Confused Much Willow: Part 1
by Gina
I don't own em. This is a fic based around Willow...have fun Will!
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Part One
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Willow woke up to the beeping of her alarm clock. She groaned, "Ugh! Shut up!" She hit the alarm and ended up smashing it. "And I didn't even have my Wheaties yet. Oops." She climbed out of bed and got ready for school.
As she walked down the hall, she ran into Giles. "Hey Giles!" she chirped. He looked at her oddly. "Ms. Rosenburg, this is a school and I am your elder. You do NOT address your elders by their last names only, alright?" he said, obviously pissed off. He yelled over to some kid chewing gum and ran off. Willow watched him, confused. She accounted it toward the Hellmouth and headed over to the library, hoping to find her friends.
Much to her surprise, Angel was sitting in the library eating a Twinkie. In the sunlight. "Angel! You're in the sun!" she cried. He looked at her oddly "Yeah Will, don't worry. I wont get burned, SPF 15," he joked, scarfing down his chocolate treat. Before she could answer, Buffy walked in the library looking annoyed.
"Angel! Listen you little twerp, I am never going to get the stain out of my Gucci original. You better watch it when you spaz out there on the dance floor," she told him. Willow cringed, she sounded like Cordelia. "It's not spazing, your majesty, it's dancing," he said, then added sarcastically, "You're just jealous ‘cuz you don't have the moves." Willow gaped at the scene unfolding before her. Angel was in the sunlight and they were acting like...Cordy and Xander!
"Guys! What is going on here?" she asked. "Oh, you were out patrolling, but Lord of the Dance over here danced his way into a table and knocked soda all over my new Gucci!" Buffy complained. "Patrol?" Willow asked. Just then, Joyce peeked out of her office. "Ah! Willow, how was your patrol last night?" she asked, coming out with a book. "Mrs. Summers? What are you doing here?" Willow asked. Joyce looked at her oddly. "Willow, I work here, remember? How was your patrol last night?" Joyce asked. As Willow was trying to figure things out, Cordelia and Oz walked in, holding hands.
"Hey everyone," Cordy greeted. Willow spun around and almost had a heart attack. "Wh...what? Wh.." Willow sputtered, "Why are you two holding hands?" Oz looked at her oddly. "Uh, Willow, we've been going out for almost a year now. I think we're as the stage to be able to hold hands," Oz told her. "Going out? For a year? But, Oz..." she was on the verge of tears, "Cordy! What about Xander?"
"What about Xander? He's your boyfriend," she told the confused girl. Willow just stood there. "Yeah, only you, Sunnydale's resident Slayer, seem to go for undead creature of the night boyfriends," Angel told the redhead. Willow turned back to look at the sarcastic Angel. "Huh? This is some kind of dream or a really bad joke," she muttered, then louder, "Xand's behind this right? Haha, joke's over guys. Where IS Xander anyway?" Everyone stared at her. "Uh, vampires usually tend to stay in during the sunny hours," Buffy said, "God, Willow, did you get pummeled a little to hard by the vamp population last night?" Upon hearing that Xander was a vampire, and realizing everyone was being dead serious, Willow fainted.
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