Ok guys I know I took a little while to update this story but here is the second chapter. Maybe I took so long to update because I got discouraged from that awful flame I got for the first chapter(and btw to whoever that flamer was I would really APPRECIATE if you did not FLAME some of my FIRST TIME STORIES. I mean cut me some slack it was my FIRST buffy fic so just be patient for better writing. I promise It will get better.) Oh yeah to that flamer of my wicked story I would like to tell you that if you can't appreciate my art then just EF OFF! ( I was kinda absorbed with my zutara story anyway( hoping to update soon btw). Hope you like this chapter because I worked a WHOLE LOT HARDER on this it(besides the first chapter was kinda just a random idea that developed into a fanfic… and I also kinda wrote the first chapterat 3 a.m. lol! Leave reviews but no flames please!
Willow grumbled dramatically to herself, "Don't want to go to school, don't want to get up, don't want to ask Xander out". She climbed out of her bed like a female bear, climbing out of her cozy bed after a deep slumber during hibernation, into the cold world filled with strangers.
She saw her beautiful, glossy red hair tangled in a lovely mess. Her eyes looked glassy and she had bags under them as if the best makeup artist in Hollywood had put them there. "Yuck, I'll never tame this uncontrollable mess in time for school!" she said as her throat knotted up as if she were about to break down and cry. She started brushing the shiny, hair which right now was the bane of her existence. If she had known that her hair would have been this messy in the morning she probably wouldn't have even slept. But it was to late she had already tossed and turned on it for about 7 hours. She then went out of her mind trying to rush and quickly dressed in a sweater, but changed her mind, remembering of a time when Xander made fun of her favorite one. She had put invisible stains on her carpet that day. Stains of embarrassment and humiliation. Her eyes welled up at the thought of it as she glanced to the weary and worn carpet that had so often held her tears upon its wearing surface. She changed into a mauve-colored t-shirt wich held the first initial of the name she so often longed to hear spoken by her true love . She then put on the shortest skirt she could find, unfortunately it went past her knees. She slipped on flip-flops and ran out the door her heart pounding. She dreaded the thought of another girl sitting in her designated spot next to Xander. But to her extreme relief she had made it just in time and found a free seat next to …him. She hesitated but struck up the nerve to sit.
"Hey," said Xander in that way that always made that natural rosy color rise to the surface of her awaiting cheek. The way he looked at her, she couldn't help but giggle in her girlish fashion.
"Hi," she said. When they arrived at Sunnydale High School, the flyers for the dance screamed at her: "Go ahead. Ask him out!" She walked in the hall trying to avoid the eyes that she seemed to feel crawling under her skin. "So Xander, um- I, I, was just gonna- um, tell you that I liked your shoes."
"Thanks Wil."
"Sure." I'm a chicken, she thought, all the while distressed.
"Hey Willow, " Buffy walked up to the two. "I was wondering if you guys could come help me patrol tonight." "Sure" Said Xander casually.
"Sure," said Willow immediately, with a sort of nervous air.
"Well, we should get to class," said Xander.
At the end of the day, Willow was distressed once again . She hadn't asked him out. The one goal she had set for herself for that day was a failure! The dance was in four days. She was moping her way to the buses when she ran into someone holding a Coke. She distressed even more. It got all over clothes, and Buffy needed to patrol… immediately.
She confronted Buffy immediately, about to stain the pavement with the same tears which haunted her carpet. Buffy was lucky. She had dry clothes that hugged her body like a silk glove. Her hair blew in the afternoon wind, uncovering that face, the face which was the last image so many vampires and demons saw before being sent to their slayer-inflicted death. "It's no prob, Wil, I've got a change of clothes in my locker." Buffy gave her a pair of tight leather jeans and a belly shirt. She put on the clothes .
She looked hot.
That night while patrolling, Xander couldn't take his wandering eyes off of the body that was normally covered with one of Willow's signature sweaters,(he never knew she had such a ..BODY) when suddenly a vampire came and grabbed him from behind. Willow freaked out and came at the vampire in such a brave and heroic manner that you might of mistaken her for the slayer. She used that stake like she had practiced all of her life with it and dusted the vampire who tried draining the life out of her beloved Xander. Xander hugged his heroine tight. She blushed in that usual girlish fashion.
"Thanks, Wil."