The Red Scare
Oh, no. Pinhead, Pinhead. Willow tried to shut her eyes discreetly. Not discreetly enough. She could hear Buffy clicking her tongue. 'Some Slayerette you are,' Willow thought. But pins. In the head. Nnnnnnn. Willow shook her head and raised a pillow over her face.
"The guy with no skin freaked me out. I can hardly eat," Xander said while stuffing his mouth with potato chips.
"Yeah. Except if you keep not eating like that, someone is going to have to make a midnight run to the store for more food," Buffy complained grabbing the bag of chips away from Xander.
"I vote for Willow - she isn't watching anyway." Xander gave Willow his most evil grin. With bits of potato chips in his teeth for the extra evil.
Willow pictured it. Dark Sunnydale streets - never safe to begin with. But it wouldn't happen there. She would get to the store safely. Maybe a little out of breath. Relieved. It would be there. Under the florescent lights. Pinhead.
"Yeah, right. I am not budging. In fact. I may never budge again," Willow declared and scrunched herself next to Buffy.
"My couch is your couch," Buffy said sweetly putting her arm around Willow.
Buffy was so nice and warm and soft and… Buffy squeezed Willow and pecking her on the cheek. That's what she meant to do. Except Willow had turned her head just then. There were lips. Really soft lips. Buffy lips. And Willow lips. Just for a second.
"Ummmm," Willow tried to speak.
Willow really wanted to say something right then. Something to break the tension. Some actual words maybe. But she knew her eyes had gone wide like they do. Probably not her most attractive look. Not that that mattered. Not at all.
"Woops," Buffy said with an easy, apologetic smile.
Willow smiled too. There. All better. No tension here. No Pinhead. No tension. No problem. Willow just had to go now.
"I'm gonna see what else is in the kitchen. To eat," Willow said.
Yes, because it's important to explain your every movement to your closest friends.
"You just don't want to buy me more chips. Ya coward," Xander accused jokingly, his eyes never having left the TV screen.
Willow just kept walking. Behind her she could hear the scrunching of the bag as Xander tried to fight Buffy for the last of the potato chips. Like he stood a chance. Then there was screaming and some other noise ... coming from the TV. Not Xander. Yet.
"You are missing the best part! Go ahead. Run away!" Xander yelled after Willow.
"And hide. Don't forget hide," Willow muttered as she opened the fridge and the nice cool air swept over her face.
The End