TITLE: We're Friends Right? (Chapter 4)
RATING: PG-13 (for language, although it isn't very bad!)
DISCLAIMER: Own nothing, ain't getting paid!
FEEDBACK: Oh yes please!
SUMMARY: Does Xander have the confidence to go and get what he wants?
Xander woke up with a chronic headache and a Sahara dry mouth. He groggily looked around the basement, taking in the many empty beer cans. He groaned loudly as his recollection of the night before came back to him.
Oh shit, he thought to himself. Oz knows about my thing with Anya, he'll tell Willow, who'll tell Buffy, who'll tell-
Calm down moron. Oz promised he wouldn't didn't he? And Oz keeps his promises right? Right! Oz isn't the gossiping type. And if you're gonna be in a relationship with Anya anyway it doesn't matter who knows what.
Whoa hold up! Relationship? When did I start thinking about Anya in a relationship way? Oh God, alcohol is evil! I don't want a relationship with Anya! It had to be the beer talking. But is that just a cover for what I'm really feeling?
"Oh man, thinking too much hurts. Shower would be of the good." He said to himself, as he dragged himself to the bathroom humming the Spiderman tune to stop the Anya thoughts that were causing havoc to his nerves.
The shower had re-energised him, as had the asprin he'd taken. He set about tidying the room. Well, not tidying exactly, more like putting the rubbish into a bag and leaving the rest of the mess where it was. He made his bed quickly and pulled on some clothes. He had plans for today after all. Only he couldn't quite remember what they were. He knew that he and Oz had been discussing what they were going to be today. He was sure that they'd decided to do something.
He picked up the receiver of the phone and dialled the number for Oz's room. He let the phone ring and sighed when after 10 rings the guitarist still hadn't answered. He tapped his fingers on the little table that the phone rested on. Ah! Maybe he's at Willow's. He dialled the number.
"Hello?" Willow said her voice thick with sleep.
"Hey Will!" Xander replied cheerfully "Did I wake ya? Is Oz there?"
"Hi Xand, yes, and uh, yes."
"Well can I speak to him then?"
"I'm not sure he's actually awake, hold on."
Xander heard the muffled sounds of Willow rousing Oz up.
"Yeah?" Oz's groggy voice filled the line.
"Hey man! How you feeling?" Xander asked him.
"Not bad. Little headachy. You?"
"Same. Anyway, what are we doing today?"
"Huh?" Oz's confusion was obvious.
"Didn't we make plans? I remember making plans. I just don't remember the plans that were made."
"No man, you made plans. For you, and..." Oz stopped speaking.
"Me and what Oz?" Xander was acutely aware of the sense of dread that seemed to be bubbling in his stomach.
"You remember your confession? What you were gonna do about it?"
"Uh huh, so that was the plans? I was going to talk to Anya about my feeling yada yada?"
"Yep."
"Gulp."
"Yep."
"Oh man, I don't need to though right? I mean I was drunk last night..."
"Xander, you have to. You don't *need* to do it today but it's gotta be done. The sooner the better, ya know?"
"I know" Xander was totally dejected now. "I'll do it today. Get the humiliation and torture out of the way so I can party later on."
"There'll be no humiliation or torture Xand. Trust me man. Give me a call later 'kay?"
"Sure man. And thanks."
"No probs."
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The phone call to Oz was not what he had been hoping for. In fact, he admitted to himself it was what he'd been dreading. Of course he should tell Anya how he felt. She deserved that at least. Especially with the whole them being closer than close the other week. But he wasn't sure he could handle being shot down. Again.
He looked at the number in his hand and took a deep breath. He slowly dialled the numbers and then once the phone started to ring he panicked. He threw the receiver down. Best to do it face to face anyway, he told himself. Face to face? Really? If I can't even phone to do it there's no way in hell that I can say what I need to say to her face! I can and do face monsters and demons that would scare the shit out of Mike Tyson and yet I can't do something as simple as tell a girl that I like her? Strange but true. I guess, I better do it then!
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He stood at the door unsure if he should knock or run away. He remembered coming to pick Anya up for the prom. Her house was really nice, and so not the revenge-demony place he had envisioned. He had had trouble deciding whether to knock or not that night to. He had opted to knock when he realised showing up to the prom without a date would be a little too close to the loser title that most people held of him. And the thought of having Anyanka seek vengeance on him for standing her up was not what he wanted at all.
He raised his fist to knock when suddenly the door was flung open by the ex- demon herself.
"Uh hi." Xander offered weakly.
"Xander? What are you doing here?" She looked more than a little pissed.
"Um, well, I..I came to see you. But your going somewhere?"
"No. I looked out the window and saw you standing at my door like a pathetic lost puppy or something. I came to see what you wanted."
"Oh. I was going to knock eventually. I needed to figure out what I wanted to say."
Anya smiled at him a little menacingly "And?"
"Um." Xander licked his lips and shifted his eyes from her face. His palms were sweaty and his heart was beating way too fast for his liking.
"Xander, if you came to say what I think you're gonna say then don't. I get it okay? You obviously don't like me, though I don't see why not. I'm not ugly, my breasts aren't droopy and the intercourse was very good. But I understand that the human mind is a weird wacky place where the common laws of..."
"Anya, would you shut up!" Xander interrupted. "I didn't come to tell you that I didn't like you. If I was gonna do that then, then, I probably would have just ignored you whenever I saw you or get Buffy to tell you to stop stalking me or something."
"I don't stalk you!" Fury burned in Anya's eyes.
"No, no, no. That's not what I'm trying to say! Anya, I like you. I do."
"What? But after we consummated you said you were over me."
Xander looked at her like she had just told him she had danced with a purple elephant in a tutu. "No I did not! You said you were over me! I said okay!"
"It meant the same thing Xander! How stupid are you?"
"A lot more than I though obviously! I said okay because...because I didn't know what else to say. I mean, I though we were just getting together and you were saying it was over."
"I thought if I said that you'd try and dispute it. Tell me you liked me and that you didn't want me to be over you."
"That's what I was thinking. I couldn't get the words out. I didn't know how to say it. Plus if you were over it then who was I to try and persuade you otherwise." Xander looked at the ground. A blush creeping up his face at his own admission. He hadn't thought that that was what he had thought. But once the words were out of his mouth he realised they were true.
"I'm confused Xander" Anya said plainly.
"Me too Anya." He couldn't help but laugh. "I like you. A lot."
"I like you too Xander. A lot."
"So, we both like each other. Do you maybe wanna go out some time? On a date?"
Anya beamed at him "Yes."
Xander couldn't keep the silly grin from taking over his face "Awesome. Well, I should probably go. I'll give you a call though okay?"
Anya nodded, "Xander?"
"Yeah?"
"No ones home right now, do you want to come in and have intercourse again?"
Xander swallowed hard. What should he do? He should be gentlemanly and wait until they'd been out on their date first. But, he'd never saw himself as much of a gentleman. He was more of a hot-blooded male and he had lost the ability to say no.
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Anya's head was on his chest and he decided he liked the way it felt there. He also liked the sweet female smell of her. And the way her fingers trailed up and down his arm.
"Mmmm...that was better than last time. Don't you think?"
Xander nodded his agreement.
"We're good at it aren't we? Sex I mean."
We? He liked the sound of that. He really, really did.
"Anya?"
"Yes?"
"I really like you"
THE END
A/N: That's it folks!! I'm no good at writing endings! I just want to keep going and going! Thanks to everyone for your lovely reviews! You make one so very, very happy. Please tell me what you think of the story as a whole and how it can be improved! All suggestions will be taken in to consideration. I may use them to better this story or in future writing! Thanks again!
RATING: PG-13 (for language, although it isn't very bad!)
DISCLAIMER: Own nothing, ain't getting paid!
FEEDBACK: Oh yes please!
SUMMARY: Does Xander have the confidence to go and get what he wants?
Xander woke up with a chronic headache and a Sahara dry mouth. He groggily looked around the basement, taking in the many empty beer cans. He groaned loudly as his recollection of the night before came back to him.
Oh shit, he thought to himself. Oz knows about my thing with Anya, he'll tell Willow, who'll tell Buffy, who'll tell-
Calm down moron. Oz promised he wouldn't didn't he? And Oz keeps his promises right? Right! Oz isn't the gossiping type. And if you're gonna be in a relationship with Anya anyway it doesn't matter who knows what.
Whoa hold up! Relationship? When did I start thinking about Anya in a relationship way? Oh God, alcohol is evil! I don't want a relationship with Anya! It had to be the beer talking. But is that just a cover for what I'm really feeling?
"Oh man, thinking too much hurts. Shower would be of the good." He said to himself, as he dragged himself to the bathroom humming the Spiderman tune to stop the Anya thoughts that were causing havoc to his nerves.
The shower had re-energised him, as had the asprin he'd taken. He set about tidying the room. Well, not tidying exactly, more like putting the rubbish into a bag and leaving the rest of the mess where it was. He made his bed quickly and pulled on some clothes. He had plans for today after all. Only he couldn't quite remember what they were. He knew that he and Oz had been discussing what they were going to be today. He was sure that they'd decided to do something.
He picked up the receiver of the phone and dialled the number for Oz's room. He let the phone ring and sighed when after 10 rings the guitarist still hadn't answered. He tapped his fingers on the little table that the phone rested on. Ah! Maybe he's at Willow's. He dialled the number.
"Hello?" Willow said her voice thick with sleep.
"Hey Will!" Xander replied cheerfully "Did I wake ya? Is Oz there?"
"Hi Xand, yes, and uh, yes."
"Well can I speak to him then?"
"I'm not sure he's actually awake, hold on."
Xander heard the muffled sounds of Willow rousing Oz up.
"Yeah?" Oz's groggy voice filled the line.
"Hey man! How you feeling?" Xander asked him.
"Not bad. Little headachy. You?"
"Same. Anyway, what are we doing today?"
"Huh?" Oz's confusion was obvious.
"Didn't we make plans? I remember making plans. I just don't remember the plans that were made."
"No man, you made plans. For you, and..." Oz stopped speaking.
"Me and what Oz?" Xander was acutely aware of the sense of dread that seemed to be bubbling in his stomach.
"You remember your confession? What you were gonna do about it?"
"Uh huh, so that was the plans? I was going to talk to Anya about my feeling yada yada?"
"Yep."
"Gulp."
"Yep."
"Oh man, I don't need to though right? I mean I was drunk last night..."
"Xander, you have to. You don't *need* to do it today but it's gotta be done. The sooner the better, ya know?"
"I know" Xander was totally dejected now. "I'll do it today. Get the humiliation and torture out of the way so I can party later on."
"There'll be no humiliation or torture Xand. Trust me man. Give me a call later 'kay?"
"Sure man. And thanks."
"No probs."
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The phone call to Oz was not what he had been hoping for. In fact, he admitted to himself it was what he'd been dreading. Of course he should tell Anya how he felt. She deserved that at least. Especially with the whole them being closer than close the other week. But he wasn't sure he could handle being shot down. Again.
He looked at the number in his hand and took a deep breath. He slowly dialled the numbers and then once the phone started to ring he panicked. He threw the receiver down. Best to do it face to face anyway, he told himself. Face to face? Really? If I can't even phone to do it there's no way in hell that I can say what I need to say to her face! I can and do face monsters and demons that would scare the shit out of Mike Tyson and yet I can't do something as simple as tell a girl that I like her? Strange but true. I guess, I better do it then!
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He stood at the door unsure if he should knock or run away. He remembered coming to pick Anya up for the prom. Her house was really nice, and so not the revenge-demony place he had envisioned. He had had trouble deciding whether to knock or not that night to. He had opted to knock when he realised showing up to the prom without a date would be a little too close to the loser title that most people held of him. And the thought of having Anyanka seek vengeance on him for standing her up was not what he wanted at all.
He raised his fist to knock when suddenly the door was flung open by the ex- demon herself.
"Uh hi." Xander offered weakly.
"Xander? What are you doing here?" She looked more than a little pissed.
"Um, well, I..I came to see you. But your going somewhere?"
"No. I looked out the window and saw you standing at my door like a pathetic lost puppy or something. I came to see what you wanted."
"Oh. I was going to knock eventually. I needed to figure out what I wanted to say."
Anya smiled at him a little menacingly "And?"
"Um." Xander licked his lips and shifted his eyes from her face. His palms were sweaty and his heart was beating way too fast for his liking.
"Xander, if you came to say what I think you're gonna say then don't. I get it okay? You obviously don't like me, though I don't see why not. I'm not ugly, my breasts aren't droopy and the intercourse was very good. But I understand that the human mind is a weird wacky place where the common laws of..."
"Anya, would you shut up!" Xander interrupted. "I didn't come to tell you that I didn't like you. If I was gonna do that then, then, I probably would have just ignored you whenever I saw you or get Buffy to tell you to stop stalking me or something."
"I don't stalk you!" Fury burned in Anya's eyes.
"No, no, no. That's not what I'm trying to say! Anya, I like you. I do."
"What? But after we consummated you said you were over me."
Xander looked at her like she had just told him she had danced with a purple elephant in a tutu. "No I did not! You said you were over me! I said okay!"
"It meant the same thing Xander! How stupid are you?"
"A lot more than I though obviously! I said okay because...because I didn't know what else to say. I mean, I though we were just getting together and you were saying it was over."
"I thought if I said that you'd try and dispute it. Tell me you liked me and that you didn't want me to be over you."
"That's what I was thinking. I couldn't get the words out. I didn't know how to say it. Plus if you were over it then who was I to try and persuade you otherwise." Xander looked at the ground. A blush creeping up his face at his own admission. He hadn't thought that that was what he had thought. But once the words were out of his mouth he realised they were true.
"I'm confused Xander" Anya said plainly.
"Me too Anya." He couldn't help but laugh. "I like you. A lot."
"I like you too Xander. A lot."
"So, we both like each other. Do you maybe wanna go out some time? On a date?"
Anya beamed at him "Yes."
Xander couldn't keep the silly grin from taking over his face "Awesome. Well, I should probably go. I'll give you a call though okay?"
Anya nodded, "Xander?"
"Yeah?"
"No ones home right now, do you want to come in and have intercourse again?"
Xander swallowed hard. What should he do? He should be gentlemanly and wait until they'd been out on their date first. But, he'd never saw himself as much of a gentleman. He was more of a hot-blooded male and he had lost the ability to say no.
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Anya's head was on his chest and he decided he liked the way it felt there. He also liked the sweet female smell of her. And the way her fingers trailed up and down his arm.
"Mmmm...that was better than last time. Don't you think?"
Xander nodded his agreement.
"We're good at it aren't we? Sex I mean."
We? He liked the sound of that. He really, really did.
"Anya?"
"Yes?"
"I really like you"
THE END
A/N: That's it folks!! I'm no good at writing endings! I just want to keep going and going! Thanks to everyone for your lovely reviews! You make one so very, very happy. Please tell me what you think of the story as a whole and how it can be improved! All suggestions will be taken in to consideration. I may use them to better this story or in future writing! Thanks again!