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Chapter 15: Cotton CandyBy the time they had finished the Rapids, it was around 3:00, and despite them already having lunch, they were all hungry. The decision to go get cotton candy was unanimous. Luckily, when they finally found a cotton candy machine, there were only 3 people in front of them, so the wait wasn’t that torturous.
“So what’s it taste like?” Anya questioned excitedly.
“What?” Tara questioned.
“What’s it taste like? The cotton candy?”
Xander’s eyes widened “Hold on! You’ve never had cotton candy before?”
Anya shook her head.
“You mean you’ve been alive for 1100 years and never, not once have you ever had cotton candy before? Not once?” Xander asked her desperately.
“No I haven’t. Why is that so hard for you to understand Xander?” Anya shot back, her patience with him getting thin.
Xander decided to shut his trap for once. He didn’t want to get in trouble with his soon-to-be-wife yet again. Plus his shoulder was still sore from all the times she had hit him that day.
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Stepping up to the worker, they asked for 4 sticks of the cotton. One for Xander and Anya, one for Willow and Tara, and one each for both Buffy and Dawn. Handing one to each of them they all gaped. Each individual stick of cotton candy was so big that if Xander were to hold it up to his face and someone was looking at him directly, they wouldn’t be able to see any part of his face.
They strolled lazily down the walkway, eating their fluffy candy, looking for something to do.
Anya reached over to where Xander was holding their cotton candy and ripped a huge chunk off and delicately put a tiny piece in her mouth. Her eyes lit up as she tasted the sugary goodness. She then took the remaining hunk of fluff and promptly shoved it all into her mouth. She chewed the sticky fluff off, or at least, she did the best she could, seeing as how almost half of what she had put into her mouth had somehow managed to stick all over her face.
       
Buffy, Dawn, Willow, Tara, and Xander’s stared at Anya’s little display. She continued chewing while giving them a look that said “what” while shrugging her shoulders.
Willow finally couldn’t hold it in any more and she let out a bark of laughter. Following her, everyone else began to laugh also, everyone except Anya that is, who was still looking at them, eyes wide with innocence.
Buffy fumbled in her pocket and pulled out Xander’s camera, which only had but a few more pictures left in its life. She aimed, and shot. She’s gotten the perfect shot, at the perfect angle, with Anya’s eyes wide open, and mouth partially open, and goo all around her face. This means lips, cheeks, nose, and chin, all covered with pink.
Blinded, Anya shielded her eyes and stumbled around, blinking furiously, trying desperately to get her sight back.
Once the black had cleared her out of her vision she shot Buffy a glare, and then did something not one of them was expecting…she laughed. Her sneer turned into a grin, which turned into a chuckle, which blew into a total rib hurting, eyes tearing howl of ex-demon laughter.
After almost a minute of laughing the Scoobies, excluding Anya, finally calmed and waited for Anya to get out of her laugh fest. She didn’t.
Xander leaned forward a little, “Ahn, it wasn’t
that funny.”
Anya was doubled over, “Yes it was!!!” she gasped for breath, “See, I-I had sticky stuff all over my face! And then,” she took another deep breath, “she took a
picture!”
Xander sighed and turned to look at the group, who all had their eyebrows raised at him. He gave them all a pitiful look and shrugged his shoulders. Willow shook her head, “Hey, she’s your fiancé.”
Tara nudged her, “Be nice,” she whispered.
“Aren’t I always?” she asked with pure sincerity.
“Well-” Tara replied before Willow hushed her with a hand.
Anya finally finished laughing and she brought up her hands to wipe at her mouth. What she succeed in doing was create even a bigger mess. Now along with her face being sticky, her hands were now just as bad. She cringed at the horrible stickiness and tried to wipe it off unsuccessfully.
“Darn it!” she wailed, trying furiously to get the stuff off her arms. “Ew! It’s all stuck to me! Xander get it off!”
Xander was trying to stifle his laugher. “Honey, it’s okay, just put a little water on it and it’ll come right off.”
“Well where am I going to find water?” she moaned.
“Just go to the bathroom,” Tara told her, “I was going to make a quick stop pretty soon anyway.” Unseen by the others she quickly threw a wink in Willow’s direction. Willow grinned.
“Okay then!” Anya beamed; glad to be able to find a solution to get the residue cotton candy off of her, “Lead the way then.”
Dodging through the crowd the group made their way to the bathrooms. Tara and Anya went into the girls’ bathroom, closely followed by Willow.
“Oh no you don’t!” Buffy said, yanking Willow back from halfway in-between the doors.
“Hey!” Willow shouted indignantly.
“You’re not going in there.” Buffy said.
“But I’ve gotta pee!” Willow wined. Buffy saw right through the meek excuse.
She shook her head, “Nuh uh! No way.”
“Why not?” Willow challenged.
“You know as well as I do that if you go in there you probably won’t be coming out anytime soon.” Buffy gave Willow a knowing look.
Willow gave her best friend a pout and crossed her arms and hunched her shoulders over, sticking her lips out, “Humph! You know me too well!” She glared good-naturedly at her friend and waited for Tara and Anya to come back out.
A few minutes later they emerged with Anya being 100% cotton candy free.
They joined back with the rest of the group and began walking again, to no place in particular. Tara made her way over to Willow and they separated themselves from the group a little. “Where’d you go?” she asked her, giving her hand a tiny squeeze.
Willow pursed her lips, “Buffy wouldn’t let me go.”
Tara shook her head playfully and giggled, not being able to resist at the look Willow was giving.
They went into a comfortable silence before Tara’s nose twitched, as she smelled something familiar. Her face lit up and she realized what it was. She turned back to the group and signaled them to follow her, “Come on!”
“Where are we going?” Dawn shouted over the crowd’s mumblings.
Tara grinned, wondering how Willow would react, “You’ll see!” she shouted back.
When the crowd finally thinned Willow and the rest of the group saw exactly where Tara was taking them. Willow’s eye’s widened as she stared at the large building with terrified wide eyes, “You’ve got to be kidding me!”
TBC…
It's better to be pissed off than to be pissed on. - My mantra on a bad day.
And never let it be said that I left a Tara craving unsatisfied. - Willow in Wilderness