Summer of Love
by Red
Summer of Love
[reviews]
Willow found Buffy sitting under a tree. The Slayer looked as if she had just lost her best friend. Not true, Willow mentally mused, knowing that she was the best friend. She looks like she just lost the love of her life. That, unfortunately, was true. Angel had left Sunnydale as soon as he made sure that they were all ok. It was for the best, he had said, and on some level, they all agreed. Still, seeing her friend so sad was killing her. She loved Buffy more than she had ever loved anyone, except for Xander.
" Mocha for your thoughts. "
Buffy looked up and smiled. It was a sad smile.
" Not really worth a treat of that sugary goodness, " she replied, chuckling softly.
Willow sat down next to her.
" It will get better, Buffy, I promise. "
" I know, Will. " They were quiet for a moment, then Buffy continued. " Look at me. We just layed the smackdown on the Mayor and are no longer slaves to ol' Sunnydale High. I should be dancing on rooftops. "
" Or at least at the Bronze, " Willow noted, smiling.
Buffy looked at her. Really looked at her.
" I would be lost without you, ya know that? " she said.
" Same here, " Willow replied, taking her hand. " I'm going to do everything I can to make this summer great for you. "
" Spending it with you, how can it be anything but? "
Their eyes locked and both felt an odd yet pleasant feeling sweep over them.
This is new, Buffy thought to herself. There was something different about her best friend. Well, at least, something felt different. She felt different.
What's going on? The question danced around Willow's red head, demanding an answer. This is Buffy. Buffy is my best friend. So then, why am I feeling so, warm and fuzzy like?
This is crazy, Buffy. Will's your bud. Bud's don't have, wonder what her kiss is like, thoughts. What are you thinking? Stop it, right now. Just because Angel is gone doesn't mean you go all Ellen- esque on your best friend. So what if she's the most beautiful thing you've ever seen. Gosh, those eyes. I swear I could lose myself in them.
Buffy loves Angel. That's all it is, Will. That starry, linger in those incredible hazels are all for him. Hello, who can blame her? Dark, sexy, sweet Angel, vampire with a soul, heck, I've had the dreams. The one where he slips into my room, roses in hand, eleven white, one red, only one red. I remember how he brushes my hair out of my eyes, then presses his lips softly onto mine. Oh, Buffy would kill me! Unless, well, maybe she wanted to, join the party. Willow Rosenberg!
I bet she tastes like cherries. Wonder if she'd mind if I ran my tongue over her and found out. Oh, I so did not just say that. Thank God I'm the only one who heard it. Get it together, Slayer, or you're going to lose your best friend as well as your boyfriend. Hmm, there's a thought. A very, very naughty thought, Angel and Willow, together, with me, the three of us. Oh, my, gosh, I am so turning into Xander.
Would she join the party? No, of course not, right? Ok, she is looking at me like I'm an iced latte with extra whipped cream, but she's probably thinking about Angel. And we're off! Angel, whipped cream, Buffy, not bad but should be, visual place, straight ahead. This is going to be a long summer.
Angel on the left, Willow on the right, happy Buffy in the middle and there is one yummy picture. Grr, it's so gonna be a long summer.