Chapter Three
“We need eggs,” William said as he looked over the list one more time. He took out his pen, ready to mark it off as they entered the Dairy section.
“Aren’t you going to check it off?” Buffy asked, trying not to
laugh at how efficient he was.
“No, they’re not in the cart yet,” he said, the look on his face
telling her she should have known this already.
“Will, we’re right here. As soon as we cut a path to the eggs
around all these people, we’ll have them.”
“Doesn’t matter,” he shrugged. “They have to be in the basket
before I can check them off.”
“You’re a little anal, you know that?” she told him, shaking her
head but a smile curling her lips.
“Like you’re one to talk Miss We Need to Get the Milk First
Thing. I just like to be organized,” he said haughtily. He looked
toward the crowd around the egg section. “I’m thinking
Sunday mornings are NOT the time to be doing this.”
“I’m sure you’ll come up with an efficient time for us.”
He gave her a look, then, “All right. I’m going in.”
She giggled as she watched him weave in and out, while
managing to be polite and not elbow anyone out of the way.
It was cute how efficient he was actually. He’d dutifully
made the list that morning while Buffy tossed things out here
and there while flipping through channels. She’d watched him
as he diligently wrote down everything they needed, thinking
aloud and then jotting things down. He’d kept pushing his hair
out of the way and pushing up his glasses. She’d studied him
when he didn’t think she was looking and Buffy realized just
how cute he was. Maybe ‘cute’ wasn’t strong enough. She’d
always thought he was cute, but watching him, she’d found
him adorable. Sweet. His blue sky blue eyes and the way he
pushed up his glasses with a slightly frustrated look on his
face, and the smile he’d give her.
“Buffy?”
Snapping fingers in front of her face while she
wandered off on Williams attributes was William himself.
“Uh, sorry. I zoned. What?”
“I got the eggs and I think these people want you to
get out of the way.”
“Oh, right,” she said, blushing, and strolled the cart
away.
“What were you thinking about?” William asked as
they turned down an aisle.
“Oh, nothing,” she hummed and continued on. “Did
you check off the eggs?”
“Oh no I didn’t!” he exclaimed and immediately grabbed his
paper and pencil and made his check mark by the eggs.
Buffy giggled. “You are too cute, William.”
“That right, pet?” he asked, grinning at her.
“Yep. All with the making of the lists and having to
check off everything as you go. It’s cute.”
“You know what was cute?”
She smiled up at him, “What?”
“You sliding across the kitchen floor in your pj’s
and socks.”
She giggled. “That was fun!”
“It must have been, you did it for a bloody half
an hour. Only stopping to drink your beer.”
“What was even better is when you fell on your
ass doing it,” and she burst out into a belly laugh.
William gave her a withering glare and then let
out a chuckle. When Buffy snorted, he started to full out
laugh even at the horrified look on her face. He couldn’t help
himself from gathering her up in his arms. This was what life
was Buffy was like. He never wanted to let it go.
“Will? You awake?” Buffy whispered as she
softly knocked on his door. She pushed at the door and it
opened slightly. She saw his legs on the bed. She pushed at
the door more and stepped inside. He was lying on his bed,
his back to her in nothing but his blue jeans and—oh my god—
no shirt. Her jaw dropped to the ground. The boy, from what
she could see of his back, had an incredible torso. How in
the world and WHY in the world did he keep it covered?
She’d known he had to be strong with the way he carried up his things effortlessly, but my God.
She stepped further into the room, wanting to get an even
better look.
“Buffy, what are you doing?”
She let out a very unladylike screech at that and jumped a
near mile. “That was rude!” she barked at him.
Rolling over, Will grinned at her. “No, what’s rude is coming
into my room and not waiting for permission.”
She pointed at him accusingly. “You did that on purpose!”
He smiled rakishly and sat up. “Well, yeah. Wanted to see
what you’d do. What’s up?”
Buffy found her eyes drifting to his chest. His perfect,
smooth, alabaster chest. Six pack, check. Defined muscle
tone, check. Hot, che—what the? Where the?
She took a full step back, “I’m uh, going to introduce myself to
the neighbors down below. Want to come with me?”
He furrowed his brow, “Thought it was just the one guy
Andrew?”
“Well, you never know. Plus there is a first floor too. Coming?”
“Yeah, let me just get my shirt,” he said and reached for it.
Buffy bit her lip, thinking ‘or not,’ then berated herself for
thinking that way about Will. It was WILL. Will her best friend.
Will that she trusted immensely and therefore had no penis.
WILL.
“Buffy?”
“Hmm?”
“You’re zoning again."
“Yeah, I uh . . . do that. Ready?”
He gave her a funny look and slipped into his sneakers.
Trudging down the stairs, Buffy planted herself in front of
Andrew’s door. She looked up at William. “Ready?”
“As I’ll ever be.”
Pushing the chime, she heard it ring and then listened for footsteps. Seconds later, the door swung open and Obi Wan Kanobe greeted them.
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Author's Chapter Notes:
It was brought to my attention that it sounded like BUffy was still with Riley. That is not the case. She broke up with him in high school, in chapter 2 how I wrote it. It sounded like it could go either way and I'm going to change that. So, she's not with Riley any longer!! Will she in the future? Who knows.