The bell had rung twenty minutes ago, and after rummaging through her locker looking for who knows what, Buffy was walking toward Willow's house. She still had another forty minutes to get there, so she was taking her time. The strappy sandals that she wore weren't the best for walking in, so she was trying to alleviate as much strain as possible on her perfectly manicured toes.
She looked at the trees and the cars passing, mind drifting back to the scene in the cafeteria. Angel had asked her out. If she hadn't seen it herself, she would have never believed it.
She got to Willow's house at a quarter past four. She was early, but she was sure that her best buddy wouldn't mind. She knocked on the door. On the second knock, a disheveled red-head opened the door, letting her in. She looked as though she had spent the afternoon sleeping. Or crying. Her eyes were puffy, and her hair messy. She wore Scooby-Doo pajama bottoms and a white camisole. Buffy walked over the thresh hold and the door was closed behind her.
"Hey Will. Are you sure you're okay?" she asked her friend.
"Yeah, just tired. Let's go up to my room."
The girls made their way up the staircase and into a room. The door was shut as they walked in, and Willow sat on her bed. Buffy walked around, looking at the aquarium full of fish as if it had suddenly become the most interesting thing in the world. The large windows were closed and the curtains closed. She sat down next to Willow on the bed.
"So, what's going on?" Buffy asked her friend. She noticed that a tear was rolling down a freckled cheek. "Honey, what's wrong?"
"Well, I went to the doctor today, because I've been throwing up a lot, and really tired," she started. She stopped to grab a tissue and began again. "He ran some tests, and said that everything was fine, except for....well...I'm pregnant."
Buffy's eyes went wide. "You're what?"
"Pregnant," Willow stated again. "It's Oz's"
"Oh my God, Willow. Does he know?"
"No, I just found out myself this morning. You're the first person I've told."
To say she was surprised would be an understatement. Buffy felt so many things. Worry for her friend, curiosity at what was gonna happen next. And, in some ways, pity. Willow was 17, and pregnant. What was she gonna go?
"What are you going to do, Will?" Buffy asked as she took her friend's hand in hers.
"I don't know. I don't know how my parents are going to take it. But I know that I'm going to keep it. I can't get rid of my child, Buffy."
The blond pulled her friend into a tight hug, letting the redhead's tears fall over her shoulder. She let her stay there until she pulled back, and grabbed another tissue.
"Will. I know what we can do. I mean, if you feel like it," Buffy offered.
Willow waited for her to continue.
"The Dingoes are playing a gig tonight at the Bronze. I'm supposed to go with Angel. Why don't you come with us? Then afterwards, Oz can bring you home and you can tell him then."
Willow looked at the bed for a while, wiping her eyes occasionally and sniffling. Finally she looked back up at the blonde and smiled a half-smile.
"What am I going to wear?" she said, with a half laugh. She sniffled again and another tear escaped. She wiped it away. Buffy smiled at her.
"You are talking to the expert," she said, trying to lighten things up. "We will have you looking good in no time."
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An hour later, Buffy sat on her porch, watching for a familiar black convertible to pull up next to the curb. She had seen Angel's car before; she knew it well. It was a beauty.
She wore a black minidress with small flowers embroidered on the hem. A pair of knee-high boots sheathed her legs, and a gleaming silver cross hung around her neck. The sun was going down in the distance, and she shivered, feeling the air begin to cool. A pair of headlights passed by her house, and a black convertible pulled up. The top was down and a windblown man sat in the driver's seat. She hurried to the car.
"Hi," he said, as she opened the passenger door.
"Hi," she returned as she fastened her seat belt. She shivered slightly.
He took off his leather coat and handed it to her. She thanked him and draped it around her shoulders. She noticed that he wore a tight black t-shirt that clung to the indentations of his muscles. He smelled of soap and aftershave, a scent which hit her occasionally and was blown away by the night wind. She settled into the seat and let the wind blow through her hair.
They arrived at the Bronze, and Buffy saw Willow waiting for her by the door. She quickly unbuckled her seat belt and hurried to her friend, Angel following behind her.
"Angel, this is Willow," she said, nodding her head towards her friend. "Willow. Angel."
"Hi," Angel said, then returned his gaze to Buffy. They walked towards the door of the Bronze. Stopping briefly at the door, Buffy made a motion to take off the leather jacket.
"Keep it," Angel said. "It looks better on you."
She smiled at him as he draped his arm around her shoulders. The three friends walked into the Bronze side by side.
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