FIC: My Statements pt.3

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My Statements



Pt. 3


Willow looked down at the paper at her feet. [Weird, it looks 
like?] The redhead bent down and retrieved the paper.

"My letter."  

[Why did she go running form the dorm?] Willow slipped the letter 
into her bag, clutching her schoolbooks tightly as she continued on 
her way towards her lab partner's room.  
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Buffy watched as the clock digits clicked over to 8:59.
[One more minute before I have to start another joyfull shift at the 
Double Meat.]   

The blonde used these early morning reprises to try and figure her 
life out. Many decisions had been made while she waited for her 
alarm to go off signaling her day's beginning. Buffy looked at this 
time as an escape, a chance to see if she could change anything for 
the better, however, today seemed to just bring a blank to her tired 
mind.

[Of all the times for me to actually not be able to concentrate, it 
had to be now.] Buffy sighed and rolled over. [How am I supposed to 
convince Willow to stay in my life if I can't even come up with 
something semi-intelligent to say?]

Beep! Beep!

[Great. So much for taking advantage of my time.] Buffy wearily 
climbed out of bed, heading towards the door, turning the alarm off 
as she passed by on her way to the bathroom.  

[I really hate that alarm; maybe I can go shopping with Dawn this 
weekend for a new one? A smidgen of fun for the Summers girls!] 
 
Buffy turned the knob for the bathroom door, but it was locked.  

"Dawn!" Buffy let her head drop onto the door, barely noticing the  
thud, or brief flash of pain that raced through her.

[Great. I have nothing to say to Willow, no way to run into her if 
she really is avoiding me, and now I can look forward to an ice cold 
shower.]

"What?" The door opened to reveal Dawn, who quickly moved out of the 
way of a falling slayer. "You'd think that you being the slayer 
would entitle you to some semblance of balance."

"I always thought that also, me having been a cheerleader would 
help. And now a slayer you'd think that I would at least be able to 
walk upright, or at the very minimum be able to lean against a wall 
with out endangering others."

Buffy picked herself off of the floor. She opened the closet, 
searching for her favorite green towel, for some reason Buffy always 
seemed to prefer the green towel.

[Aha!] The blonde picked up the towel, spotting it in the very back 
corner then carefully setting it on the counter to insure that it 
wouldn't get wet.

"Why do you always get the towel? It's not the fluffiest." Buffy 
turned back toward her sister, surprised that she was still standing 
there, not to mention talking to her. After last night's dinner 
Buffy had thought it would take at least two home cooked meals and a 
sleep over at Janice's before she would be back in her sister's 
graces.

"It reminds me off?" 

[Those darling eyes, that haev always shown support.]
 
Dawn stepped back into the bathroom, leaning against the 
wall. "Willow's eyes."  

[Only my Willow has ever completely stood by me.]

Dawn looked away from her sister's intense gaze. "I guess it's 
dumb." Buffy turned away to hide her embarrassed smile, turning the 
faucet handle.

"It's not dumb. It's sweet." Neither girl moved for a minute. "You 
better hurry or all the water will run cold."  

"I would but?." Buffy looked at Dawn waiting for the younger girl to 
get what she was saying. "Dawn." The youngest Summers looked at her 
sister waiting for the declarations of sisterly love and vows of 
protection to ring out.

"Yeah, I know I love you too. I just want you to be happy, and that 
means Willow. So could you please tell her how you feel for her? Do 
it for me please?"  

"As comforting as that was to hear. Dawn you are a weird little girl 
sometimes."

Dawn looked at Buffy in shock, beginning to wonder if the mist from 
the shower was somehow affecting her sister's thought processes.

"No more hanging out with Spike for you, now could you please leave 
so I can get undressed and in the shower ya little perv."

Dawn rolled her eyes as Buffy lightly pushed her out of the bathroom.

"It's not like I was looking or anything! We were having a 
conversation!" Buffy shut the door. A shy smile on her face as Dawn 
continued to rant outside the door.
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Tara slowed her mad pace, gulping oxygen as she berated herself for 
her rash actions.  

[Next time. I need to think before I go running off on a wild 
whim.] Tara stopped running completely. [Air is of the good.]

Her hands went to her knees supporting her as she bent forwards 
trying to breathe in more deeply.

It was about that time that she noticed the pink shirt in her hand, 
and the terry cloth robe that was brushing against her chin in the 
breeze.

[Well. That explains the looks I was getting from some of the 
people off the street.] Tara scouted the surrounding area, searching 
for a place to put on the rest of her attire.

[Best place to go in and changed would be the gas station I suppose.]

The blonde tried to stroll as casually as she could through the doors 
of the mini convienence store, of course there weren't man other 
young women walking into anywhere with their bathrobe on.

"Do you have a bathroom?" The man behind the counter stared at her 
for a moment before nodding. "C-could you tell me where it is?" The 
tackily dressed man pointed with his hand at the back of the 
store. "T-t- thank you." Tara scurried down the chip aisle hoping 
that no one she knew had seen her little spree through the streets of 
Sunnydale.
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[Here it is again class time, and I am still thinking about what 
happened this morning.]

Willow rearranged her different colored pens in attempts to 
discourage her wandering mind. Willow had been passing through the 
dorms, she had actually been trying to get by Tara's without the 
blonde seeing her. Willow knew that Tara had a class around the time 
she was supposed to be meeting her lab partner, she was fairly 
confident that she could get by with out running into Tara. Hence 
the whole: walking through teh dorm quickly decision. The Tara-
running-out-of-her-dorm-losing-papers-as-she-ran-by was different, 
and certainly not expected.  

[I wonder what caused her to-?]  

Her last class of the day was gathering their book bags; packing away 
their notebooks when Willow realized what might have upset Tara.

[My letter.]  

Willow picked up her different colored pens, putting them in their 
pocket on her book bag. Willow unzipped her backpack and was face to 
face, err face to side with the envelope. The redhead snatched it 
up, and for the first time questioning as to what is might have 
seemed to say to Tara. Willow flipped it over. The seal was 
unbroken.

[This is probably wrong of me to do, but I wrote the letter so I 
should at least be able to read it. I can seal it right back, no one 
would be the wiser. I can't give Tara mail that would upset her no 
matter how much I?]

The redhead looked around the lecture hall to find it empty. Willow 
cautiously opened the envelope, making sure to not tear it in any 
form.

"What?!" Willow read the letter a second time. "This is wrong, and 
not in the fraction of a fraction of a tiny bit funny." Willow 
positioned her book bag easily on her back, letter still in hand as 
she left the lecture hall.

[Why does Tara have my letter to Buffy? How could she possib- Oh 
sweet goddess that means Buffy got my letter that was meant for 
Tara! Astounding job Rosenberg! You have not only managed to mess up 
the magic side of your life, now your well on your way to messing up 
the Tara AND Buffy portion also!] Willow walked swiftly through the 
parking lot.

[I have to get home and explain to Buffy about the letters.]
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