TITLE: Burgandy
AUTHOR: Ben Is Glory
RATING: PG-13
PAIRING: B/S
DISCLAIMER: Characters would be Mr. Whedon's. So is the poem. Title is CoRo's. The little song is whoever wrote Bring It On. You see, I own nothing. Nothing, I tell you!
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Did you think I was dead? Well, I've definitely exhibited some dead-like qualities lately. I'm sorry for the long wait. With midterms and all, life was crazy. Now that it's Christmas break, I'll be able to get work done. How thrilling. I hope you haven't abandoned me on this exciting little journey that we're just starting. Wee xD Also? This if for Lauren, who's been telling me to write.
FEEDBACK: I need it like things I need a lot.
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A month had gone by, and it had been the best month of Buffy's life. She and Will had become inseparable. Whenever she wasn't attending class or doing homework, she was always with him. He never ceased to amaze her, and he was always coming up with new little surprises to impress her. Will was the most amazing person she had ever met.
One night, Willow decided to take Buffy out for a girl's only night. Both girls had been very wrapped up in their boyfriends, and Willow thought they could use a fun bonding activity.
"So, what did you have in mind?" Buffy asked.
"Oh, I don't know. Movie? Ice cream? Sound good to you?" suggested the redhead.
"I'm in!"
The roommates hurried over to the video store. "Now… all we have to figure out is what movie we want. What are you up for?" Willow wondered.
"Something fun. No tearjerkers, thank you," responded Buffy.
"I agree, so…" The other girl browsed the racks of movies. She stopped and picked up a tape, giggling. "What do you think?" she questioned as she held up the video.
Buffy's face lit up immediately, and a smile spread across her face. "Perfect!"
A short trip to the grocery store to get ice cream, and the girls were back on their way home. Willow glanced at her friend and began sheepishly, "You know, Buff, I've really missed you these past couple of weeks."
The blonde was a bit shocked, but she hid her puzzled expression. "I'm sorry, Wills. I've missed you, too."
"I'm glad we're doing this movie thing tonight."
"So am I," Buffy said as she slipped her arm over Willow's shoulder to pull her into a quick hug. The pair kept walking to their dorm.
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Fifteen minutes later, Buffy and Willow were back in their room. Willow was busy getting the ice cream ready, and Buffy popped the video into the VCR. The movie began playing, and the blonde started jumping around the room and singing.
"I'm sexy. I'm cute. I'm popular to boot," she echoed from the film.
Willow laughed and decided to join in. "I'm bitchin', great hair. The boys all love to stare!"
"I want it. I'm hot. I'm everything you're not!" said Buffy as she ran her hands down her body.
"I'm pretty. I'm cool. I dominate the school." countered Wills.
"Who am I? Just guess. Guys wanna touch my chest."
"I'm rockin'. I smile. And many think I'm vile."
"I'm flyin'. I jump. You can look, but don't you hump!"
"I'm major. I roar. I swear I'm not a whore!" sang the redhead, giving her most innocent look.
Both girls finished the song together. "We cheer and we lead. We act like we're on speed. Hate us cause we're beautiful, well we don't like you either! We're cheerleaders. We are cheerleaders. Uh huh!" Buffy and Willow collapsed on the bed in a fit of giggles.
"Now that was fun," declared the blonde.
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Ninety minutes and one carton of double fudge brownie ice cream later, the roommates were still wired. Willow glanced at the clock. "Uck," she said in disgust. "It's almost midnight. Damn eight o'clock classes. We better sleep."
Buffy made her pouty-face, but reluctantly agreed. "Yeah, you're right. Somehow I don't think Giles would love the idea of a sleeping me while discussing seventeenth century literature tomorrow." She climbed up onto her bed from her place on the floor, and began to pull the covers back on her bed. Tucked neatly on top of her pillow was a small piece of folded paper. "What's this?" she asked her roommate.
"Don't know. Let's find out."
Buffy grabbed the note and unfolded it carefully. A poem, written in beautiful cursive, graced the page. Her eyes carefully read, and she melted. It read: My heart expands, tis grown a bulge in it; inspired by your beauty, effulgent. --William Walthrop. She could feel tears well, and passed the piece of paper to her friend. "I have to call him," Buffy declared.
"Um… it's kind of late, Buff," Willow pointed out.
"I don't care. I have to let him know." She picked up the phone and dialed Will's number quickly. One ring. Two rings. She began to get nervous, but as per usual, he answered on the third ring.
"Hello?" answered the groggy voice.
"William," she greeted him warmly.
"Buffy," he said with surprise, his voice lightening. "Hey. I'm guessing you got my note."
"I loved it."
He let out a sigh of relief. "I'm glad. I was afraid you'd hate it."
"I…" she hesitated, her voice shrinking. "I love you," she said timidly. She could almost hear him smile through the telephone.
"I love you, too," he managed, overcome with joy. "Listen, our anniversary's on Saturday, and I was wondering if you want to go out to dinner."
"Absolutely. I can't wait."
"Great. I'll see you in class tomorrow, then? Get some sleep."
"Okay, Mom," she joked.
"See you tomorrow, pet. Night," Will added.
"Bye." Buffy placed the phone back on the receiver and glanced at her best friend. Willow had a huge smile plastered to her face.
"You guys are so cute," she commented.
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After what seemed like the longest week in recorded history, it was finally Saturday, and Buffy was ready to explode with anticipation of her anniversary date. Will was picking her up at seven, and she had begun her nervous pacing around four.
"Buff, you really need to stop," Willow advised. "You're going to put holes in our carpet," she joked.
The blonde nervously glanced at her watch. Six forty-five. Fifteen minutes. Okay, you can do this, Buffy. she told herself. "How do I look?"
"For the millionth time, you look amazing." Willow helped her pick out the perfect anniversary outfit. Buffy was dressed in a black lacy skirt and a white top. Her hair was curled loosely, and her lips were extra glossy. She was all fixed up to have the best night of her life, and all she wanted to do was crawl up in Will's arms and stay there forever.
Suddenly, the ring of the telephone pierced the air, and Buffy was brought rocketing back out of her daydream. Buffy picked up the phone and chirped a "hello," wondering if it was Will.
"Buffy!" a strangled scream came from the other end of the phone line.
"Dawn! What's wrong?"
-TBC-
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A/n: And *now* kiddies, our story begins. Also? ::shameless plug:: If you're a Spuffy shipper ((which I'm guessing all of you are)), go check out my latest Spuffy story, Bent. Review because it makes me smile, eh?