Part 6
“Okay, her hand was in your shirt... and there was moaning… and a look on your face that I could have happily went the rest of my life without seeing… so don’t even try to fib you’re way out of this one.” Willow said as her and Buffy walked down the quiet halls of the high school.
“I wasn’t going to fib. I just… wasn’t gonna bring it up… anytime soon.” Buffy hung her head in shame, as if she’d been caught making out with a girl or something outrageous like that. “So… you’re freaked, right?”
Willow gave her friend a reassuring smile. “Hey… I thought you knew that I’ve evolved past the typical high school rich-bitch cliché. Besides… you know I like girls too. Why would I freak?”
“Simple. Because… it’s Faith.” Buffy explained as if this were knowledge everyone was been born with.
Willow wasn’t going to bring up the fact that what she had seen made her feel like she had stepped into the twilight zone, but since Buffy brought it up, she would take the opportunity. “I thought she was like, your arch nemesis… or something to that effect.”
“Yeah…” Buffy sighed, looking troubled. “I didn’t think it was exactly possible either, before today I mean.”
Willow suddenly realized that she was either blind or too wrapped up in her own world to have missed something so apparent. “Well, gee… the way you’re always talking about hating her… it’s obvious that she has some kind of effect on you... and… oh God, I’ll bet that song by The Cure was you and hers make out song in junior high, wasn’t it?”
“Yes as a matter of fact it was, Miss Observant. It’s conveniently titled Love Song even. I guess that means I should have known too,” Buffy agreed. “It’s just… I know that she’s not really a monster. She just thinks it’s easier to pretend that she doesn’t care rather than accept things as they are, ya know?”
Willow looked thoughtful for a moment. “I guess. I always thought there was something kinda superficial about her.”
“Anyway… I think she’ll be easing up from now on.” Buffy said. “She better, or she’s likely to give poor Tara a nervous breakdown.”
Willow smiled at the thought of the blonde who was caught staring at her ass a few minutes ago.
“Well, Tara is full of surprises. She’s a strong person, you can tell by the way her eyes make her look like she knows stuff that the rest of the world doesn’t understand.” Willow said with a faraway expression.
Buffy gave an over exaggerated sigh. “Yeah… isn’t she just dreamy…” She said before exploding into a fit of giggles. “God Willow, you’re just too easy to read. I bet you’re already daydreaming about heavy make out sessions with her.”
Willow pulled herself out of said daydream, and briefly went into panic mode. “Buffy, is it really that obvious? Great… she must think I’m a total slut-bomb!”
“Relax, Rosenberg. I’m sure that she’d be totally flattered to know that you went all drool-monster over her. But, uh... you don’t think she’s a little... I dunno, frumpy? Like attention k-mart shoppers status?”
Willow sighed wistfully. “Yeah, she’s perfect, isn’t she?” She said, sounding like she was talking to herself rather than the friend beside her. “I swear… I probably would have kissed her if Giles wouldn’t have interrupted with his British-ness.”
Buffy just shook her head and smiled at the sight of her friend being head-over-heels. “Slut-bomb.”
Willow had no idea how Buffy could leave herself open to what she was planning to say next. “Oh really? I think anyone who gets caught saying ‘Oh, Faith… don’t stop’ outside the library window automatically wins the official title of slut-bomb.”
“Well, so what.” Buffy said, holding her chin up. “It’s a title I’m proud to accept.”
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Saturday is a day that school cafeterias took a break from feeding its pitiful excuse for nutrition to hungry students everywhere. Faith mentally slapped herself on the forehead for forgetting this fact as she watched her classmates bring out their lunches.
Buffy’s, of course, was the most laughable. The girl didn’t have a regular lunch sized sack for her lunch, she had a grocery bag that contained everything the conventional jock would need: A foot long sub with two kinds of deli meat and three different cheeses; a thermos of milk to go with her giant Tupperware full of “Lucky Charms” cereal; a banana; and half a package of Oreo cookies that were to be dunked into the leftover cereal milk.
Willow’s lunch consisted of a yogurt, almost half a container of cream cheese spread over a little bit of bagel, a kit-kat bar, and some gummy bears. She opened up her yogurt container, licked the excess off the foil, and proceeded to eat her yogurt using her index finger as a spoon. Of course, there was a spoon packed in her lunch bag, but it tasted better to her this way.
Tara looked at her peanut butter-n-jelly sandwich, scowling at it like it was the sandwiches fault that she forgot to bring the gummy bears she normally liked to smoosh into it. As she munched on her green apple, she wondered if it would be good to smoosh some of her already crushed Doritos into the PB-n-J before she finally decided against that idea.
Gummy bears are one thing, but Doritos? They might be good in a bowl of ramen noodles though…
“Well… dammit.” Tara muttered under her breath.
Willow immediately became nosey at the sound of Tara in distress. “What’s wrong?”
“Forgot the gummy b-bears,” Tara said, holding up her sandwich as if it might as well be filled with dirt.
At first, Willow didn’t understand how gummy bears could have anything to do with a sandwich. Then it finally dawned on her that Tara Maclay was by far the cutest thing she had ever seen, so of course she was bound to have lots of adorable little quirks, like strange sandwich fillings and such. She wanted to learn the meaning behind all of Tara’s quirks.
“Wait… did you just say you forgot the gummy bears?” Willow had to ask again, because she thought it was just too amazing that she just happened to have exactly what the girl needed, right there in her lunch bag.
Tara nodded slowly, hoping that the object of her affections wouldn’t be too grossed out by her sandwich preference. She was relieved when she saw a huge grin appear on Willow’s face, and completely amazed when the girl held up a small sack of what appeared to be… gummy bears! Willow said nothing, she just got up to take Tara’s hand to gently place the candies in it. Tara held them reverently, looking like she had just been handed the key to eternal happiness. The girls could do nothing but give each other a knowing smirk like they were sharing some big secret.
“Oh God… you’ve got to be kidding,” Faith didn’t fail to be her observant self as she watched Willow bounce happily back into her seat.
“Huh? Wha..” Buffy asked around a mouth full of Oreos.
“Well, I guess Tara here has this gummy bear fetish,” Faith began. “But it seems she forgot them today, and guess who just happened to have exactly what she needed?”
Buffy looked back and forth at the girls. “That’s just too cute for words!” She said after she swallowed her food.
“Isn’t it though?” Faith said, looking totally baffled. “I mean come on... are you guys gonna burst into song? Maybe find a field of daises to run through and sing ‘tra-la-laa’?”
Willow raised her eyebrow at Faith before turning to face Tara. “Tara, would you maybe, sometime when you’re free... wanna go frolicking through a field of daisies with me?” She asked, giving the blonde a conspirital wink.
Tara realized that she would normally be blushing furiously in a situation like this, but Willow was just too endearing for her to be shy or embarrassed.
“I’d love to Willow,” Tara replied with a big cheesy grin. “But we’d have to make sure we don’t go to the same daisy field that Faith wants to take Buffy to.”
The two girls in question were a little shocked, but mostly entertained by Tara’s uncharacteristic boldness. “Okay... who are you and what have you done with Tara?” Buffy laughed.
The blonde suddenly felt her face burning at the fact that all eyes were on her, and she searched for a way to change the subject. Thats when she noticed the size of Buffy’s lunch. “Wow, B-Buffy. Your metabolism must be like the speed of light.”
Buffy smiled at the blonde. “Yeah, you’d think I’d be like a super-hero or something.” She was pleased to find that Tara and Faith were seemingly on good terms now.
“You’re hardly a super hero, shorty,” Willow said. “How does a girl as short as you become volley-ball team captain anyway?”
“Because I’m pretty. And because I can hit balls really hard.”
“Any girl who can hit balls as hard as you is a super-hero in my book.” Faith laughed as she unconsciously reached over to grab Tara’s little bag of smashed Doritos. It was habitual, caused from years of stealing lunch from the weak and feeble. Tara said nothing, she just gave Faith a look that said “where on God’s green earth did you find the nerve to do such a thing?”
“Alrighty then..” Faith said dryly as she returned Tara’s lunch. “It’s amazing how intimidating a raised eyebrow could be. You should use that more often Tare, you can accomplish a lot with that.”
Tara laughed, appreciating that Faith was being a good sport. She tossed the bag onto Faith’s desk as they shared a meaningful smirk. “Why, thank you Tara.”
“You didn’t bring lunch, Faith?” Buffy asked as she handed her the banana that she surprisingly didn’t have anymore room for.
“People forget their lunch all the time, the worlds an imperfect place,” Faith said as she pealed the banana. She took a bite and noticed Willow’s lunch. “Speaking of forgetting... did you forget to pack the sushi, Will? Don’t richies like you normally bring that sort of thing for lunch?”
Willow looked at Faith as if the girl had just told her to eat shit and die, though the look was made in a way that said it was all in good humor, of course. “Look, just because my mother happens to have enough money to try and buy her way out of being a good parent doesn’t mean I like sushi...” She paused, took a bite of her bagel, then added, “Besides, I couldn’t roll anymore up cause we ran out of seaweed...”
Willow’s charming wit worked it’s magic. Tara laughed. All was well in the world.
TBC...
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by tinnakaren » Sat Sep 13, 2003 4:57 am 
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and see what you have happen next. Update soon, please? 
That was awesome! 
More please and very soon would be prefered. That was just so yummy and cute; pulls at the heartstrings, you know? 
for Tara
at: 9/14/03 8:28 pm
(I'm sooooo bad) 
