Theme Fic: "A little birdie told me so", Part One?

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"A Little Birdie Told Me So"
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By: Janine (jbstories@xxxxxxxxxxx)

Disclaimer: All the characters, Buffy, Willow, Giles, Xander, etc. belong to
Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy Inc., and Warner Bros. I'm just borrowing their
brilliant creations. I intend no copyright infringement from my use of their
characters, and will receive no monetary or any other compensation for their
use, in any form, of the story that succeeds. Lia and Lyndon are mine
however so I can do whatever I want with them:)

Synopsis: This weeks theme. Buffy is in a café waiting for Willow and over
hears something…interesting.
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"A Little Birdie Told Me So"
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Part One
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Buffy stalked into the café and looked around. Willow wasn't there. She
sighed and ran a hand through her hair straightening it out. She wasn't
sure whether she was glad Willow hadn't arrived yet so that she could gather
her wits, or whether she was sad that she would have to wait to see her
friend. Glancing around the café she spotted an empty booth behind a group
of teens and took a seat. Whether she liked it or not it she was waiting.

She had just gotten through with patrol and had come straight to the café.
She and Willow had agreed to meet here when she was done. It wasn't for any
special reason, they just both wanted to get out of the dorm room for a
reason that didn't involve demons and death. She was glad that they had
agreed to meet because the slaying that hadn't been so great-or perhaps it
had been too good-and she was really looking forward to seeing Willow and
just doing something normal. Something relaxing. Nothing could put her in
a better mood faster than being with Willow.

One of the voices at the table behind her caught her attention. She
recognized the voice. It was smoky, and deep but distinctly feminine. Then
after a moment she was able to place it , it belonged to a girl that she had
two classes with…Claire. They were in psychology and geography together.
Buffy had never really talked to her, but her voice was original and made
her stand out so the Slayer had noticed her.

Even though she recognized the voice, Buffy wasn't notoriously concerned
with the conversation taking place behind her and kept her eyes on the door,
waiting for Willow. It wasn't until she heard her name mentioned at the
table behind her that started to listen to what they were saying.

"Buffy Summers?" It was Claire who asked that. She seemed slightly amused.
Buffy wasn't sure how she felt about that.

"Yeah, she's a hottie," a male voice responded. "A stone cold fox," he
continued. Buffy could almost hear the smile in his voice. She knew that
she should be upset about being objectified, that's what any good feminist
would feel, but she didn't really mind. Being called a stone cold fox
wasn't so bad.

"You're way off man," another voice responded. This one was male too.
"That girl's…she's like this deep well…you could fall into her," he
continued.

"Who's Buffy Summers? Is she a model? I've never heard of her…is she that
new girl of Party of Five?" This time the voice was female, and very valley
girl. She reminded Buffy of Cordelia. Although she would never admit it to
anyone Buffy had to admit that she missed Cordelia a little bit. Despite
that fact that she could be an absolute bitch when she wanted to be, there
was something charming about the brunette. It was kind of irritating.

"Buffy is not the new girl on Party of Five," Claire responded. The tone of
her voice was hilarious and Buffy wished that she could see her face.
"She's that blonde chick who's in 'the demon bitch monster from hells' class
with us."

"This is California, do you know how many blonde chicks there are around
here?" the other female asked. "This table is ¾ blond."

"Is that your way of telling me you want me to be more specific?" Claire
asked. Buffy could hear the two males snicker.

"Yes," the other female responded in a snippy tone.

"Buffy is the blond chick who's permanently attached to the side of that
red-headed chick," Claire responded. Buffy arched her eyebrow at the
description. That was a first.

"Oohhhhhh," the other female said in a knowing tone. Buffy was tempted to
turn around, what the hell was 'oohhhhhh' suppose to mean?

"What the hell is that suppose to mean?" the first male Buffy had heard
speak asked. <Right on brother>, Buffy thought to herself.

"Nothing," Claire responded. "We just don't think that you're her type,"
she continued. <Why not?>, Buffy thought to herself.

"Why not?" the guy asked in a kind of pathetic tone.

"Well first of all, have you seen her shoes? The girl has got taste," the
unknown female responded.

"Which means that she'd never go out with you," Claire finished. Despite
herself Buffy found that slightly amusing…and she did have good shoes.

"What's the second reason?" the second guy asked.

"The girl's an LSL," Claire responded in an exasperated tone. "It's so
obvious." <A what?>, Buffy thought to herself. She hated acronyms, she
really did. First it was her mother with that stupid MOO, and now this.
What the hell was an LSL?

"Lip-Stick Lesbian," the other girl responded happily. "Your sister's good
looking though, maybe you could introduce them," she continued laughing at
her own wit.

Time seemed to slow down for Buffy after the acronym was explained.
Lip-Stick Lesbian. Buffy shock her head in confusion. Why would they think
that she was gay? There was nothing wrong with it, she just didn't
understand why they thought that she was. <Do I give off a gay vibe?> she
wondered. Faith had always teased her about that.

"She is not," the first guy responded. "You're just jealous," he stated.

"Yeah, of the red-head," the first girl responded. "What's her name?"

"Willow," Claire responded. "You could always fight for the fair Ms.
Summer's affections, but if you ask me, she could take you."

"Yeah, Jeff, Annie could definitely kick your scrawny ass," the other girl
added.

"Shut up Abbie," Jeff, the first guy, responded.

"Oh, poor baby," Claire responded. "I'm sure there are a lot of pretty
girls out there just dying to date you, who wouldn't rather do your sister."

"Are you sure about her?" the second guy asked.

"T.J, I'm telling you this girl is as queer as black sunshine," Abbie
responded. "But even if she did swing both ways, I doubt you or anyone else
would have a chance with her."

"Why?" Jeff asked. He sounded like a two year old who had been told he
couldn't have a cookie.

"She and the red-head…"

"Willow."

"Yeah, whatever. Like I was saying, they seem really tight. Dopey Bambi
eyes and shit," Abbie said. "I bet they're like in love or something."

"Yeah, Buffy and Willow sitting in a tree, k-i-s-s-i-n-g…" Claire
sing-songed.

"Hey, that's it!" T.J said as if he had just discovered a cure for cancer.

"That's what?" Claire asked.

"That's why they're always holding hands, and like skipping down the road
together and shit," he responded.

Buffy was sure that they continued to talk about her and Willow after that
but she stopped paying attention to what they were saying after that. They
thought that she was gay…with Willow. They thought that she and Willow were
being gay together. That was totally, way, way, way, utterly,
completely…not so off base, Buffy admitted. They weren't together like
that, but Buffy had thought about what it would be like if they were, and
they were close. 'I bet they're like in love or something' Abbie had said.
Buffy's mind kept repeating that sentence over and over again in her head
like the proverbial broken record. They loved each other, that much Buffy
knew for they had told each. She just hadn't realized that it was so
obvious to those around them.

Buffy frowned and played with the ring on her thumb. She wasn't really
upset about what they had been saying about her, after all they hadn't said
anything mean or even judgmental. She supposed that she would have been
upset about though if it wasn't for the fact that they right about her
feeling for Willow. She wouldn't go as far as to call herself a lip-stick
lesbian or queer as black sunshine, but she definitely had more than
friendly feelings for her best friend that were very gay in origin.



Willow walked into the café and looked around. At first she couldn't see
Buffy because a large crowd was getting up and blocking Buffy from her view,
but once they started to move towards the door she spotted her friend.
Willow recognized two of the people in the crowd from her psychology class.
She hadn't really spoken to them, and only knew one of their names, but they
seemed like decent individuals. As they passed each other the group gave
Willow an odd look before moving by her and out the door. Willow stopped
and watched them leave wondering what the 'children of the corn' look was
for. Shrugging she turned back around and headed for the booth Buffy was
in. The Slayer didn't seem to have spotted her yet.

Willow sat down opposite Buffy and still the Slayer didn't look at her. It
was as if she didn't even know she was there. She was that lost in thought.

"Buffy," Willow said softly placing her hand over her friends.

Buffy's eyes immediately shot up to hers. The Slayer seemed surprised,
distracted, and a little bit unsettled. Willow's brows drew together in
concern, something wasn't right here.

"Are you okay?" Willow asked looked at Buffy critically. "You look kind
of…kind of weird."

"I'm not weird," Buffy said drawing her hands away from underneath Willow's.
"I'm perfectly normal. Not at all like Revlon, or black sunshine.
Perfectly normal."

"I didn't mean…I know you're normal," Willow responded quickly in reaction
to Buffy's reaction. "You're not weird, you're great…normal and great.
You're just a little…pale," Willow said finally settling on an adjective.

"Pale?" Buffy asked.

"Just a little," Willow responded. "What's wrong Buffy?"

Buffy didn't respond right away, instead she kind of turned her head to the
side to look behind her before turning back to Willow. They were gone.

"Let's get out of here," Buffy said suddenly.

"What? Why?" Willow asked startled. "I just got here."

"And am glad that you did. Thrilled really, ecstatic," Buffy responded.
"But we should leave. Yeah, we should definitely leave."

"Why?" Willow asked.

"Why can't we just go?" Buffy asked turning to look at Willow sharply. She
regretted it the moment she said it and lowered her gaze. Finally she
looked back up to meet Willow's hurt gaze and sighed. "I'm sorry Will," she
said softly reaching out to take Willow's hand. "I didn't mean to go all
'grrr' at you," she continued. "I just…this place is giving me the wiggins
right now. It'd be better for my nerves, not to mention my mood if we shut
her down."

"If you want to shut, then we'll shut," Willow responded squeezing Buffy's
hand. "But if you think that we're not going to talk about this later, then
you are wrong, wrong, wrong, lady."

"Consider me properly chastised," Buffy responded with her most charming
grin.

"Good," Willow responded as they headed out of the café. "Now you better
continue to behave, or I'll have to spank you."

Buffy stopped walking.

"Will," she said in what she hoped was a normal voice. "You've spent way to
much time around Xander."

Willow smiled that sweet, lovely smile that Buffy loved so much and
continued walking.

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End of Part One

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crap let me know that too so I won't continue:)

Later,
Janine