FIC: Digital Get Down 1/2

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Title: Digital Get Down 1/2
Author: dap311
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Buffy and Willow are property of Joss Whedon. Not mine. 
Summary: Buffy discovers a couple of interesting secrets of Willow's.
Spoilers: Takes place around Season 5, but not really involving any 
actual episode? (Tara is not in the picture).
Feedback: Sure, but this is my first fic, so be gentle.
Dedication: To Leslee for turning me on to BtVS and a certain boy
band 
that shall remain nameless?

< > = thoughts

It was 4 pm on a Friday and Buffy was hanging around her dorm room 
for her best friend and roommate, Willow. The redhead had class
until 
4:15, so Buffy really didn't expect her for another twenty five 
minutes or so, but she was already getting impatient. Tonight was 
going to be girls night out; Giles had given the Slayer the night off 
from patrolling as vamp activity had been pretty quiet the past few 
nights.
<Though that doesn't really mean anything good. Probably means some 
big bad is coming, or something like that. Oh joy.>
To amuse herself until Willow got back, Buffy thought she'd do a 
little net surfing on Will's laptop. Clicking on the icon the Slayer 
felt a little guilty using Willow's computer, even though the wiccan 
had said she could use it any time.
<What's wrong with you Summers? It's not like you're going to look 
up porn. Heh heh. Though it would be fun to leave a couple of 
interesting bookmarks to make Willow blush?>
With that in mind, Buffy typed in "porn" to the search engine that 
the browser opened up to. The search brought up thousands of pages, 
listing every possible version of porn out there.  
<Wow. I didn't realize there were that many web sites devoted to 
women with fake nails, fake boobs, and big hair. Kinda disturbing.  
There probably aren't even this many sites for boy bands.>
Glancing at the laptop's clock, Buffy noticed she only had a few 
minutes before Willow would be back. <Better hurry up. Time flies 
when you're searching for people having sex.> She decided that the 
lesbian sites would get the reddest blush out of her best friend and 
bookmarked a couple. Opening up Willow's bookmarks to check that 
things worked okay, Buffy noticed a few odd titles. <I wonder what 
"Slash" is? *NSync slash? Are those sights for people who hate boy 
bands?> Her curiosity growing, Buffy decided to check one of the 
sites out while she had the internet up. Willow had never mentioned 
anything about *NSync or Back Street Boys to her before- to say that 
she hated or loved them. What could it hurt?  
The first site that came up certainly didn't look like it was a "I 
hate boy bands" site, that's for sure. At the top was a huge picture 
of Justin Timberlake in a *very* compromising position with Lance 
Bass. Buffy didn't think that's the type of publicity pics that
bands 
usually had taken, especially bands who appeal to the teeny-bopper 
crowd.  
<This is interesting?>
Buffy scrolled down the page only to have her curiosity piqued even 
more. It seems this was a site for stories and artwork called 
"slash." Which, she read, meant they involved same sex pairings. 
The 
blonde was really interested in just why this was on Willow's
computer 
now, but looking up at the clock she noticed that it was 4:25 and
that 
the redhead would be walking through the door any second. Closing
out 
the browser and shutting down the computer, Buffy headed back to her 
bed on the other side of the room to wait for her best friend.  
<I wonder what this is all about? Maybe that lesbian porn wasn't so 
far from the truth?> Buffy thought as the door opened and Willow 
walked in.
"Hey Wills! How was class?"
"Ugh." The redhead flopped face first onto her bed, regretting it
as 
soon as her nose hit the mattress; dorm beds weren't known for their 
softness, that's for sure.  
"That good, eh?"
"I don't understand it; I love school, I always have, but I'm just 
flailing in this class. I can't seem to grasp the concepts of simple 
physics. Maybe it's cause I know that they aren't true, I mean I've 
gone to different dimensions and made things float and stuff, so I 
know all those rules and truths and stuff aren't all true, but I have 
no way of 'scientifically' proving that and the professor just thinks 
I'm a huge flake and I'm beginning to think he's right." Babble mode 
had set in, full force.  
"Whoah. Hold up. A, you're not a flake. A little weird, yeah, but 
hey, we knew that in high school. And two, who really cares about 
science? It certainly doesn't explain vampires, does it?" Buffy 
looked at her best friend with a mixture of love and amusement;
Willow 
was always spazzing about something, but that's what made her so darn 
cute and?
<Irresistible? Where did that come from? Huh.>
"I-I guess you're right."
"Of course I am. I'm the Slayer, aren't I? Now enough of this 
downer-woe-is-me stuff. Tonight is girl's night in and we're going
to 
do nothing to improve our minds or bodies. Junk food, bad movies,
and 
gossip. Sound like a plan?" By the end of this little monologue 
Willow was smiling broadly at Buffy, convinced that the most
beautiful 
girl in the world was standing in front of her.  
<If only Buffy? no bad Willow. Naughty thoughts about hey
beautiful 
face and sexy body? are, um bad. Or something?>  
"Sounds good. What kind of movie-age are we talking about here?  
Cheesy-bad romance or Adam Sandler-ish?"
Buffy pondered the question briefly. "How about cheesy-bad romance 
AND Adam Sandler-ish? Wedding Singer sound good to you? Drew 
Barrymore, badly sung 80s music. Can't get better than that, can
you?  
Unless it were cheesy boy band pop." <Wonder if she'll catch that.  
It wasn't too obvious, was it?>
"Yeah, that's great. Pizza? Can we get normal toppings? I don't 
think I can deal with the pineapple juice seeping over into my half
of 
the pizza again. I nearly puked last time." <I wonder why she 
mentioned boy band pop. They have nothing to do with movies?>
"Sure. Pepperoni on half and peppers on the other half? Why don't 
you order and I'll go pick up the movie. Any special requests while 
I'm out? I think I'll stop by the store and pick up some more 
junky-food type stuff." Buffy picked up her jacket and headed
towards 
the door, glancing back at the redhead with a smile.
"Chocolate. And chocolate. Oh, and chocolate," Willow replied with 
a half smile on her face.  
"Carrots, celery and cucumbers it is," Buffy said as she headed out 
the door.
<She sure picked the most phallic vegetables she could. Whatever 
happened to tomatoes? Oh, I guess they're a fruit. Never mind.>
After she ordered the pizza, which took all of 2 minutes, and 
wouldn't be there for over an hour <that's what I get for ordering at 
5 on a Friday, peak time>, Willow booted up her lap top to check her 
e-mail and do a little catch up on her favorite sites. After
deleting 
a couple of goofy e-mails from Xander and Anya (they were having fun 
at the public library not using the books), Willow looked under her 
bookmarks, noticing a couple new additions.  
"Lez-be-an Exotica? What's that? I don't remember bookmarking 
that?" Willow said aloud as she clicked on the link.  
<omigoodnessthatsanakedlady!> Willow blushed a bright crimson as
the 
page loaded. It's not like she hadn't ever seen internet porn, but 
she wasn't expecting THIS to be under her personal bookmarks. 
Someone 
had been using her computer, and the only person who would was Buffy.
<Are these Buffy's bookmarks? Does she like to look at this stuff?  
Hmmm?I never pegged her as the internet-porn type. But I guess
we all 
have our little secrets. I might as well leave them here. They 
aren't bothering me, and she might want to look at them again.>
Willow was kind of shocked that it was lesbian porn; she'd always
had 
feelings for her best friend, but always thought she was straight as 
all hell. No pun intended. With those thoughts in the back of her 
head, Willow went on to her sites, *NSync Slash and LanceLuv, to see 
if there were any new stories posted. She was working on her own to 
post, but they weren't ready yet. There weren't any new fics, so she 
just took a look at the artwork that had been posted. There were a 
couple of computer-manipulated pics with Lance and Justin in a very 
sexy and heated pose; the one that caught her eye, though was Chris 
licking chocolate syrup off of JC's chest.  
<Chris looks good, but damn, JC is such a gimp! His expression
looks 
like someone just stuck Mr. Pointy up?oh. I get it.>
As she was contemplating this last picture, Willow shut off her 
computer and picked up one of her spell books to wait for Buffy. She 
didn't want to have the pages open in case the blonde walked in; she 
figured after seeing the bookmarks that Buffy wouldn't be so shocked, 
but she was a little embarrassed about it. She began thinking about 
Buffy's bookmarks and the possibilities that could open up, if
only?
Just as Willow's mind was drifting to matters of the heart, Buffy 
opened their door, loaded down with junk food and the 
cheesy-romantic-Adam-Sandler-ish movie.

TBC