesome btw)
I'm happy again, to be stuck here again
And you're so happy again, to be stuck here again
Now we can rap about 'the good old days'
Laugh at dumb jokes that you make
It's great to be here and.
We sit on the couch, Dawn and Buffy are out, and the house is empty other than us. Our mouths are encased, tongues entwined. Her hand runs up my neck to my hair, she laces her fingers in it, tugging softly in a playful way. We never pull apart.
*** I look around and notice that this isn't actually happening. I just want it to be. We sit alone but at different ends of the couch, awkwardly. I smile at her, looking for some sort of sign that she wanted us to be OK like I do.
I'm just elated to be someone you once hated
And it's all so complicated
Maybe this time you can come outside your little world
Make out with another girl
If it were up to me.
I inch closer to her, she doesn't move. Her shoulders are tense and she's staring at her hands that rest in her lap, not looking at me. I slide off the couch onto my knees in front of her and take her soft hands in mine; I bring them to my lips and kiss each palm three or four times. I tell her I love her, but she doesn't respond. I ask her if she'll take me back, if she'd even consider it. She looks around the room, looking anywhere but at me.
I'd like to buy you flowers everyday
Make everyday a holiday
Carry on and on about you and the things you do
The things you do
She finally looks down into my pleading eyes. I see the answer to my question in her orbs. We don't speak as she gets up and walks to the door.
I'm so sorry again you say you're leaving me again
'Cause you're not happy again
And I'm left stuck here again
Now you can scream about the little things
Slap me twice across the face
Man it would be great if I could...
She opens it and stands on the threshold placing one of those silky hands on the framework and the other on the outer doorknob. I stand slowly, never taking my eyes of the back of her blonde head. She cranes her neck to look at me. Her deep, blue, blood-shot, cried-out, eyes are filled with sorrow and regret. And love, they're filled with her love for me. I return her gaze with the most uncaring, unemotional look I can muster, it's obviously pretty pathetic. I'm trying to make this easier for her. Her lips part, she tries to speak; nothing comes out, but a tear runs down her pale cheek. I don't cry, I stand tall and strong, for her benefit more than my own. She lowers her head and the tear hits the metal door-piece on the floor. I step closer as she closes the door behind her; I reach it right as it clicks shut. I rest my hand on the knob, eyes dry, my face probably is stony and uncaring. I sigh, she's gone. I rest my head on the door and break down, letting the tears flow freely, I don't have to be strong for her any more. Screw the Amazons.