Chapter Two: Hello Again
Willow Rosenburg stepped out of her car and adjusted her glasses. She had just finished her
second year of college where she studied Psycology and Social Skills. She dreamed of one day
becoming the next Dr. Phil or someone like him, helping people understand their lives and getting
paid good money to do so. She was here in good ol' Los Angeles for Angel's birthday party. Angel
was something dear to her, as he used to babysit her when she was younger. Always the older
handsome teenage boy in her living room throughout her pre-pubescent years, and now at twenty
she still found him attractive. But even more so, he was her best friend, or at least one of them.
Willow walked around to the trunk of her car, running her hand through her silky red hair. She
leaned down to pop it open with her key, but as she did so, she heard a russling in the bushes
beside the shiny red convertable. Nights in L.A. were goddamn creepy. She shook her head,
passing it off as a cat or something.
"You're a psycology major, Will, not a psycho." She said to herself, shaking her head again.
The russling in the bush continued, but Willow just went back to opening her trunk, and then
revealing a nicely wrapped box when she was finished. Gripping peppor spray on her keychain,
Willow closed the trunk and started walking away.
Then footsteps. Behind her, growing faster and faster with every beat.
Willow started to breathe heavilly, and then with a Xena-like cry, she turned around and sprayed
the peppor spray in her followers eyes.
"AAAAAAGH!" The man cried out, falling to the ground. "Will! It's just me!"
Her eyes widened when she recognized who it was.
"Xander! Oh my god, I am so, so sorry." She said, dropping down to help him.
"Don't you think you should say 'Hey it's Xander' before I ruin your sight?"
"Oh Will, You know I can;t let a good prank pass me by. What's with the paranoa?" Xander said
all while rubbing his eyes.
"Well," She let out a small smile. "you can never be too careful. So, where's your skank?"
She was of course referring to Xanders girlfriend, Cordelia Chase. She was an actress out here
in Hollywood, but she was famous for her...umm...little Cordelias, or huge. Whatever you'd
prefer, because either way they got more screen time then her. Willow was always jealous of
Cordelia, one reason being because of her annoyingly good looks, the other being that she had
Xander. Willow and Xander had a thing in high school. It was special, at least to her. They broke
it off when they went their separate ways after senior year. Willow off to college, Xander out to
Hollywood to pursue a career in stand up comedy. And he was very funny too.
"Oh, Cordelia? Now now be nice, Will." He giggled slightly. "She's in the limo talking with Buffy.
Oh yeah, she's here, and we get to ride in a limo to Angel's party. It's huge."
"Buffy! And a limo. Wow, this should be fun." Willow said. "So, where is this place we get to go
for Angel's party?"
"Some old building on the edge of town. They apparently spruced it up for this ultra-exclusive
occasion." Xander explained. "And there's the limo."
***
Buffy looked out the window of the rather large, white limo. She of course saw Xander and
Willow approaching and let out a relieved smile. Buffy, Xander and Willow were a trio. Three
best friends from Sunnydale, a small town a few miles from L.A. She was pretty much a
homebody, and since her mother died, she had to deal with raising her kid sister alone. Needless
to say she hadn't seen the two that much since high school, but she was glad she would see
them now.
As for her relationship with Angel, that was a strange creature. She met him through Xander, and
they dated off and on. But no doubt his new squeeze, Darla, would be there. She kind of resented
Darla in the way that all girls would. She was a blonde bimbo, plain and simple. Buffy couldn't
compete with that. How could she?
"Oh god, you don't think they'll get back together and just abandon me, do you?" Said Cordelia,
peeking out the tinted window.
"No Cordelia, I'm sure it was over when high school ended." Buffy sighed and leaned back. When
the door opened, she jumped up and smiled.
"Hello again!" Willow said, hugging her.
"God, I've missed you guys." Buffy said, with tears starting to form in her eyes.
But what they didn't know is that it might be the last they ever saw of each other...
Willow Rosenburg stepped out of her car and adjusted her glasses. She had just finished her
second year of college where she studied Psycology and Social Skills. She dreamed of one day
becoming the next Dr. Phil or someone like him, helping people understand their lives and getting
paid good money to do so. She was here in good ol' Los Angeles for Angel's birthday party. Angel
was something dear to her, as he used to babysit her when she was younger. Always the older
handsome teenage boy in her living room throughout her pre-pubescent years, and now at twenty
she still found him attractive. But even more so, he was her best friend, or at least one of them.
Willow walked around to the trunk of her car, running her hand through her silky red hair. She
leaned down to pop it open with her key, but as she did so, she heard a russling in the bushes
beside the shiny red convertable. Nights in L.A. were goddamn creepy. She shook her head,
passing it off as a cat or something.
"You're a psycology major, Will, not a psycho." She said to herself, shaking her head again.
The russling in the bush continued, but Willow just went back to opening her trunk, and then
revealing a nicely wrapped box when she was finished. Gripping peppor spray on her keychain,
Willow closed the trunk and started walking away.
Then footsteps. Behind her, growing faster and faster with every beat.
Willow started to breathe heavilly, and then with a Xena-like cry, she turned around and sprayed
the peppor spray in her followers eyes.
"AAAAAAGH!" The man cried out, falling to the ground. "Will! It's just me!"
Her eyes widened when she recognized who it was.
"Xander! Oh my god, I am so, so sorry." She said, dropping down to help him.
"Don't you think you should say 'Hey it's Xander' before I ruin your sight?"
"Oh Will, You know I can;t let a good prank pass me by. What's with the paranoa?" Xander said
all while rubbing his eyes.
"Well," She let out a small smile. "you can never be too careful. So, where's your skank?"
She was of course referring to Xanders girlfriend, Cordelia Chase. She was an actress out here
in Hollywood, but she was famous for her...umm...little Cordelias, or huge. Whatever you'd
prefer, because either way they got more screen time then her. Willow was always jealous of
Cordelia, one reason being because of her annoyingly good looks, the other being that she had
Xander. Willow and Xander had a thing in high school. It was special, at least to her. They broke
it off when they went their separate ways after senior year. Willow off to college, Xander out to
Hollywood to pursue a career in stand up comedy. And he was very funny too.
"Oh, Cordelia? Now now be nice, Will." He giggled slightly. "She's in the limo talking with Buffy.
Oh yeah, she's here, and we get to ride in a limo to Angel's party. It's huge."
"Buffy! And a limo. Wow, this should be fun." Willow said. "So, where is this place we get to go
for Angel's party?"
"Some old building on the edge of town. They apparently spruced it up for this ultra-exclusive
occasion." Xander explained. "And there's the limo."
***
Buffy looked out the window of the rather large, white limo. She of course saw Xander and
Willow approaching and let out a relieved smile. Buffy, Xander and Willow were a trio. Three
best friends from Sunnydale, a small town a few miles from L.A. She was pretty much a
homebody, and since her mother died, she had to deal with raising her kid sister alone. Needless
to say she hadn't seen the two that much since high school, but she was glad she would see
them now.
As for her relationship with Angel, that was a strange creature. She met him through Xander, and
they dated off and on. But no doubt his new squeeze, Darla, would be there. She kind of resented
Darla in the way that all girls would. She was a blonde bimbo, plain and simple. Buffy couldn't
compete with that. How could she?
"Oh god, you don't think they'll get back together and just abandon me, do you?" Said Cordelia,
peeking out the tinted window.
"No Cordelia, I'm sure it was over when high school ended." Buffy sighed and leaned back. When
the door opened, she jumped up and smiled.
"Hello again!" Willow said, hugging her.
"God, I've missed you guys." Buffy said, with tears starting to form in her eyes.
But what they didn't know is that it might be the last they ever saw of each other...