Chapter 4 - Getting to know Each Other

"Oh, hey." Buffy replied cheerily. "Oh, here. Lemme help you with that." Buffy walked over to Willow and took one of her bags.

"Thanks."

"No problem. I'm Buffy and this is my sister, Dawn." Buffy stuck out her and Willow shook it.

"Hi."Dawn smiled and also shook Willow's hand.

"So. We hear you requested a room change." Buffy said trying to spark a conversation.

"Yeah. My two roomates were always partying and drinking. Sometimes they even brought the parties to the dorm. As sooon as I started failing biology, I knew I needed knew roomates. " Willow repiled.

"I see. Don't worry. We're not big with the partying lately. Besides, I wanna keep my grades up to avoid my mother's 'I'm not angry, I'm just disappointed' speech." Buffy replied.

"So, did you just move to Sunnydale?" Willow asked as she unzipped her suitcase.

"Yeah. We used to live in Los Angelus, right on the coast of California. We went to the beach, like every day." Dawn smiled remembering those days.

"Sounds nice. I wish Sunnydale was that nice. It's so dull here." Willow sighed.

The girls continues to talk and bond until ten o'clock rolled around and they headed off to classes.

The first day in classes were pretty much hell for Dawn and Buffy. It included the basic things. -Standing up in front of the class, saying their hobbies and loads of catch up work and assignments. All three of them were relieved when the day ended at five oclock and they retired to their dorm to chat more.

"So, we met Xander and Cordelia, right?" Dawn asked as she flopped on her bed.

"Yeah."

"I like them. And Xander's pretty cute." Dawn replied with a sly grin. Buffy playfully tossed a purple pillow at her head.

"What! He was..." Dawn defended.

"Sooooooooo, what about you, willow? Got a boyfriend?" Buffy asked with a grin. Willow flushed slightly.

"Noooo." She replied.

"But there's someone...I can tell. Spill. Now." Buffy hopped onto Willow's bed with Dawn close behind. They were bonding so quickly.

"There's one guy..." Willow trailed off, still smiling.

"Name, age, description!" Buffy squealed.

"His name's Oz, and I don't know how old he is. He's in a band -Well sorta. The band's a work in progress...He plays the guitar...kinda short, but he has really nice hands." Willow gushed.

"Oooh! Have you talked to him?" Buffy asked excitedly.

"Well...no." Willow admitted.

"That's okay. You will whe you're ready. Which better be soon, cuz I'm happily in the land of Single-ville and I need happy, mushy details." Buffy replied.

"Next subject." Willow said.

"Xander!" Dawn chirped.

"Not much to say about him...his family's pretty poor...But he rarely ever sees them anyway." replied Willow

"Poor? Then how can he afford to come here?" Dawn asked while munching on some chips from the vending machine down the hall.

"Apparently he has a rich aunt or something like that."

"What about Cordelia?" Buffy asked.

"Well...she's pretty much the opposite of Xander...except for the fact that they both never see their parents."

"They both seem nice." Dawn mumbled with her mouth full.

"They are. Except Cordelia is very moody. Just a heads up. She can get pretty scary at times." Willow warned.

"One more thing though." Buffy started."What do you know about Principal Gaffety? He gives me a grade "A" case of the wiggins." Buffy asked.

"Actually, there's a lot of rumors going around about him." Willow. "One is that when he was little his parents abused him. And that when he was seven, his dad killed his mom and just left." Willow paused for a reaction.

"Wow."

Then she continued."And you know how there's trees all over the the campus?" A nod from both the girls." People who were here last year said that when he became the principal, those trees weren't there. They say he freaked out and planted them everywhere because he doesn't like the sun. That's why he's so pale."

"Freaky." Dawn replied.

Later that night when the girls were asleep, Bufffy lay in her bed tossing and turning, twisiting herself up n the purple sheets. She couldn't get comfortable. She kept...Was tingling a good word for it? She was tingling. After an hour or so of fidgeting, she finally fell into a restlesss,uneasysleep.