Okay, it appears that I lied. There are more chapters. Sorry I haven't posted in a while. It's been crazy, last week of school. And, although I am a junior, I have a couple of senior classes. So, craziness. Okay, here you guys go...

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Scene 21

ANGEL: ( To Buffy, whispering.) So, do you think everyone is ready to go?

BUFFY: Yes. ( She turns to the wondering looks on everyone's faces.)

DAWN: So? I'm going to LA with everyone. I've got to go pack.

WILLOW: I'm going to help her. ( Both her and Dawn exit.)

XANDER: Where the redhead goes, I'm sure to follow. ( He leaves closely behind Willow.)

Scene 22- Dawn's room, a red-eyed and sniffly Willow is helping Dawn pack. Xander has taken to the task of removing the decorations of the walls.

WILLOW: Why did you decide to go?

DAWN: Well, Ian, he's going to UCLA on an art scholarhip. God, Willow, his photos are amazing. He wants to do human photography.

XANDER: Hey isn't that where he gets to take picture of like na... Dawn?

DAWN: (Blushing.) I'm in love, guys. Real. Like rip-your-heart-out love, like I can't breath without him. And it hurts, and it's beautiful at the same time.

WILLOW: Is he going this summer? (Dawn nods.) Go call him in my room. Tell him. (Dawn exits.)

XANDER: Boy, she grew up fast.

WILLOW: No, Xander, she came into the world like that. She didn't have the luxury or pain of growing up.

XANDER: That thing she said, about love, I wonder if true love is like that.

WILLOW: Sometimes I wonder myself, Xander.

XANDER: Maybe we just, well, maybe we don't need to wonder anymore. ( Willow looks up, caught by the pure emotion in his deep eyes. Tears glisten in the brightness of them.)

WILLOW: Xander?

XANDER: Willow, since all, well, since life happened, since we knew where we stood, I've been faltering. It feels like I had to have you around to stand. We explored that before, but that was lust. It was two kids who were experiencing unfamiliar hormones by exploring familiar territory. It was fear of the 'firsts' of life without each other. Now we're done with firsts. No more first kisses, first times, first heartbreaks, no first loves. We were that. We used to secretly spend the night in your bed. Do you remember Willow, do you remember when we were little and got scared? We couldn't run to our parents, so we ran to each other. We'd stay under the covers in your bed, holding hands and sleeping in each others' arms. When we got older, that meant more, and the few times we did it, I know that sleep wasn't what on my mind. I don't think it was your thought either. Willow, I told you I loved you to save the world. But I also said it because I love you. I thought I meant it platonically. I kept convincing myself while you were in England that the dreams were only because I missed you. That I dreamt of being with you because in high school, being 'together' in that sense is what comforted us. Our fears made each kiss beautiful. Willow, I'm scared again. And not of being with you. I'm scared to death of being without you. I'm head over heels in love. With you. ( He is almost really crying now, and he has put his hands on her hips to speak to her, now she putting her hands on his shoulders, to balance herself. She lifts her head up, like she is going to kiss him, but whispers something in his ear. He smiles at it. Then he closes the door with her body, pressing her against it. Xander lifts her up with ease, capturing her lips with a seering kiss. He kisses at her throat while he fumbles to lock the door.)