Summary- Tara Macclay, Willow Rosenburg, Buffy Summers, William "Spike" Rowley, and Xander Harris are all different people. Somehow, they find common interests amoung them, love, and other things. Join these Highschoolers on a ride through personal struggles, and that of the supernatural...
(In other words, much W/T ness in the future! Read on!!)
Pairing: W/T
, with a little bit of B/S and I may even introduce Anya.
~'s mean thoughts
Author's Note: Characters are different than on the show, clothes-wise. You'll see what I mean in a few. Trust me on this one.
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Tara Maclay’s eyes stayed glued to the ground in front of her as she meandered quietly down the halls towards her locker. Even though she wasn’t looking up, she could feel the eyes of the ten or so people on her.
~What did they have to look at, anyway?~ She thought, brushing a strand of streaked blond hair out of her eyes.
~Well, Tara, it could be the fact that you are wearing extremely baggy blue pants, a tee shirt, and a trench coat? That might be it. But still, at my old school I didn’t get stared at for wearing this….~
Shrugging and leaving it at thought, Tara went to locker number 308.
She first turned the combination, then tried the handle when the lock was off. When it didn’t open, she slammed her fist into the middle of the locker, then pulled the handle up. Success. The locker opened, and Tara quickly unzipped her bookbag, threw some books in the locker, and put some in.
~Maybe it would be a good day after all….~
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        “Could you please give that back?”
Willow Rosenberg, currently a sophomore at Sunnydale High, glanced up at the tall jock, who was currently holding her “Computers, Advanced” book over his head.
        “And why should I?”
        “Oh, come on, Rodney, just like give the Geek her book back. Jeez!”
The jock rolled his eyes, and looked over at the blond standing next to him, clothed in her Sunnydale Cheerleading uniform. She twirled a strand of bright blond hair around her finger, chewing on bubble-gum. She blew a pink bubble, then it popped, and she chewed a bit more, blowing yet another bubble.
        “Fine, whatever you say, Buffy.”
He threw the book at Willow, and it flopped to the ground at her feet. She set her other books aside to bend down and pick the other up. She stacked it quickly atop the others, watching as the jock and the cheerleader walked away. She sighed, tugged a bit at her plaid skirt, then at her white blouse, picked up her books, and stood. Then, she turned, and walked straight into someone else, her books and the books of the other person scattering everywhere.
        “I-I’m so sorry, I s-should’ve been watching where I w-was going…” Came a shy, soft-spoken voice.
        “No, it’s entirely my fault. You see if I would have looked behind me before walking, then I wouldn’t have walked into you. A happens because of B.” Willow replied, glancing up at the girl as she bent down to pick up the books.
And then Willow gasped. Well, mostly at the girl’s attire. For one, she was decked out in a trenchcoat, black tee shirt and extremely baggy blue pants. Secondly, spiked and jelly bracelets of different colors adjourned her wrists, making her look, well, kind of scary. But that was just the clothes. She had a sweet face, and large, warm eyes. Her brown hair cascaded just a little past her shoulders, streaked blond. Despite the seemingly bad-girl appearance, she seemed really shy, and nice.
        “I’m T-Tara M-Maclay.” Tara said as she picked up a few more books, stacking them in a pile. All together, ate least ten books had scattered everywhere.
        “Willow Rosenberg. Nice to meet you, Tara.” She handed a book to the girl, placing another in her own pile.
        “S-Same to you.”
~Willow? Sounds familiar. Actually, she seems familiar. It feels like I know her from somewhere…Maybe we met before. But I shouldn’t ask…I’d feel stupid and I’d probably stutter and that’s bad…~
Tara thought, looking at the ground for a second.
Both girls finished picking up their books at the same time, and rose to their feet in unison. Tara smiled shyly.
        “W-Where are you headed?” She let her hair partially cover her face, head somewhat bowed.
Willow gave half a shrug. “Well, since the bell rang about four minutes ago, I was planning on going home, from lack of better things to do-Are you new here?”
~Her stutter is cute. Did I just think that? Eeep…~ Willow thought, half smirking.
        “A-Actually, yes, I-I am. J-Just transferred over t-two days ago. I’m a s-sophomore.”
        “Hey, me too! Maybe we some classes together!”
        “P-Probably not, you seem really smart. I m-mean, you have a book called “Computers, A-Advanced” and I can only send e-mails.” She gave Willow a sheepish smile.
        Willow gave half a smile. “I’m sure we have at least one. Here, let me see your roster.”
Tara handed Willow the roster, and she quickly checked it over.
        “Yup, see, we do. We have World History 2, Advanced Literature, Lunch, and Biology 2. Hey, you have Vocal Music. You can sing?”
        Tara blushed. “N-Not very well…”
        “Well, they wouldn’t give it to you if you can’t sing. You’ll have to sing for me sometime.”
~She probably sings beautifully…~
        “I-I guess…B-but I am r-really bad….”
        “Whatever you say, Tara. Hey, you wanna do something today? I mean, I normally stay home and study, but my mom says I really need to get out some more and get off the computer, but I really don’t think I should, but y’know that’s just her, and stuff, and well, I mean, I don’t have that many friends and stuff, and I normally don’t go anywhere on school days, or weekends for that matter, and….”
Willow stopped, mid-babble, to see Tara attempting to stifle a giggle.
        “What?”
Tara laughed. “Your babble.”
        Willow blushed some. “Well…I mean…It’s a habit!”
        Tara grinned. “It’s o-okay. I stutter, so y’know, we both have nervous habit things.”
        Willow smiled, too.
        “So, wanna go to the Expresso Pump?”
At Tara’s baffled look, Willow grinned.
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~Stephie~
because I said so.
(or beat you with a stick, lol).
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