Title: Movie Date

Summary: Willow has no idea what to do on a movie date.

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

Author's Notes: Challenge from searching4romeo. You know when Willow and Oz talk about their movie date in Phases? Well this is about that date.


Nibbling her lower lip, a typical indication of nervousness, Willow packed her homework into her napsack.

"Hey!" Buffy said cheerily, dressed, as usual, in the latest styles.

'She's probably the most fashionable Slayer ever.' Willow thought, taking a swig of her drinkbottle. "Hi." She replied glumly.

Buffy frowned. "What's with the long face, Wills?"

"I'm going on a date with Oz tonight."

"Ok, I'm confused." Buffy said, flipping bouncy blonde curls over her shoulder. "Why are you dreading a date with your hunky dream man?"

"Because I don't know what to do!" Willow wailed. "We're going to a movie, Buffy! Movies are held in darkness!"

"Ah, I see your dilemma. You don't know what to do in the movie, whether to put your arm around Oz and all that. Am I right?"

"Dilemma? Big word for you, Buff." Willow joked feebly. "Yeah, you're right."

"Yeah, well, big words come from talking to you and Giles." Buffy retorted. "Look, don't worry. Just follow Oz's lead. No social faux pas can occur from that." She headed towards the front exit.

"Did you swallow a dictionary while I wasn't looking?" Willow demanded.

"Yeah, that's my big secret to killing vamps. I bore them to death with long words and their meanings." Buffy sneered. "Come to my place. I'll help you get ready."

"Ok. That sounds good. Because I'm really really nervous, and omigod, what if I start babbling at him? That would be terrible, because it's really boring to listen to someone babble, and I'm doing it right now, aren't I."

Buffy smiled sympathetically. "Only a little." She said, slinging one arm around Willow's shoulders. "Don't worry. You'll be fine."


Willow adjusted her ankle-length black skirt nervously. "Are you sure this looks ok?" She asked. "I've never worn so little colour before."

"Trust me, Wills. You look great. Besides, you're wearing colour." Buffy reassured her.

The redhead smoothed her turquoise-and-teal blouse. "Yeah, but-"

"No buts, Willow Rosenberg." Buffy said sternly. "You look beautiful." The doorbell rang, and Willow 'eeped'. "Go meet your man. He'll be stunned." The green-eyed Slayer pushed Willow towards the door none-too-gently.

Willow ran down the stairs, glad Buffy had allowed her to wear a pair of flats instead of insisting she wear heels. She opened the door, smoothing her hair back into place, and smiled shyly at Oz. "Hey." She said softly.

Oz half-smiled back. "Hi, Willow. You look very nice."

From behind Willow, Buffy gave him a thumbs up.

Willow blushed. "Th-thanks." She stammered. "So do you...not that you don't look good all the time, but you look even better tonight, and oh, god, someone just kill me now." Willow buried her burning face in her hands.

"How about we get going. We don't want to be late." Oz suggested.

"Yes, going is good. We wouldn't want to miss the...previews." Willow replied eagerly.

"That would be devastating." Oz said dryly as they walked towards his van.


"So what should we see?" Willow asked, rubbing her arms from the cold.

"Whatever you want to see. I'm flexible." Oz said with a shrug.

Willow frowned. "Not horror, hits too close to home." She decided. "Not action, either, Buffy hates them and now I do by default. They never hold their weapons right. Not romance, you wouldn't like that. Comedy?"

Oz nodded. "Sounds good." He took her hand, leading her over to the ticket booth.

Willow couldn't hide her smile. Maybe there was nothing to worry about after all.

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