By Em
Author's Note: Okay, here I go. This is really my first actual Buffy-fic. I've written fanfic before, but not for Buffy, basically because I felt that I didn't have a good enough grip of the characters. But, well, this story has been floating in my head for a few days now and I'm afraid that if I don't let it out I'll end up failing all of my finals. ;) So, here it is. Of course, as always, I THRIVE on feedback. If you hate it, please let me know. I at least want to know that people are reading it. :) Thanks!
"I'm late!" Willow ran into Buffy's room, unconsciously slamming the door behind her. She ran straight to the bed, plopping herself down while attempting to catch her breath.Buffy looked up from her magazine, glancing at her friend and then at the clock. "Only five minutes… it's not a big deal. Really." Although her face showed little emotion, her voice made it obvious that she was confused by Willow's statement.
"NO! I mean… I'm… I'm…" The small redhead's eyes were wide, boring into those of her friend. Buffy was now, once again, looking at Willow, this time all of her attention taken by the situation at hand. Suddenly Willow's eyes gazed down at the comforter on the bed. "Late." Her last word was said with an emphasized, scared whisper.
Buffy's face didn't change. Her eyes didn't move, even though now they were looking at nothing more than the top of her friend's head. Slowly Buffy's mouth dropped open and she let out a simple "Oh…"
"Yeah."
"Well… I mean…" Once again Buffy saw Willow's eyes. "How late? Maybe it's just…"
"Two weeks."
"Oh."
"Yeah."
Almost as though her deeds were too much weight on her head, Willow's head fell again, a little lower than before. Her red hair completely covered her face now. "I don't know what to do, Buffy… I…" She was on the brink of crying - that place where you know there's something to cry about, and you really want to, but you aren't in any real immediate danger so you hold it back. Just barely. Her voice began to waver. "I… what should I do? Just once, Buffy! We only did it once!!"
"Well, you could…" Buffy paused, got off the bed, and started pacing.
"I know what I could do… I need to know what I should do! Buffy…." Willow began to whine. She had lifted her head once again , but this time just stared at the wall in front of her.
Buffy turned on her left heel and began walking the other direction. "Does Oz know? I'm sure he…"
"No." Buffy stopped mid-pace to face Willow.
"He doesn't?"
"No."
"Um… shouldn't he?"
"Probably."
Buffy went back to her pacing. A thick silence filled the room as both of the young girls began thinking. Several minutes passed while Willow continued to stare at the wall and Buff y continued her pacing.
"You are eighteen." Buffy had turned towards Willow again. Quickly Willow's eyes darted to look at her friend. Just as quickly they returned to the wall, almost as though they had forgotten that she was deep in depressed thought.
Willow let out an inaudible "Yup." That was all she could think of to say. Before they knew it, several more minutes had passed in pacing and staring.
"What are you going to do?" This time Buffy didn't take the time to stop… she was on auto-pace.
"I don't know… I think… I have to go now. Thanks for talking to me." Willow stood up, looked up at her friend with sad eyes, and began to walk towards the room. She whispered, "I think I'll call the doctor."
"It'll be okay." The door to Buffy's bedroom was quietly shut again, and she was left alone with her magazine.
Continues