AN: Alright so despite the fact that NO ONE will leave a review, here's the next chapter. I'm really, REALLY proud of this chapter and it is probably my fave so all of you who think its flame-worthy please back off because you probably don't even know what fan fiction is. Anyway this is decidedly going to be a short fic but the reviews really REALLY mean a lot! Thanks! Enjoy! ;)

Meanwhile, while Willow despaired as the death filled clouds over her heads thundered, Angel slumbered in his dark damp cozy vampire cave, dreaming what only a vampire can dare to dream. He was awoken by his phone ringing loudly, but decided quickly not to answer it. The cold, empty, monotone male voice said, "Hello, please leave a message after the tone." Beeeeeeeeep.

"Hey, Angel. It's Xander. I really have to talk to you."

This message immediately caught his attention. His fingers flew across the phone keyboard. Xander picked up. "Hello?"

"Hey, I need to talk to you, too. Come to my place, now."

And soon, they were laughing and chatting until Xander got a solemn look on his face. "Look, last night Willow looked hot, and I realized how beautiful she really is. I need to ask her to the dance."

"Well, that's what I wanted to talk to you about! I don't know how to ask Buffy out to the dance."

"Just play it cool, and if you can't get her to say yes, then win her over at the dance."

"You're right, and you came to me for advice!"

"Well I have to go ask Willow out!"

"But Xander!" said Angel with a sly and amused smile that revealed his fangs. "It's midnight!"

And the two friends laughed and talked, instead.

The next day, Xander paced his room. "Willow, will you go to the dance with me? No, no, that sounds stupid."

He looked up at the moon. In it reflected Willow's seductive brown eyes, winking at him. 'Go ahead,' they seemed to say. "But I can't!" responded Xander, extremely, utterly, entirely exasperated.

"Moon have eyes?" Xander heard his friend's familiar voice striking up conversation.

"How'd you know, Angel?" asked Xander, as a smile crept across his beaming face.

"Happened to me, too. She laughed at me."

"Show's how lousy we are at following advice!" They both chuckled.

"How could I be so stupid!"

"She'll probably never speak to me again," they said, finishing each other's sentences. Their two loves for their girlfriends was almost identical.

"I can't do this. I have to go!" And with that, Xander fled out of the room, leaving Angel alone, as a tear trickled down his eye.

"I'm alone… Buffy's leaving me alone!"

Meanwhile…"I'm alone… Willow's leaving me alone!" The night ended on that solemn note.

The next day, Xander was determined. He walked through those front doors, and opened his lips, which were soon shut when he saw Willow. She had once again borrowed an outfit from Buffy. She truly was beautiful. He was a loser. He'd never life his feelings down. "I'm alone," he repeated. "Willow's leaving me alone." His vision became fuzzy. He saw Willow everywhere!

"You're not alone, Xander! You're not alone!" her millions of heads sang.

"I'm not alone," he whispered. He opened his eyes and realized, for every single last person had gone to class.

"I'm alone, but I'm not alone."

And somewhere in the cemetery, Angel muttered to himself, "I'm alone, but I'm not alone."