12/16/05
Zappy Turtles
AN: Take two of Queerness.
Willow always had an extra change of clothes with her. Ever since the semester abroad in China four years ago, she had learned quickly the lesson of not being caught unprepared. It had been rather scary in the beginning, but a couple of changes in her lifestyle hadn't been too hard.
So, as her second year at Sunnydale High school was going so well, with there having been no real complications or disasters, she was confident that she could last until Christmas Break without anything happening. Looking at herself in the mirror with a satisfied expression on her face, she patted her large sweater. "Alright, Willow," she asked herself, "Are you ready for another day of school?"
And, with a huge smile on her face, she skipped down the stairs, grabbed her backpack, and skipped out of the house. Her friend Jesse was down the street, waiting at the corner for her. Looping her arm with the black haired boy, she smiled up at him.
He smiled back, "Hey Wills'. You seem chipper this morning."
"Ahuh. Yep!" Willow nodded exuberantly, turning and leading her friend in the direction of the school. "I just have a good feeling about today, is all. How bout you? Study for the big Math test today?"
Jesse groaned, his brown eyes rolling. "Please, can we not talk about that right now? Or, better yet, ever?"
Willow grinned. "You were at the Bronze last night, weren't you. Trying to pick up Cordelia… Again?"
"Sheeyah. What else is there to do on a school night? I know she's just waiting for the right time to approach me…"
It was Willow's turn to roll her eyes. "You wish."
Jesse stopped, the tugging of his arm stilling her. "You're one to talk," he said, curling the side of his mouth up.
"What?"
"Hmm, I don't know… One Xander Harris?"
"Grah!" Willow tried to tackle Jesse, but his much taller height prevented her from getting even close. "No fair! Don't bring him up!"
Jesse just stuck out his tongue and ran down the street after disengaging his arm. Willow barely had a chance to scramble after him, laughing.
When she was in China, having stayed at the home of a family of martial artists, Willow had been dragged along to a special training ground when there was a break in school. So, after arriving at what was known as the Jusenkyo Springs after a week of trekking through the wilderness, at the first sign of water big enough to wash in, she had hurried forward and jumped into the closest one. That had been a big mistake.