Characters: Willow, Buffy, Xander, Thomas.
Written For: Challenge 9: Forward at sunnydalescribe.
Spoilers/Setting: Welcome to the Hellmouth.
Summary: When Willow takes Buffy’s advice to seize the moment, she lives to regret it.
Disclaimer: I don’t own BtVS, or the characters. They belong to the wonderful Joss Whedon.
A/N: Quadruple Drabble.
Willow is sure she could never be as confident as Buffy. Her new friend isn’t afraid of anything; she can actually talk to boys without stuttering or going bright red. Willow can talk to Xander and Jesse, but they don’t really count as boys because she’s known them so long; they’re her friends. Yes, there’s that whole crush thing she has on Xander, but he doesn’t know about it so that takes the pressure off.
If there was ever any boy/girl thing between them she probably wouldn’t be any better at speaking to Xander than she is with any other boy she likes. Just the thought of telling her best friend how she feels about him makes her want to curl up in a corner and hide. From what she’s seen, boys are looking for a bit more than that in potential girlfriends. She’s obviously doomed to lovelessness.
But then Buffy tells Willow her philosophy. “Seize the moment, ‘cause tomorrow you might be dead.”
It strikes Willow as good advice because it’s true; you never know what tomorrow might bring and waiting too long might mean you miss out on all the good things in life.
Screwing up every ounce of courage she has, Willow looks around and picks a boy; he’s nice looking, and he doesn’t seem to be with anyone, which is good because it would be so awkward if he had a girlfriend already. Heart pounding so loudly she’s sure everyone must be able to hear it, even over the loud music, Willow takes a deep breath and, trying to still her trembling hands, goes over to talk to him; she can scarcely believe she’s being so forward!
And he doesn’t laugh at her, he doesn’t brush her off; they dance and he asks if she’d like to go to the ice cream parlour with him. That will mean it’s just the two of them, but she says yes anyway. What has she got to lose?
Everything, it turns out, including her life. Why is it the first boy she’s ever got up the nerve to talk to turns out to be a vampire after her blood? Is the universe trying to tell her something? It sure looks that way, probably safer to swear off boys for good.
Suddenly, ending up an old maid with nothing but a bunch of cats for company doesn’t sound so bad.