First Respnse
by cathy nort
part 2
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Part 2
Willow and Buffy did the best they could do in describing the plot of the movie. The truth was they hadn't watched it that closely but unlike the twins they had seen some.
When they reached the Chandler house the twins, with barely a goodbye, went into their house leaving Willow and Buffy standing on there own in the driveway.. It was dark but there was a moon on this clear, summer night.
"Pretty isn't it?" Willow said.
Buffy looked up at the starry skies and a look of concern seemed to cross her face for a moment. She shrugged it off and turned to Willow. "Come on. I'll walk you home."
As the night closed in behind them Buffy fell silent. Willow was content with not chattering and was left alone with her own thoughts. She wasn't afraid of the dark but she did respect it. At the same time she felt extremely safe walking beside Buffy and she didn't know why. Buffy didn't look, physically, any more formidable then Willow. Heaven knows, Willow thought, I wouldn't be of much use if a confrontation by some creep happened. Other then to scream Willow couldn't contribute much.
But what could happen? This is peaceful, sleepy Sunnydale.
When they reached Willow's Buffy wished her good night. "Maybe I'll see you in school."
Oh I hope so, was Willow's silent prayer. "My Dad's up. He always waits up for me. I can ask him to walk you home."
Buffy shook her head. "Naw. Don't bother. I'll be fine."
"Are you sure? Dad's good company."
Buffy gave a brief wave. "See ya."
"You sure are brave, Buffy. Night time can be scary."
Willow watched the blond disappear down the street.
* * * * *
Willow didn't see Buffy at school. Their classes apparently were at different ends of the building. It wasn't that Willow didn't watch for her in the hall during class changes. Again and again she looked for the sight of Buffy's blond head among the clutter of students. No luck.
Until, one Thursday she approached her Art class from a different direction after her lunch hour. Connie Chandler had found her and once again asked if she wanted to go along to the movies Friday night.
"Sure," she said to the twin just before Connie scurried off. Since Willow had had time to spare she took the long way around the corridor to her class. And there was Buffy fishing books from her locker.
When she saw her Buffy was busy arranging the contents of the locker and didn't notice the red head as she started to go by. Willow, her shyness surfacing, was undecided whether to say hello. Would that be an intrusion? Still, this strange desire that was rising in her was too powerful. At night she had thought of Buffy. And even had entered her dreams. Nothing erotic but..........
Willow was all but past Buffy when she made a sudden turn and retraced her steps. "Hi Buffy."
Buffy looked up. "Willow," she said with surprise. There was delight in her voice and in her eyes. That alone sent Willow's feelings soaring. "What's been going on?"
"On my way to Art. Yes," Willow stumbled over herself. "To Art class. Hey, I just saw Connie Chandler. She asked about Friday and the movies."
"Yeah. Laura asked me."
Willow's index finger traced the design on the cover of the book she was carrying. "Eh. Are you going?" Sound casual Willow told herself.
Buffy looked down at the floor. "I don't know. I don't like them much." Then after a pause, "Are you? .......I mean going?"
"I don't know. Isn't like I've a lot going on."
"I know what you mean."
Willow took the plunge. "Yep. I guess I'll go."
"Uh huh. Me too," Buffy added quickly.
Willow would have clicked her heels if she could or if it's indication of happiness wouldn't have looked too obvious. "Got to go. Don't want to be late for Art. See you tomorrow then."
"Tomorrow," Buffy replied.
"Oh," Buffy called before Willow had gotten too far, "I'll meet you in front of your house. We can walk over together."
* * * * *
Buffy was true to her word. When Willow came out of her house there she was at the top of the walk. She was standing, arms folded across her chest, weight casually on one leg looking around at nothing in particular.
Willow stopped at the top of her steps. She looks beautiful, was Willow's first reaction upon seeing Buffy. There was no envy in her observation. It was just a flat statement of fact, Willow explained to herself.
Buffy had changed from the casual tennis shorts she had worn last time to a light blue denim skirt and a gauzy, pale yellow sleeveless top that nestled across the rise of her breasts. The skirt was short showing off the tanned, wonderfully shaped legs. Also, Willow noticed, Buffy's make-up was more carefully applied. At least that's what Willow thought. She, herself, had been more particular applying her own. What does all this mean?
Those feelings were again rising inside Willow. Last night she had thought over and over about these feelings she was having. They were scaring her. They were so strong. And not natural. Or were they? She liked Buffy. No!! She more than liked Buffy. She also had decided whatever she was feeling she had to keep them to herself. The last thing she wanted was to scare Buffy off.
After the pause Willow continued down the steps and over to Buffy. "All set."
"Gosh. I like the your dress, Will. You look good in it.Oooops, I mean Willow."
Willow liked the compliment. She often wore drab cloths. Dull purples and blacks. But she had picked a more cheerful color, a bright yellow summer dress with an open top.
"It's okay. Will is fine."
Buffy had a large handbag strapped over her shoulder and when she turned to walk it bounced against Willow's hip enough so she felt the weight of it. It was quite heavy.
"Is that a weapon? Wow!."
Buffy laughed, a soothing, comforting sound of friendliness. "Girl can't never be too prepared."