| As Xander Harris slept through his alarm, he was having the type of dream he knew in the back of his mind he shouldn’t be having. He and Willow were on some kind of beautiful island, and he was giving her a backrub while they were sipping iced tea with those little umbrellas in them. “Oh Xander, we should take trips more often. We should go to Paris next time.” “Yeah. That would be cool. I could test my theory about French fries; American or French?” “You give the best back rubs Xander. You’re even better then a professional.” “Thanks Will.” While Xander continued to rub suntan lotion on her back, she leaned over and just as they were about to kiss, Willow started to belt out, “Kiss me, down by the broken tree house…” < Okay, what the hell is going on > Xander thought as he woke up to find himself listening to the Sixpence None the Richer song for the thousandth time. < Wow. What a dream. But I know that we would never act like that because we’re not together, and also Willow doesn’t act like that. Stupid Oz. Why did he have to come into the picture and mess everything up? Oh well. I only want Willow to be happy, and Oz makes her happy, so I’m happy for her. I think I should stop thinking about this whole thing cause my brain is starting to hurt. > Xander shut off his alarm clock and went to the bathroom. He tried not to think about Willow all of the time, but when you love someone, its kinda hard not to. He came back into his room and looked around. “Hmm, what to wear, what to wear. Not a lotta choices, but I think I found a winner!” he said out loud as he crossed his room and found a clean, rumpled up navy shirt in a ball. “Now for some pants.” Xander looked around the room again to find a pair of khakis on his dresser. “Aha! There we go.” He looked at his clock and found that if he didn’t hurry up, Principal Snyder would have another reason to give detention to him. < Gotta move, Harris. > Xander went into his closet and found his sketchers and put them on since he didn’t have time to find his Adidas. < I really ought to clean my room someday; it would be a lot easier to get ready. Man, I cannot stop thinking about Willow. > He knew he should confess his feelings to her, but he didn’t want to make her feel bad since she has Oz. < I have to do it sometime soon, cause I’m going to go crazy if I don’t. > |
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