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Disclaimer - All characters are the property of Joss Whedon, Twentieth Century Fox, Mutant Enemy and anyone else involved with Buffy the Vampire Slayer. I have no connection with it at all.
Basic plot - Willow and Xander, (sorry it's one of mine again, you know how I like Willow and Xander, after all founder of 'The Willow and Xander Should be Together Forever Club') should I even bother with the plot?
Currently Willow Rosenberg was unsure of her feelings and hormones, growing up was a tricky thing. A few weeks before it had been her 15th birthday, a time of smiles and laughs. But being 15 meant, well she wasn't really sure what it meant but it meant something darn important.
Her best friend of ten years, Alexander Levalle Harris was part of that thing she had a feeling he was. She could be wrong but she'd had that feeling for a year or so now. In some life changing way he was part of her future. It could be in a good way or a bad way, the possibilities of how he'd be in her life were endless.
Willow's family didn't celebrate birthdays as such, so she'd been at home doing her homework. Not really how she pictured spending her birthday, but she didn't really have a choice. At eight 'o' clock Xander had showed up, he'd brought balloons and streamers in his bag, and then there was the ring he'd brought her, Willow was sure his mom had picked it out. But then again his mom was usually drunk so maybe he'd picked it out himself, there was a remote possibility. It was a beautiful ring and immediately it had become Willow's prize possession. Anything Xander gave her was special.
Two weeks later, a Saturday. Willow's parents were going out and Xander was staying over. He moaned at her for a minute, saying he was supposed to be going over to Jesse's to check out his new Nintendo game. But she persuaded him, she didn't want to be alone all night long.
At severn 'o' clock her mom and dad left, not easily though. She rushed around the lounge straightening things up, for some reason she didn't want the house to look a mess for when Xander arrived. On the coffee table there was a bowl of freshly made popcorn, two glasses and a bottle of Coca Cola. Just then the doorbell rang.
Willow opened the door to a drowned rat, actually it was Xander. The rain was coming down hard and fast outside, Willow didn't even know it had been raining. "Quick, come in." She said and opened the door wide.
Xander rushed past and shock the excess water off like a dog. "It's a bit wet out there." He smiled brightly as a drip of water ran down his cheek.
"I didn't even know it was raining." Willow said and shut the door. "Do you want a towel?"
He nodded and dropped his jacket to the floor. "That'd be great, maybe a huge, fluffy, warm towel."
"Coming right up." She grinned and dashed up the stairs. She had to admit that Xander looked cute wet, but most lads did. Water = cute, well maybe.
Xander stepped into the lounge and ran a hand through his wet hair, another drip made it's way down his forehead, he blinked as it slid into his eye. The lounge was basked in orange light from the two lamps in the corners, it looked warm and friendly. He walked further in and sat down on the sofa just as Willow walked back in.
"Here you go." She said and chucked the towel at him.
"Thanks." He dried his face off, and gave his hair a quick towel dry.
Willow sat down beside him. "So your mom and dad said it was okay, you staying over."
"It was fine, but I doubt they'd notice if I didn't come home one night. You know, I don't think they'd notice if I went missing for a week." He frowned and placed the towel on the floor.
"Don't say that, they'd notice. They're your parents, they love you." She smiled.
"Are you sure?"
"Xander, of course they love you. Don't be stupid." She leaned forward and grabbed the Coca Cola. "Do you want a drink?"
"Sure." He grinned and grabbed a handful of popcorn. "You know, Jesse bought this dead cool video game yesterday, you should check it out."
Willow rolled her eyes and handed him one of the glasses. "I've told you millions of times Xander, not a video game fan."
"You need to come over to Jesse's and play, I guarantee you a fun time." He placed his free hand on her knee.
The touch made Willow shiver inside, she loved him so much but she'd never get the courage to tell him. There was just worry building up inside her about him rejecting her and their friendship falling apart. Willow never wanted that to happen. "Maybe." She whispered.
"Maybe? No, I want to hear a yes! Now Will, say yes!" He stared her straight in the face. "Willow!"
"Tickle me and you die Alexander Harris."
Frowning he tightened his grip on her leg. "I can't believe you called me that! There will be no mercy, prepare to suffer Rosenberg."
She backed up quickly. "Xander, don't." If there was one thing she hated more than frogs it was being tickled, especially by Xander.
He moved away. "Okay, I won't." A grin crept across his features. "Do you wanna play truth or dare?"
"Xander?" Willow's heart skipped a beat.
"Oh, come on Will. It'll be fun!" He gulped his drink then frowned at her.
It was the dreaded puppy dog expression, sad eyes, adorable overall look. That wasn't fair, Willow could never resist that face. "Okay." She squeaked.
"You ask me first." He said and settled down cross legged on the huge cushions covering the sofa.
Willow took a deep breath. "Truth or dare?"
He paused thoughtfully without moving. "Truth."
* Oh, wonderful. * Willow thought, then put her brain into thinking mode. "Okay then. You know this is better with more people." She stated.
"All right we'll make it just a truth session."
* The truth sucks. * Running her hands through her hair She cleared her throat.
"Can't you think of anything?" Xander asked beginning to get restless, she shook her head. "I'll ask you then. Willow, if there was one guy in the whole world you could kiss now, who would it be?"
Willow felt her face get hotter. "This being truth right, we have to tell the whole truth and nothing but the truth, blah, blah, blah?"
"That's the point of this game, Will!"
"Okay then." She took another deep breath then looked at him. "Here goes." Another breath. "If there was only one guy in the whole of this big, wild world I could kiss it would be... you." She mumbled.
Xander stared at her, his mouth moving but no sound coming out. Eventually he managed to force a word out. "Will..."
Willow felt tears beginning to form in her eyes. * No, you can't cry. * She looked the floor for a second then back to Xander, she nodded.
He cleared his throat. "Gosh." He squeaked. * Willow likes me? * He thought. * Willow finds me attractive? * Whatever way he thought it it didn't sound right. "Really?" He asked eventually.
Willow glanced around uneasily then stood up. "I'm gonna go upstairs for a-" She stopped as Xander grabbed her hand. "Xander I just wanna be alone."
"It's your turn to ask me, Will. If we're gonna play we have to play right. Sit." Xander pulled her back to the sofa. "Go ahead, anything at all."
Willow sunk into deep thought for a moment, then said. "If I asked you now, would you consider kissing me?"
He took a deep breath. "Truth, yeah?"
"That's the point of this game, Xand." She giggled.
He smiled at her. "I'd consider it yes."
Willow nearly died. "You would?!" She screamed. He nodded. * Woah, calm down. * She told herself. * Ask him, you should ask him. * Her thoughts pushed. "Xander?"
"Yep." He grinned.
"Would you kiss me?"
Xander laughed. "Sure."
"Y-you will?!" She asked as he nodded again. "So how do we go about this?"
"Not sure." He shrugged and moved a little closer to her. "Maybe if we start here." He whispered as he slid his arm around her waist, then pulled her closer. "And... uh..."
"Yeah." Willow whispered under her breath.
He swallowed. "Uh-huh..." Moving closer still their lips touched. Xander immediately leapt back. "This isn't right! Don't you feel this isn't right?!" He asked quickly.
Willow wasn't listening she was too busy darting across the room with shock. "You know what? Let's forget this huh?"
"Good plan Will, let's just sit!" He answered settling down again with the popcorn.
And they did sit, they sat until homecoming, the time when it all happened again, but this time neither backed out.