FanFic: A Little Bit Of Me 3/?

Okay it seems like the parts are getting shorter rather than longer… I’ll try to write more tomorrow (when I have less school so there’s an ACTUAL chance here! ;) )

Enjoy!

Bye,

Lil’Witch

I lock the door and lock my head

And dream of butterflies instead

The beauty of their colored wings

The trees, the grass and pretty things

Imagination fills the void of my existence

~*~

Cordelia noticed Willow scratching her cheek for the third time in the last five minutes. “You okay?” she asked finally, not sure why she cared.

“Yeah, sorry, the make-up just really bothers me. I feel better though. I think I might try, uh… sit on my own?” Willow realized for the first time how heavily she’d been leaning against the other girl. She straightened with a self-conscious grin. “Sorry,” she repeated.

“It’s okay.”

There was an uneasy silence between them as both tried to understand what was happening.

“Why are you so nice to me?” “Why am I so nice to you?”

They looked at each other and then burst into giggles.

“I think it’s the clothes,” Cordelia finally managed to say between laughter and giggling fits. Willow looked at the former fashion addict. The white blouse and green skirt really didn’t flatter the tall brunette, not to mention the hair. ‘Definitely weighing heavy on the cerebral cortex,’ she thought with a smile.

“Actually, I think it’s just you, Cordelia.” Silence reigned again. Willow didn’t like it. And as usual she reacted in the most willow-y of ways.

“I know we never got along and that we’re different and all and that youcan be really not-so-nice to people in general or just me, it’s just, I don’t think that’s you, you know? You can be nice. I remember how you always drew animals on the other kid’s band-aids in kindergarten to make them feel better. I once let go of the swings and let myself fall and hurt my knee just to get one and you drew a bird on it so I’d see who could fly and that I couldn’t and please stop me now!”

Cordelia started to laugh. She hadn’t laughed like this in what felt like years. Not forced, not because she felt she had to so the others would like her, not to get a boy to notice her, not because she’d hurt somebody else’s feelings… she just laughed. After she calmed down she looked over to Willow who stared at her in disbelief.

“Thank you, Willow. I think I needed that more than I realized. Comeon, I need something from my locker.”

Startled, Willow let herself be led out of the library and down the corridor.

~*~

He could see Giles’s car when he remembered something. “Shit.”

“What is it, Xander?”

“Willow! WE FORGOT WILLOW!” His eyes were wide and his breathing became uneven as his overactive imagination came up with a thousand images of what the loose vampire could do to his best friend.

“I’m sure she’s alright.”

“Giles, this is Willow we are talking about! If you were BuffyVamp who would be the first two persons you’d turn to share eternity with?”

“Dear Lord! You go find Willow, I will try to find Mrs. Summers. We’ll meet at the library.”

Uncharacteristically Xander left without another word.

~*~

Xander entered the library and nearly landed flat on his butt. The sight before him was something even his nearly boundless imagination would have never come up with.

Willow sat on the big table wearing an outfit that definitely belonged to somebody else, that or his bestest bud had somehow developed a taste for lather pants and tight camisoles without him noticing (and he WOULD have noticed!). Equally strange was the sight of Cordelia Chase fussing around his little hacker friend apparently… applying make-up?

“What the heck is going on?” he squeaked.

“Popular question these days.”

~*~

tbc…