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Chapter Six

Buffy entered the grey two story colonial she grew up in and let out breath she felt she'd been holding since she moved in. She hadn't realized how nice it was to come home. She'd been in such a rush to move out and now that she was in the place she'd been in such a rush to get out of, she felt homesick. Which was odd considering. She thought back to the many times—just last week to be exact—that her and William had burst through the door laughing about something or other.

"Buffy?" her mother asked, coming to greet her in the foyer. "What's going on? Where's William?"

"He's um, at the apartment."

Her mother stepped forward, "Are you all right?"

Buffy nodded, "Yeah. Is it all right if I stay here tonight?"

Joyce, her mother, studied her suspiciously. "Buffy. What happened?"

"William and I just had an argument of sorts," Buffy mumbled.

"Would you like me to make some cocoa and you can tell me about it?"

Buffy nodded. "I'm just going to see if I have any pj's left here okay?"

Joyce nodded slowly, "I'm sure you do. Your dad's in bed, so be extra
quiet."

"Where's Dawn?"

"At a friends."

"Kay, be right back." She made the ascent up the stairs and breathed deep.
Her house, the familiar smell her apartment did not have. She didn't realize
how much she would miss a scent. The scent of home. Pushing the door
open to her abandoned room, she took note of the dresser that still stood
there that she hadn't been able to fit in her new room. She also took note
that her mother had already started the set up of a reading room there.
She closed her eyes and conjured up the image of her old room. Inevitably,
William came to mind and she saw him sitting on her bed watching her as
she got ready to go out. He always watched her go from no makeup to
makeup. Or, as she liked to call it, "Putting on her face". He'd often tell her
she didn't ‘need that crap'.

God, she was pathetic. She'd only spent what? One night at her apartment
with William and she was already home and feeling homesick? Course, she
hadn't realized it till she pulled into the driveway. She figured it had to do
with the fact that she'd just argued with William, something they rarely
ever did and that he'd hurt her feelings, something he NEVER did, AND she
realized she'd been jealous—something she never was concerning William.
She often didn't understand why women didn't pay more attention to him.
He had a heart of gold and she'd never found him ugly. She'd found him
cute until that afternoon when she'd upped to it adorable. Oh and then
there was the moment she'd seen him sans shirt. . .

She whipped open her drawer and rummaged through it, looking for just a
pair of capri's and a t shirt or tank at least. Finding both, she strutted off to
her bathroom. The bathroom she didn't have to share with a boy.

So yes, she thought, as she tugged off her clothes and replaced them, she'd
never been jealous like that concerning William. So why now?

She stared at herself in the mirror. Her hair was not dark like Dru's. Her
eyes were not dark either, and her nose was shaped funny. What did William see in her? God, why was this bothering her so much! He was a boy
in need of a girl. Just as she was a girl . . . well, she wasn't really in need of a
boy. She had enough changes to get used to. A new apartment, a new life, a
new job—all of things meant she did not have time for a boy. Where was
William finding the time all of a sudden.

"Just stop thinking about it!" she growled at her reflection and nearly
stomped off downstairs to see her mother.



"So, can you tell me about this argument you had with Will?" Joyce asked,
sliding Buffy's cocoa to her.

Buffy nodded slowly, staring into her cup and the bobbing marshmallows
William liked so much. She told her mother everything from the time she'd
gone over to see William with Dru to when she made the decision to leave.

"Buffy, honey, do you have feelings for William?" Joyce asked gently.

Buffy knit her brows together. "No," she said emphatically. Then, "What do
you mean?"

Joyce smiled, "I mean, do you think of William as more than a friend?"

"Jesus, mom what is this? High school?" Buffy said, rolling her eyes.

"Well, you weren't understanding, so I thought I had to spell it out."

"I – I don't know what I'm feeling," Buffy stumbled on her words,
frustrated that she couldn't define or articulate properly what she was
feeling.

"Buffy, honey, you and William have been best friends for a long time.
You've been nearly inseparable. Where there's one, there's the other.
You've always depended on William to be there. It's like you've been in this
bubble together and when you do date, you expect William to be there and
not have anyone—"

"That's not true mother, I don't want William to be alone!" Buffy protested.


"Buffy, just listen," Joyce said calmly, placing a hand on her arm.


"I think your feelings for William run deeper than you've ever allowed
yourself to think. And I think you better figure it out before you lose him.
You can't keep a leash on him Buffy and expect him to always be there,
waiting. He has a life to lead as well as you. It's selfish to think he won't
want someone in his life. And if you want that person to be you, then you
need to do something about it."



Buffy's thoughts lay heavy in her mind that night and she found sleep
difficult. Her mother was right. She couldn't say she didn't understand why
women didn't fawn over William in one breath and then get inappropriately
upset when they did in the next. She also couldn't expect to be able to date
and then go home to William and have him always be there as if he had
nothing better to do. She was selfish. The thought brought tears to her
eyes. More so that she could have hurt William. And yet, she thought as she
turned on her back on the lumpy couch, William had hurt her too. It was
obvious he thought her a tramp. Which was plain ridiculous. She never
slept around. She only had sex in semi-serious relationships. She'd only
been with . . . three men. Okay four counting that one one-night stand she
never told anyone about. Not a skank, now way, no how. So she liked to
shake her tail feather. It wasn't her fault all the pervs came along to ogle
her. They ogled plenty of other girls that did the same thing! It just really
hurt that William saw her that way. It also really hurt that he seemed
interested in that bride of Dracula freak. . . Sitting up Buffy knew there was
no way she was going to fall asleep. As much as her body yearned for it, she
needed to work this out with William. Climbing off the couch, she gathered
her things, deciding to come back for what was left tomorrow. She left a
note and locked the door behind her.

When she arrived at the apartment, she noticed light bouncing off the
windows and knew that William had to be watching TV. Climbing up the
stairs, she wondered if he'd still be awake and she actually felt afraid. She
wasn't sure why except that she didn't want to argue with William, she just
wanted it to be over already.

Unlocking the door, she crept inside.

"Buffy?" his sweet, sleepy voice came across the room to greet her.

She stepped into the living room. "Hi."

He sat up from his laying position on the couch. "What are you doing here?"

She smirked, "I live here."

"Thought you were staying at your mothers," he retorted.

"I was. But I couldn't sleep," she murmured, ignoring the hard tone in his
voice.

"Why not?"

"Because we argued and I didn't like it. I wanted to come here and work it
out. I guess its not very mature of me to run home when we have a
problem."

"I guess you're right."

She sucked at this, she really did. "Okay, great. Well, good night!" she
started for the bedroom.

William stood. "Buffy."

She stopped and turned to him. "William."

In two strides, they were hugging.

"You're not a tramp or a ho or any of those other things you called Dru," he whispered in her hair.

"I'm sorry I was so rude William." She swallowed, "I-if you like her, I won't
say anything about you seeing her." Even if she is all wrong for you, she added in her head.

"I don't like it when we fight Buffy. I missed you."

"I missed you too. I'm sorry."

"Stop apologizing. I'm sorry."

"You stop apologizing too!"

He chuckled. "Want to watch some Nick at Nite with me?"

She looked up at him and smiled. "Sure thing roomie."


I will say there will be some S/D, but nothing TOO bad. Trust me :)





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