-Willow POV-
In this thing we call life, we all have to make decisions. These moments can be the difference between our lives turning into absolute crap, and become pure, unadulterated bliss.
Last night I made one of these life altering decisions. I opened up. To someone I barely know, and for some reason it didn't feel wrong, and for the first time in a long time, I didn't hold back. I let this girl see inside my soul, I allowed her to wipe away my tears, whisper into my ear and push away my silent fears.
With some unknown motive in mind I let this peculiar connection with her become stronger, she has this ability to make me feel like nothing else matters except me. I haven't felt that since my beloved Tara was killed, and I was so sure I'd never feel it again. Strange how these things happen.
I'm almost positive that Tara was referring to Kennedy when she told me that the girl I'm supposed to move on with would be coming soon. Relief is the dominating emotion, I have to admit. I was scared that she meant Faith. The mere suggestion makes me shudder. Faith's a great person these days, as a friend.
So I dry my hair and do up the top button on my, as of yet, unworn hipsters. I tug down the bottom of the tight black button up I'd grabbed while I was searching for clean clothes. She's smart, kind and sexy like crazy, so I'm not gonna hold back this time.
I let my fingers drift up and undo the bottom two buttons on the shirt and rearrange it so only the smallest bit of my stomach is showing. Sometimes, I wish I wasn't so pale, but it tends to work for me, so I don't think that often.
The bathroom door is all that's blocking me from the outside world. Today I'm going to do something I've never really thought about before. Be the aggressor. Be the one who actually makes the first move. New things, new day, new outlook. Power-Willow to the rescue.
-Kennedy POV-
This is insane.
Totally mad-crazy.
Last night I met this girl, I'd seen her before, but not actually spoken to her or had in proper interaction with her. Now I'm laying here, staring at the ceiling, wishing she'd come down from upstairs and we could talk. I'm kinda confused. Well, really, I'm very fucking confused.
It's 11am and the entire house is awake. Everyone's either eating or making food so they CAN eat. Faith went for a run about twenty minutes ago. The Dawn chick's somewhere with my band. I feel rejected. Buffy's been being nice, but I guess she sort of has to be. Xander, Anya and the creepy English dude arrived just after Faith departed and are all eating. I thought they went to someone else's place. haven't they got food there?
Interesting, the roof is two different shades of beige. Probably a demon blasted through it or something. Doesn't really matter anyway. I wish I'd told Willow about those hallucination things. At least then she could understand. something. Making sense isn't something I've been doing much of lately.
Footsteps. On the stairs. The only person upstairs is coming down. Finally.
Since we started this rollercoaster ride of fame, I've been afraid of becoming attached to anyone outside of my circle. But, even if I am going to die, I really /want/ to get attached to Willow. In anyway possible. Even if it's just as friends. She's just so damn entrancing.
I stand from my laying position on the couch, which unfortunately still smelt like Michael, and walk to foot of the stairwell.
Willow smiles warmly at me as she makes her way down and my head tilts itself sideways as I watch her take one step after another, her hand draped softly on the handrail.
"Willow." I start, my brain momentarily scrambles and I forget what I was going to say. She looks so gorgeous. Jeez! Why am I thinking like goddam teenager? Wait, scrap that, I still /am/ a teenager. Sorta. But her hair's wet and her skin glistens with the remaining moisture from her shower. A fraction of her stomach is revealed by the undone buttons of her top, pale soft skin peeking invitingly from just above her jeans.
"Yeah?" She's looking at me with a mixture of uncertainty and happiness. So easy to read, so cute.
Oh yeah, I'm supposed to speak now. "I. ahhh. never mind." Stupid, stupid, stupid. Mental bitch slap.
"No. What?" I sense the slight confusion, bordering on fear, in her voice. Why do I have to sound so serious?
"It's just." My voice fails me at the moment of truth and I can't believe it. I'm a certified rock star, lead singer no less, and I can't even talk to this girl! How pathetic! Argh! Ok, focus Kennedy. Stop staring at her, she's looking freaked out. ". Good Morning." Smile. Good. Well done. You managed to say something, now keep going.
"Mornin'." Willow's eyes captivate me and I feel the tightening in my gut increase. Not fair. Why can't I have this effect on her?
"Sorry, I'm weird. Um, you hungry? I'm sure they haven't devoured every last morsel of sustenance in the house. Though we can't be sure." Devoured? Morsel? Sustenance? What am I on?
"Heh, ok. can I ask you something?" Her eyes. Those fuckin' eyes! It's like every single possible shade of green is contained in them. The tiniest flecks of gold and copper though-out, just to top it off. I think I understand hypnotism now. And if I didn't know better I'd have to say I feel like she's enjoying it. The sheer torture of not being able to tell her that I like her. I really, really, really like her. I don't even KNOW HER! God help me.
"Sure, anything." Great, I sounded casual. Not bad casual, not uncaring casual, just ordinary casual. I hope.
"Well." She starts and the note of apprehension in her voice daunts me a little.
In this thing we call life, we all have to make decisions. These moments can be the difference between our lives turning into absolute crap, and become pure, unadulterated bliss.
Last night I made one of these life altering decisions. I opened up. To someone I barely know, and for some reason it didn't feel wrong, and for the first time in a long time, I didn't hold back. I let this girl see inside my soul, I allowed her to wipe away my tears, whisper into my ear and push away my silent fears.
With some unknown motive in mind I let this peculiar connection with her become stronger, she has this ability to make me feel like nothing else matters except me. I haven't felt that since my beloved Tara was killed, and I was so sure I'd never feel it again. Strange how these things happen.
I'm almost positive that Tara was referring to Kennedy when she told me that the girl I'm supposed to move on with would be coming soon. Relief is the dominating emotion, I have to admit. I was scared that she meant Faith. The mere suggestion makes me shudder. Faith's a great person these days, as a friend.
So I dry my hair and do up the top button on my, as of yet, unworn hipsters. I tug down the bottom of the tight black button up I'd grabbed while I was searching for clean clothes. She's smart, kind and sexy like crazy, so I'm not gonna hold back this time.
I let my fingers drift up and undo the bottom two buttons on the shirt and rearrange it so only the smallest bit of my stomach is showing. Sometimes, I wish I wasn't so pale, but it tends to work for me, so I don't think that often.
The bathroom door is all that's blocking me from the outside world. Today I'm going to do something I've never really thought about before. Be the aggressor. Be the one who actually makes the first move. New things, new day, new outlook. Power-Willow to the rescue.
-Kennedy POV-
This is insane.
Totally mad-crazy.
Last night I met this girl, I'd seen her before, but not actually spoken to her or had in proper interaction with her. Now I'm laying here, staring at the ceiling, wishing she'd come down from upstairs and we could talk. I'm kinda confused. Well, really, I'm very fucking confused.
It's 11am and the entire house is awake. Everyone's either eating or making food so they CAN eat. Faith went for a run about twenty minutes ago. The Dawn chick's somewhere with my band. I feel rejected. Buffy's been being nice, but I guess she sort of has to be. Xander, Anya and the creepy English dude arrived just after Faith departed and are all eating. I thought they went to someone else's place. haven't they got food there?
Interesting, the roof is two different shades of beige. Probably a demon blasted through it or something. Doesn't really matter anyway. I wish I'd told Willow about those hallucination things. At least then she could understand. something. Making sense isn't something I've been doing much of lately.
Footsteps. On the stairs. The only person upstairs is coming down. Finally.
Since we started this rollercoaster ride of fame, I've been afraid of becoming attached to anyone outside of my circle. But, even if I am going to die, I really /want/ to get attached to Willow. In anyway possible. Even if it's just as friends. She's just so damn entrancing.
I stand from my laying position on the couch, which unfortunately still smelt like Michael, and walk to foot of the stairwell.
Willow smiles warmly at me as she makes her way down and my head tilts itself sideways as I watch her take one step after another, her hand draped softly on the handrail.
"Willow." I start, my brain momentarily scrambles and I forget what I was going to say. She looks so gorgeous. Jeez! Why am I thinking like goddam teenager? Wait, scrap that, I still /am/ a teenager. Sorta. But her hair's wet and her skin glistens with the remaining moisture from her shower. A fraction of her stomach is revealed by the undone buttons of her top, pale soft skin peeking invitingly from just above her jeans.
"Yeah?" She's looking at me with a mixture of uncertainty and happiness. So easy to read, so cute.
Oh yeah, I'm supposed to speak now. "I. ahhh. never mind." Stupid, stupid, stupid. Mental bitch slap.
"No. What?" I sense the slight confusion, bordering on fear, in her voice. Why do I have to sound so serious?
"It's just." My voice fails me at the moment of truth and I can't believe it. I'm a certified rock star, lead singer no less, and I can't even talk to this girl! How pathetic! Argh! Ok, focus Kennedy. Stop staring at her, she's looking freaked out. ". Good Morning." Smile. Good. Well done. You managed to say something, now keep going.
"Mornin'." Willow's eyes captivate me and I feel the tightening in my gut increase. Not fair. Why can't I have this effect on her?
"Sorry, I'm weird. Um, you hungry? I'm sure they haven't devoured every last morsel of sustenance in the house. Though we can't be sure." Devoured? Morsel? Sustenance? What am I on?
"Heh, ok. can I ask you something?" Her eyes. Those fuckin' eyes! It's like every single possible shade of green is contained in them. The tiniest flecks of gold and copper though-out, just to top it off. I think I understand hypnotism now. And if I didn't know better I'd have to say I feel like she's enjoying it. The sheer torture of not being able to tell her that I like her. I really, really, really like her. I don't even KNOW HER! God help me.
"Sure, anything." Great, I sounded casual. Not bad casual, not uncaring casual, just ordinary casual. I hope.
"Well." She starts and the note of apprehension in her voice daunts me a little.