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Hi all
So, I'm delurking for like 5 minuts to torture you
guys with a really bad piece of fic (it isn't even worth the name "fic",
really). It's my first piece *ever*, so, it ain't pulitzer-material. I would
like to say that this is for all you great authors out there, but I'm afraid
they will be insulted :).
Here goes...
Title: The Gift Author: Evil Potato
Email: sonne91210@xxxxxxxxxxx
Spoilers: none Rating: a nice, safe G, I guess
Pairings: Buffy/Willow
Disclaimer: I don't own them, Joss does. The lucky
bastard.
Summary: Willow gives Buffy a gift. Don't go
looking for a plot, you won't find one.
WARNING: this is a really really really short piece
that I wrote in like 10 min. when I was supposed to be studying. This isn't
proofread, so any grammar mistakes are mine. Also, English is not my first
language. Beware. Oh yeah, this is written in Buffy's POV.
I am bored. Really bored. Bored and anxious. Can
you even *have* those two emotions at the same time? Don't they, like, conflict?
An ouch, heavy thoughts. Now I've hurt my brain. Sigh. Back to being bored
again. And anxious. Can't forget that. Why I am anxious you ask? Well, you see,
an hour ago, this gorgeous redhead I know bolted out of my arms with the promise
she'll be back with a gift a for me. Now don't get me wrong. I like gifts. I
just like Willow better. But, now I'm anxious, 'cause I want Willow, and I want
my gift. And I'm bored, 'cause I don't like to sit around and wait. I'm more of
an action kind of gal.
Anyway, I'm waiting. For my gift. I wonderhow mad
Willow would be if I went looking for her? After all, she told me to wait for
her. And she was looking very stern when she said that. Stern and cute. Butthen
again, she always looks cute.
I was still pondering over the go-or-stay issue
when the door opend and Willow came in. With a gift. For me. She handed the
brightley wrapped box over the me and said: "I've bought you some clothes".
Ooooh, clothes. I like clothes. Well, I like them most of the time. As longas
they don't interfere with... things. Anyway, I ripped off the wrapping paper an
opend the box... and blinked in surprise. The box was filled with... nothing,
absolutely nothing. I stared at the box some more, and looked at Willow. She
looked right back at me and said: "Would you wear that for me? I'll even help
you change into it." And she led me to our bed and helped me *change*.
I just love gifts. Don't you?
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