Angst Level: 2
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Willow sat at the kitchen table inside Buffy’s home, fiddling with the wax fruit centerpiece. She didn’t visit with Buffy often, she sort of considered the petite blonde a twice-removed friend, meaning someone she had met when one friend had introduced her to another subsequent friend who then introduced her to Buffy. But she did enjoy spending time with the girl, she was funny and they made each other laugh and Willow felt she could always be entirely open with her, even if they really didn’t know each other that well.
“So what’s on your mind, Will?” Buffy asked, coming out from behind the kitchen counter with a glass of iced tea in each hand. “What’s bugging you?” she clarified, sitting down next to the redhead at the table and passing her a chilled glass.
“Nothing”, Willow shrugged her shoulders, trying to sound upbeat.
“Somehow I don’t believe that”, countered Buffy.
“Why?”
“Because by the way your handling my wax apple, you’re gonna turn it into a wax pear.”
Willow guiltily looked down to at the fruit in question that she was kneading and squeezing nervously in her hands. She ceased her movements and apologetically placed the apple back in the basket. “Sorry”, she mumbled.
“S’okay”, the blonde chuckled.
Willow paused a moment, chewing the inside of her cheek. “Can I ask you something?”
“Sure.”
“Do you remember high school?”
Buffy looked at her unbelievingly, “Yeah… I work at one.”
“No,” Willow groaned, “I mean when you were still a kid in school. Do you remember what it was like?”
“Sort of…honestly, my memory of that time has become dangerously idyllic in an effort to counterbalance having to deal with overly hormonal teenagers in the throes of daily melodramatic crises.”
Willow merely regarded her friend silently, a look of skepticism clearly plastered on her face.
“Okay”, Buffy relented, “I remember it clear as day. It was hell.”
Willow nodded, recalling her own years of adolescent trauma. “Do you remember the first person in high school that you had a crush on?”
“How could I forget?” Buffy sighed wistfully, “Chris Knightly, soccer god. He was beautiful and nice… real laid back…like…too cool for the room, ya know? He always had his acoustic guitar strapped to his back and a soccer ball at his feet. He always wore these baggy corduroys that somehow still managed to show off his perfect ass, and he had this whole collection of British football jerseys that he’d wear; and he wore these really cool hemp necklaces and bracelets… and Vans… he had the coolest Vans shoes. But what sold me were his eyes… crystal blue…gorgeous. I think his parents were former members of a hippie commune or something….”
“Obsess much?” Willow finally asked, eyebrow raised.
“I was a teenage girl!” Buffy defended.
“So, did you ever tell Chris Knightly that you worshipped the Vans he walked in?” queried Willow, both teasing and serious.
“No”, she sighed, “I tried to though… sending him subtle hints…”
“Like what?”
“A group of us always liked to hang out on the football field during lunch,” she recalled. “Chris would goof around on his guitar and we’d all just chill, eating our lunches… I’d make a point of always sitting right next to Chris and leaning in to him while he played… laughing at his jokes… constantly flipping my hair over my shoulder… the usual nonsense that screams for attention that guys never notice.”
“Were you guys close at all?”
Buffy mulled over the question for a moment before answering. “Um…sort of. I mean, we hung out sometimes after school. But we never shared anything deep. We used to watch movies in his parents basement… a couple of times I actually got the courage to snuggle up to him…”
“You did?” Willow was suddenly extremely interested.
“Yeah… man, I remember it was so nerve-wracking…not knowing if at any second he was going to find some excuse to push me away…”
“Did he?”
“No… but he never did anything to encourage me either…he just kind of let me lie there, with my head on his leg.” The blonde let out yet another sigh, “Anyway…it doesn’t matter… nothing ever came of it and I ended up dating Jarrod Buckman my senior year while Chris started spending time with Auburn Wentworth… she was more his style anyway…laid-back hippie chick with her own set of Vans…Wow… it seems like ancient history now.” Buffy looked over at Willow and saw that she was chewing the inside of her cheek again in thought. “So tell me, why the walk down memory lane? Why so interested in knowing about my first crush?”
“If you and I were watching a movie… and I suddenly snuggled up to you and put my head in your lap…what would you think of it?”
“Nothing,” Buffy shrugged.
“Nothing?!” Willow echoed, disappointment evident in her voice.
“It’s different with girls,” the blonde tried to explain, “with girls snuggling doesn’t mean anything sexual.”
“With straight girls,” Willow countered, “with straight girls it doesn’t mean anything sexual.”
“Okay, I’ll rephrase,” Buffy appeased, “with girls in general, gay or straight, it doesn’t
necessarily mean anything sexual.”
“Define”, Willow pressed.
Buffy rolled her eyes a little, starting to get an idea as to where this was going. “As women we are the comforters and the nurturers of the human race and that includes providing comfort and safety for each other. We are naturally inclined to show more casual physical affection toward one another without it meaning anything beyond a shoulder to lean on…”
Willow took a sip of iced tea, setting the glass back down. “Okay, let me ask you this… same scenario, you and I watching a movie…only you know that I have a major crush on you… and the next thing you know I’ve snuggled up to you and put my head in your lap…how do you feel about it now?”
“Well, it’s different now…because I know that you have feelings for me…and your closeness could suggest a desire to increase our intimacy beyond friends”, Buffy thought a moment, “yeah…it could make me feel a little uncomfortable.”
“Last question,” announced the redhead, practically vibrating in her seat from nervous energy. “We’re watching a movie…You know that I like you…I know that you know that I like you…you decide to snuggle up to me and put your head in
my lap. What does it mean?”
“I know that you like me”, Buffy repeated, half mumbling, “and you know that I know that you like me…and I decide to put my head in your lap… … do
I like you?” She asked.
“I don’t know,” Willow replied.
“Okay… so I know that you like me, and you know that I know that you like me, but you don’t know if I like you… … but I decide to snuggle up to you with my head in your lap…” she drifted off at the end. She blew some air through her lips, making them buzz. She finally shook her head in frustration. “Okay, obviously this situation has happened to you…. I need more information before I know how to answer this question…so spill.”
Willow let out a long breath, finishing off by making a clucking sound with her tongue against the roof of her mouth.
Just like Giles, she thought, recalling her childhood piano instructor. Buffy’s peering gaze brought her back to the present. “Last week I was over at Tara’s and we were watching a movie and she snuggled up to me and put her head in my lap.”
“And that’s it?”
“I put my hand on her shoulder.”
“And what did she do?”
“Nothing.”
“Did you do anything else?” Buffy asked, pushing for more information.
“I…I ran my fingers through her hair…”
“Really?” the blonde’s interest was thoroughly piqued. “And what did she do when you did that?”
“Um... she said that if I kept doing that it would make her fall asleep, so I asked her if I should stop and she said, ‘no’.”
“She said, ‘no’?” Buffy’s eyes were wide with attention.
“Yeah, but then she asked me to stop a couple of minutes later,” Willow went on, her expression fallen.
“Oh…”
“But she said it was just because she really was falling asleep and she didn’t want to…”
“Okay…”
“And she said that I could keep my hand on her shoulder,” she finished, smiling a little at the memory.
Buffy sat silently for a moment, processing all of the information, rubbing her chin with her fingers in thought. “Alright”, she said after a minute’s contemplation, “here’s what I think… I think she might be starting to like you…but still isn’t for sure.”
Willow slumped in her chair. “There are a lot of qualifiers in that statement, Buffy.”
“I know”, Buffy sighed, “but it’s the best I can do short of asking her… of course… I wouldn’t mind doing a little recon.”
“Really?”
“Sure.”
Willow thought about it seriously for a second. “Nah,” she said finally, “that’s so high school.”
“You brought up high school to begin with, remember?” said Buffy. “Besides, it does seem to be the level that you two are operating at right now anyway.”
The redhead nodded grudgingly. “I’ll think about it…”
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TBC...
Edited by: DarkWiccan at: 4/2/04 5:42 pm