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Part One
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Xander was sprawled unceremoniously on Willow's floor, pulling an assortment of things from under her bed. They were supposed to be studying, but Xander had an annoying way of getting out of it everytime.
"Xander, we really should finish this homework," she told him. He suddenly straightened up from under her bed, holding something in his hands. He turned to face her with a smile.
"Hey, Will. Bet I can still beat you at this," Xander replied. Willow looked at his hands. He held the one game that she could never beat him at: Twister.
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An hour later...
Xander was doing a rather spectacular back bend under Willow, while she was in a position that looked rather painful. He reached to the pointer and managed to flick it.
"Right hand blue," He proclaimed. Willow looked to the blue circles which were on the other side of Xander from where her hands currently were. The only way she could make it work and not look obscene, was to turn so that she was face down on top of him.
As she turned Xander caught a faint scent of perfume. -When did she start wearing perfume?- he thought. Willow reached for the pointer and gave it a good turn.
"Right foot red," she smiled at him. Give him credit, Xander tried. Unfortunately, unlike Willow, he hadn't taken gymnastics for four years. He collapsed in a heap and took Willow with him. The two friends laughed until it hurt.
"I win," Willow stated. They lay there, Willow on top of him, for several minutes while Xander took the time to actually look at his best friend. Her hair was longer than he remembered and a beautiful shade of auburn. She didn't wear her glasses anymore. -When did that change?- he thought.
"Will, when did you stop wearing glasses?" he asked out loud.
"Two years ago, remember. I got contacts," she replied. That moment the realized they were in a position that could look suspicious, especially to Willow's father. Both of them pushed away from each other, Xander back against her bed, Willow back in her chair.
- What's going on here? How could I miss so many changes?- Xander questioned himself. She was his best friend, and he had missed so much. But most of all he had missed the moment his feelings for her had changed. Suddenly he realized he needed a cold shower, and fast.
"Will, I -," Xander began.
"Xander, I-," Willow, in unison. She stopped and laughed,"You first."
Xander stopped and considered what he was about to say. Then decided against it. She couldn't possibly feel the same way, could she? "Will, I ... think I need to go home." It sounded lame, he knew that, but he couldn't be in the same room with her, not without doing something. He stood up and asked, "What were you going to say?"
"Oh, nothing," she replied, disappointed. As Xander left, she got out of the chair and laid down on the Twister mat. Willow closed her eyes and daydreamed. -Someday...,- she thought.
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