AU FIC.: What do you see?(Updated Aug. 29)

[nothingtosay]

PG-13(fluff, extreme fluff)

An AU fic. No demons/vampires/slayers/witches. Where people could like who they liked without being ostracized for standing out.

Disclaimer: Characters are not mine and so does the plot for the story, but I altered the story to fit W-T hopefully i did some justice in doing so. based(literally) from [spoiler]Wendelin Van Draanen's Flipped.[/spoiler]

Note:
Tara's POV will be in green and Willow's in blue
Hope you enjoy it.

Note 2: still an amatuer writing, so sorry if its kinda sucky.

Feedback: For the love of me, leave any feedback. please
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Chapter 1

All I ever wanted was for Willow Rosenberg to leave me alone. For her to back of- you know, to just give me some space.

It all started the summer before second grade when our moving van pulled into her neighborhood. She didn’t just barge into my life, she shoved and wedge her way into it.

Did we invite her to get into our moving van and start climbing all over boxes? No! But that's exactly what she did, taking over and showing off like only Will Rosenberg can.

My dad tried to stop her. "Hey!" he says as she's catapulting herself inside the truck. "What are you doing? You're getting mud everywhere!" So true, too. Her shoes were like caked with that stuff.

She didn’t hop out, though instead, she planted her butt on the floor and started to push the box nearest to her feet. "Don’t you want some help?" She glanced my way. "It sure looks like you need help."

I didn’t like the implication even though my dad had been tossing me that same look all week, I could tell- he didn’t like this girl either.

"Hey! Don’t do that," he warned her. "There are some really valuable things in that box."

"Oh. Well how about this one?" She scoots over to another box and looks my way again. "We should push it together!"

"Uh, I don’t think so" my dad says, then pulls her up by the arm. "Why don’t you run along home? Your mother's probably looking for you."

This was the beginning of my soon-to-become-acute-awareness that this redheaded girl cannot take a hint. Of any kind. Does she go trotting home like any kid would be, when they're invited to go? Nooooooooooooooooooo. She doesn’t even budge.

“Oh, my mom knows where I’ am. She says its fine." And the next words out of her mouth were the most terrifying words I have ever heard. "We’re across from you guys." Pointing across the street with her thumb.

My father looks to where she's pointing and mutters "Oh boy." Then he looks at me and winks as he says, " Tara , isn’t it time for you to go inside and help your mom?"

I knew right off that this was a ditch play. And I didn’t think about it until later, here he was, putting the play in motion and man he didn’t have to wink twice. I smiled and said "sure thing!" then jumped off and headed for my new front door.

I heard her coming after me but I couldn’t believe it. Maybe it just sounded like it but she was actually going the other way. But before I got the nerve to look, she blasted right past me, grabbing my arm and yanking me along.

That was too much. I stood still and was about to tell her off when the weirdest thing happened. I was making this big windmill motion to break away from her, but somehow on the downswing my hand wound up tangling with hers.

I couldn’t believe it. There I was, holding hands with the mud monkey!
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Here's to jumping in the unknown , so what do you think? anybody interested in knowing about the rest?

[nothingtosay]

PG-13(fluff, extreme fluff)

An AU fic. No demons/vampires/slayers/witches. Where people could like who they liked without being ostracized for standing out.

Disclaimer: Characters are not mine and so does the plot for the story, I have altered the story to fit W-T in the scene, based(literally) from [spoiler]Wendelin Van Draanen's Flipped.[/spoiler]

Note:
Tara's POV will be in green and Willow's in blue
Hope you enjoy it.

Feedback: yes. please!


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Chapter 2

I tried to shake off her hands, but she clamped on tight and yanked me along.
My mom came out of the house and immediately got the world's sappiest look on her face. "Well, hello there." she says to Willow
I'm still trying to pull free, but the red monkey got me on a death grip. My mom's grinning, looking at our hands and my flushed face.

"Hi"

"And what's your name dear?"

" Willow Anne Rosenberg. I live right over there" she says pointing with her free hand.

"And I see you've met my Terry,- "mom!" I said out loud. I hate it when she does that! My parents must have been crazy when I was conceived and thought “Hey since we made it ok with Donnie why don’t we do this the natural way” and they did. They went as far as basing my activities inside mom to state that I was a boy. uuuuurgh.

"I’m sorry honey, I mean Tara ."

She just bobbed her head and smiled at my direction. Finally I broke free and dived behind my mother. Mom puts her arm around me, "Tara, honey, why don’t you show Willow around the house?" I flash her help and warning signals with every part of my body, but it’s like she doesn’t understand me. She pushes me towards the mud monkey and says, "Now, Now. Play nice."

Willow would have tramped right in if my mother hadn’t notice her shoes and told her to take it off. After those were off, my mom told her that her dirty socks had to go, too. Willow wasn’t even the least bit embarrassed. She just peeled em off and left them in a crusty heap on our porch.

I didn’t exactly give her a tour. I locked myself in the bathroom instead. And after yelling back at her that no, I wasn’t coming out anytime soon. Things got quiet, 10 minutes went by before I got the nerve to open the door and inspected the halls.

No Willow . Finally!

That little display of ditch-ness didn’t stop her from coming over everyday. “Can Tara come out and play?” I could hear her asking from my hiding spot, behind the couch.

One time she went as far as cutting across the yard, climbed on mom’s trellis and looked through my windows, good thing I spotted her and dove under my bed.

Lucky for me, dad was looking out. Whenever she’d come over, he would tell her that I was sleeping or that I had gone out to play. He was a life saver.

That right there tells you something about that Rosenberg-gal, she has no concept of personal space. No respect for privacy, look out world, you’re on Willow ’s playground.

My brother on the other hand, sabotaged me every time he got. He’s four years older than me and whoa was he not a prime example to follow, I’d learn enough from watching him how not to run your life.

I used to have fights with him, but it’s just not worth it anymore. Boys don’t fight fair, they tell you they won’t punch you but once you hit them they’ll fight back, how’s that for word of honor. The secret I learned long ago was, don’t snap at the bait. Let it dangle. Ignore the taunts and eventually they’ll give up and try to lure someone else. Why get all pumped up about something you know you can’t win over? Its way better to take a deep breathe and dive for calmer waters.
And he thinks I’m stupid.

True to his purpose in my life, that is to be the pain-in-my-ass, he tried to hand me over like a pig on a silver platter to Willow . Sneaking her past Dad and marched her all over the house, tracking me down. Lucky for me, both of them never looked up, I wedged myself up the top shelf of my closet.

I was dying to go outside, but every time I looked outside there she was. My mom didn’t understand why it was so awful that “that cute redhead” had held my hands.

“Honey I thought you liked soccer? Why don’t you go out there and kick the ball around”

Because I didn’t want to be kicked around, that’s why. I still had enough sense at age seven to know that Willow Anne Rosenberg was dangerous.

Unavoidably dangerous as I found out later on, the minute I walked into Mrs. Carlson’s second-grade class. My social life died at the sound of her voice. “ TARA !” she squealed as she tackled me down.
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any suckage so far? c'mon guys a mere boo here or there wont kill me.

[Guest]

It’s really good!! I couldn't wave off that silly grin on my face once I started reading your story. Needless to say I'm loving the interactions between those two 7 year-olds and I guess it will be just as delightful to read Willow’s POV.

Vi’

[Lifty]

This is hilarious!!! I'm loving it. They both sound so cute

Keep it up!

[Paint the Sky]

That little mud monkey seems like real handful! This is a cute story, really funny. It's going to be an interesting time watching their relationship develop.

[hondos]

WOW!!! This fic soooo rocks.I love it.Its very unique and different.I is just amazing.It really is.
More soon I hope.
I love Willow in it.Shes soooo cute.
Thank Rosemary


ETA...The color causes owie to my eyes though LOL LOL I have to read it of board.Its not your fault, im just sensitive to color.

[Halo]

Hello!

This is really, REALLY funny. And original. And an unusual situation for our girls! I like it!

Are we going to see other little devils, named Xander and Buffy perhaps?
Willow's POV should be very interesting too!

My social life died at the sound of her voice. “ TARA !” she squealed as she tackled me down.

Good luck with this one, little Tara!
Looking forward to your next update!

[MsKittyB]

Ahh, yes... This story's really cute and for some reason I cant stop giggling .

Because I didn’t want to be kicked around, that’s why. I still had enough sense at age seven to know that Willow Anne Rosenberg was dangerous.

Poor Tara, she's stuck with the 'red mud monkey' at home and at school . Please continue I cant wait to read Willow's POV.

[nothingtosay]

one big Response/s: (in my case very short.)

Willow's POV will come right after Tara's but you have to wait for Tara to finish ranting.
yes, more btvs characters will appear in the story.

HERE YA GO! ENJOY!
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PG-13(fluff, extreme fluff)

An AU fic. No demons/vampires/slayers/witches. Where people could like who they liked without being ostracized for standing out.

Disclaimer: Characters are not mine and so does the plot for the story, I have altered the story to fit W-T in the scene, based(literally) from [spoiler]Wendelin Van Draanen's Flipped.[/spoiler]

Note:
Tara's POV will be in green and Willow's in blue
Hope you enjoy it.

Feedback: No holds bar.

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Chapter 3

My social life died at the sound of her voice. “TARA!” she squealed as she tackled me down.

“You’re here. I mean of all the possible schools and classrooms you could have been I you’re here with me in Mrs. Carlson’s class. Oooh we can have so much fun together, I can show you all the neat stuff in here were Mrs. Carlson keeps her crayons, papers, scissors, glues and the class pet! You have to meet Chippy, I know it’s a weird name for a hamster but he makes this cute sound when I give him peanuts he goes chip chip chip..hence Chi-

Before she could add another word. Mrs. Carlson pulled us apart and softly explained to me that there was no need to panic as it wasn’t an attack , merely a *BIG AIR QUOTES* welcome hug , boy if that was a hug, I didn’t want to stick around at recess to play dodge ball with her.

I was branded for life, “Where’s your girlfriend Tara?” “Are you married yet?” “I hear you live in the same house already, way to go Tara!” They jeered at me. Worse when she chased me around during recess one time, when I skinned my knee while playing at the swing, to lay kisses on my ouchies and make them feel better, except it didn’t. And before I knew what was happening the whole school started singing “Tara and Willow sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G….”

For lack of better description, my first year in town was a catastrophe.

Fifth grade wasn’t any different, she was still on to me, and every time I turned a corner she was there. Once seventh grade came in I had to do something.

The plan brewed slowly-the more I played with the idea, the more I thought what better way to ward her off? And it was way better than the direct approach, it clearly screamed “Willow you are not my type.”

And with the in mind, I asked Cordelia Chase out.

Cordelia Chase was nice and friendly albeit a bit talkative with much hair on her head. What’s not to like? But Willow hated her, always has been, though it beats me why.

Anytime Willow was around all I had to do was be within a close proximity of Cordelia and everything just fell in to place. What happened was Cordelia took things way too seriously, going around telling everybody –including Willow - that we were in love.

And in no time the two girls got in some catfight. While Cordelia was recovering from the battle, my best friend Xander –who by the was the mastermind of this plan-told her the real reason I asked her out.

He’d deny that it was him who told her, but I learned since then that his bravado would falter away by the sight of crying girls.

Cordelia cried for days, following me around like a the rain, I didn’t know which was worse, having her crying all over school and make me feel like a jerk for using her or Willow doing goo-goo eyes all over me again.

Willow Rosenberg was the kind of know it all, who hurts the class average with her perfection. Her hand always the first one up even when the questions aren’t finish yet, her projects were used as weapons against the class; Teachers always held up her project and say, “This is a what I expect from everyone of you, definitely an A+ work.”

I swear she her term for failing, is an 80 on geography. Come on! I mean who in grade eight would know why Iceland is covered with grass and Greenland covered with snow?

Eighth grade, I couldn’t say whether things improved or not, cause for the life of me, I could remember sniffing. And I blame it all on Mr. Lee’s obsessive compulsion to have thing in order and his freakish interest with feng shui.

Like moving kids around and putting them in random seats would actually cause each students to spill forth an insurmountable fountain of knowledge. I would rather have Xander sit next to me than the all-mighty-knowing-Willow. Yes, that evil, short, almost and bald-head Mr. Lee sat me right next to the worse person ever.

But as I soon realized, all good things happen to everyone and Willow’s annoying knowledge for all subjects came in handy. You wouldn’t believe the numbers of answers I snagged from her, I started getting A’s and B’s on everything. And for the first time, I didn’t mind that Willow was next to me.

That damn saying; all good things must come to pass haunted me. Mr. Lee threw a whole new ball in my court, once the ruckus died down, I saw myself sitting in front of Willow Rosenberg.

My grades took a dive since I couldn’t see her answers anymore, but that wasn’t the worst part yet. The worst was when the sniffing began.

The red monkey would lean forward and sniff my hair, I tried back-kicking, scooting my chair forward none of that worked, she’d just lean further in or scoot forward and sniff-sniff-sniff. I couldn't understand how she could be so sly in doing that, my theory was because her tails had eyes.

And one time during a test, in the middle of her sniffing my hair, she notices that I wrote the wrong answer. Lots of wrong answers, and suddenly the sniffing stops and the whispering began.

At first I couldn’t believe it. Willow Rosenberg , cheating?! Sure enough , here she was. Singing the answers to me, right in my ear. Her hot breath tickling my ear and sending goose bumps all over my body.

Guilt would wash me over every time I see my test marks.How can you tell someone to buzz off when owe them? Indebted to her? I counted on her to tell me the answers.

I spent my eighth grade somewhere in between uncomfortable and unhappy, surely once ninth grade came in things would change.

I mean come on, high school is a big place, different classes with lots of people, different people. A world of people away from Willow Anne Rosenberg.

It was finally. finally over.

[MsKittyB]

DIBS!

I mean come on, high school is a big place, different classes with lots of people, different people. A world of people away from Willow Anne Rosenberg.

I dont think so. Willow's going to be right there waiting for her. Now that there in high school... feeling's might start to develop. Is Oz going to be in this story?! So Tara dated Cordilia just to get Willow off her back damn low blow. Well I enjoyed this update and I cant wait for the next

[nothingtosay]

PG-13(fluff, extreme fluff)

An AU fic. No demons/vampires/slayers/witches. Where people could like who they liked without being ostracized for standing out.

Disclaimer: Characters are not mine and so does the plot for the story, I have altered the story to fit W-T in the scene, based(literally) from [spoiler]Wendelin Van Draanen's Flipped.[/spoiler]

Note:
Tara's POV will be in green and Willow's in blue
Hope you enjoy it.

Feedback: Yes please!
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Chapter 4

The first time I saw Tara Maclay, I flipped. Honestly one look at her and I became a mad woman. It’s her eyes, something about her eyes. They’re blue; almost sky blue with a hint of silver. Absolutely breathtaking.

I’ve learned long ago to hide my feelings, but oh…those first days, those first years! I thought I would die from wanting to be near her.

It all started the summer before second grade started, when Giles- my adoptive father- told me that a family with a kid my age would be moving into the new house right across the street.

Soccer camp ended early and I was bored, nobody in the neighborhood would play with, don’t get me wrong there were plenty of kids, but all of them were older than me. And that was just fine for my brothers, not me who was left all alone at home. With Jenny that is.

The danger of staying at home with mom was that, every so often, she’d look up from her computer and see me playing soccer inside the house and order me out the house, or worse. Clean the house. And cleaning the house is not my ideal summer activity.

When the Maclay’s moving van finally arrived, the family was happy that “lil Will” would finally have a playmate. Being the sensible adult that Giles was, he had instructed me to give them at least a day to get use to Sunnydale, “Give them a chance to stretch out their legs.” And Jenny wouldn’t even let me out to watch them, “Willow sweetie, I know how your mind operates, somehow the ball will accidentally go to their yard and you just retrieve it.”

I contended myself with watching them from the living room window and I’d ask every other minute, “Could I go now?” another minute passed, “How about now?” and she’d say, “Give them a little while longer would you?”

Then the phone rang. After I few minutes, I asked again this time she nodded and whispered, “But take it easy, Ill be out in a minute.” Then she rumpled my hair as I hugged her and bolted to the door.

As I ran across the street I slowly stopped and try to appear civilized, nearing the moving van. I stood there, frozen and rigid for what felt like a millennia, which was so hard since there she was. Tara, my sure-to-be-soon best friend.

She wasn’t doing anything, just hanging back and watching her father move boxes onto the lift gate. I remember feeling sorry for Mr. Maclay moving all those boxes by himself, he looked worn out. I also remember noticing that he and Tara were wearing matching turquoise polo shirts, which I thought was cute. Really cute on her.

When i thought it was long enough of silence, I yelled out “HI!” into the van. This made Tara jump up like a cat that had its tail stepped on, she suddenly started pushing boxes like she had been working with him all along.

I could tell that Tara was feeling slightly guilty that she was supposed to be moving boxes, but I could tell she was sick of it. I mean she probably had been moving boxes for days and days. Concluding that she needed a rest and at least some juice or something sickly sweet to munch on.

It was also easy to see that Mr. Maclay wasn’t gonna let up on Tara anytime soon, he’s work her dead. Dead before he had the chance to move in and play with me!
The tragedy of it moved me to go inside the truck and help her! Save her!

When I got to her side, she moved aside to let me take over the pushing. My best friend was so exhausted! Even though Mr. Maclay didn’t want me to help, I wanted to save her from his savage child labor. And I could tell that he knew I was on to him because he sent Tara to help her mother unpack things inside the house.

I chased Tara up their walkway, and that’s when everything changed.

I caught up to her and grabbed her arm to tell her we could play a while before they exhausted her to death, the next thing I knew she was holding my hands and looking at me right into my eyes.

My heart stopped. In fact I was sure that the world stopped along with me. I couldn’t hear anything, my surroundings blurred only she was the clear thing I could see. I felt like headed, like I could float in midair and the only thing holding me down was her. Her hands, her eyes; are connecting me by some invisible force, holding me down while the rest of the world swirls and twirls and falls completely away.

I almost got my first kiss that day. I’m sure of it. Suddenly like some great cosmic joke, her mother came out the front door.

She was so embarrassed her face matched my hair, and ran inside to hide in the bathroom.



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yes oz will, somewhere along the story.

[JujuDeRoussie]

Helo

What a cute story! And so funny. Poor Willow though, she is soooo wrong! LOL

I can't wait to read her POV about school and.. Cordelia Chase! Lol

Realy nice fic

Friendly,

Julia

[MsKittyB]

Poor Willow. Only if she knew that she's udderly wrong I cant wait to hear her POV through-out school.

[Guest]

Golly, Willow's POV is partly hilarious and partly howlarious . I am feeling slightly sorry for this little girl unless you are thinking of turning over the tables once they are in High School or will Tara warm up to her as from University? Cutely delivered thoughts in any case ^^

Anticipating more POVs with heightened interest,
Vi'

[nothingtosay]

Happy Valentines Day people!

thanks for reading my story guys! here you go.

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PG-13(fluff, extreme fluff)

An AU fic. No demons/vampires/slayers/witches. Where people could like who they liked without being ostracized for standing out.

Disclaimer: Characters are not mine and so does the plot fior the story, I have altered the story to fit W-T in the scene, based(literally) from [spoiler]Wendelin Van Draanen's Flipped.[/spoiler]

Note:
Tara's POV will be in green and Willow's in blue
Hope you enjoy it.

Feedback: Yes please!
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Chapter 5




I was waiting for her to come out, when Donnie- her brother- saw me in the hallway. He looked big and mature to me, and since he wanted to know what was going on, I told him what had happened. As he wiggled the bathroom door and started teasing Tara, I knew I shouldn’t have told him. “Hey baby sis! Whatsamatter wit ya? There’s a smoking redhead waiting out here for you!” He called through the door.


It was so embarrassing I had to yank his arm away from the doorknob and tell him off; when he wouldn’t let up I decided to finally leave.


I found my mom outside talking to Mrs. Maclay, mom had given her the beautiful lemon bundt cake I had helped her bake for our dessert that night. The powdered sugar looked soft and white, and the cake was still warm, wafting the scent of sweet lemons. My mouth was watering just by looking at it! But it was already in Mrs. Maclay’s hands, and I knew there would be no getting back on the sugary-goodness-cake.


After they had both discussed where the good grocery stores were and about the weather forecast, mom and I went home.


It was a very strange day. I hadn’t gotten to play with Tara at all. But I did find out that she had the most dazzling blue eyes, that she had a brother who could not be trusted and that she had almost kissed me.


I fell asleep that night thinking about the kiss that might have been. What did a kiss feel like anyway? Surely it was different from how James and Matt would kiss me if they wanted me out their room –cause it was really really icky- or the ones I got from Mom or Dad at bedtime. The same species maybe, but a radically different beast to be sure.


Looking back at second grade, it might be partly due to scientific curiosity that made me chase after that kiss, but to be honest, it was probably more due to those blue eyes of hers. I couldn’t stop myself from following her around, sitting by her, and from wanting to be near her.

By fourth grade I had learned to control myself. The sight of her- the mere thought of her- still sent my heart humming, but my legs didn’t go after her anymore. I just watched and thought and dreamt.

Then Cordelia Chase happened.
Cordelia Chase is – quoting from Giles- daft. A whinny, gossipy, backstabbing cow who says one thing to another person and opposite to the other. Now that we’re in high school she’s the baby queen, the second hottest to Lara who’s the cutthroat evil queen of the Seniors.


She’s such a great actress to boot, especially on Gym classes, I never once saw her run laps, or even clean up after the class. Instead she would go into her ”delicate” act, claiming her body would absolutely collapse from the strain if she ran, jumped or stretched. It worked. Every year. She’d just bring a note and BAM! The teachers would excuse her, but not during the first few days of school, then after 2 weeks she was free to not sweat like a pig. I’m pretty sure the only muscles that she got to exercise those days where the ones around her mouth. God, could that girl talk. I know I babble, but whoa! Talk much!? If there was an Olympic event for talking, Chase would win hands down. A gold and silver, for her upper and lower lip.

What bugged me about her wasn’t her laziness about sport, it was her hair, and she had a mountain of it. She’d come to school everyday with a different style, sometimes it was clipped or beaded, twisted this way and that. Her hair could rival Cousin It!

My solution was to ignore her, and ignore her I did that was until halfway through seventh grade when I saw her holding hands with Tara. Tara Maclay.


My Tara.


The one who was embarrassed over holding my hands before second grade, the one who was too shy to even say hello to me. And who was walking around town with my first kiss.

How could Cordelia have wormed her hands into hers?! That pushy prima donna had no business hanging with her like that!

I knew that Tara was forced to be with Cordelia,she would look over her shoulder from time to time as they walked, she was looking at me. Silently apologizing to me, for her having to hold Cordelia's hands instead of mine and that she wasn’t liking it as much as I did. Then it dawned on me- she needed my help again. Cordelia would have made a fuss if Tara broke up with her, and Tara was too good a person to do that.

I didn’t even bother to checking for new candidates to replace Tara- I had her off Tara in 2 seconds flat.

Tara ran away as soon as Cordelia let go, but Mcfluffy didn’t. And boy was I ready for anything. She came at me, scratching, pulling and twisting anything she got her hands on, telling me that Tara was hers and there was no way that she was letting her go.

How’s that for a porcelain doll. Delicate my butt!

The time a herd of teachers came, I had Cousin It on a headlock, and her arm twisted in a hammerlock, and no amount of her yapping was going to make me unlock her until a teacher came. Growing up with older twin brothers taught me a thing or two about fighting.

In the end, Fluffy got sent home with a bad case of mussed-up hair, while I got an earful from Mr. Shultz-our principal.

Cordelia was back the next day. And of course got everybody whispering about me, but I didn’t care. I was just glad Tara wasn’t anywhere near her anymore, the rest of the year.

That’s not to say that Tara held my hand after that, but she did start being a little friendlier to me, especially in eighth grade, after Mr. Lee sat us right next to each other in the third row back.

It was nice. She was nice. She’d say “h-Hi Will” every morning and once I caught her looking my way. She’d blush and go back to what she was doing , and I couldn’t help but smile. She was so shy. And soo cute! We talked a lot too, after Mr. Lee did another rotation of the class and moved me behind her.

Mr. Lee has a detention policy regarding his quizzes.

If you get more than 12 wrongs in a 30 item quiz, you had to spend lunch time with him study, then recite the question and answers over and over again.

The pressure of detention must have gotten to Tara, and caused her to panic. And even though it bothered my conscience, I’d lean in and whisper the answers to her, hoping that I could spend lunch with her instead.

Her hair smelled sweet and lemon-like, and her earlobes had fuzz. Soft, blond fuzz.

I wondered what was that about, what was it doing there, anyway? I checked my earlobes in the mirror but couldn’t find much of anything on them, and I didn’t spot anything on other people either.

I thought about asking Mom or Dad about earlobe fuzz when they’d come in to bid me good night, but I didn’t. Instead I spent the year whispering words, sniffing Tara’s golden hair and wondering when will I ever get my first kiss.

[Zampsa1975]

Yay for another update-y goodness... I hope that Willow gets her first kiss from Tara soon... must ensue...

[JujuDeRoussie]

She is too cute for words.

[thiswomanswork]

Wow... I think the cuteness of this fic just knocked me over! I love it, absolutely love it.

[love_2003]

I think this is the cutest story ever. I hope Willow does get her first kiss soon and I hope that it comes from Tara.

[Guest]

Your omniscient form of POV writing indulges in a form of voyeurism that is harmless and too cute for words. Funny how Willow's experiences differ so much from that of Tara's – it's so reminiscent of childhood days and I have difficulties in choosing a favourite character point of view. I'm liking how you have decided to explore this love. It's such good writing.

Good luck for that first kiss Will!

[MsKittyB]

Willow is absolutely adorable!! I hope Tara gives her her first smoochie

[whatmakesyouhappy]

Great story hope you don't leave us hanging for to long, I want to know if Tara is up to giving Willow her first Everybody knows it should be Tara!!

[nothingtosay]

sorry not an update..

just letting you guys know that im a little busy this week, and hopefully i'll have an update in a weeks time from this first msge.

im totally slacking on my updating duties i know..

and again i must reiterate that i have totally based this story from a book that i've read with a few tweaks...and flattered with what you said nimloth but credit goes to the author of the book i've based it from or rather ripped.

and the kiss....well both characters have a long way to go before the much awaited kiss.
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NOTE:
Well shoot me now, I'm such a procrastinator that instead of doing my project I made a mini sub-chapter for my story. Hope you guys like it.
It’s kind of a share dream between our favourite teenagers.
You can choose to read this or not, it won’t affect the story. I think.
Got the idea from here

Chapter 5b

Its Prom night and I’m here. I don’t even know why I’m here.
Oh, I know cause Matt and James' playing and they promised to dance with me that’s why. God this is so boring I wish I said yes to helping them backstage.

The music stopped playing long ago yet everyone's still dancing as if hearing a perpetual slow song that's playing. Couples dancing to an imagined beat, two bodies swaying as one.

Suddenly an electric guitar breaks the silence of the room.
Then that voice, that voice.

I look to the stage but can’t see the figure singing due to the glares of the lights that are now pointed toward the audience, as if to veil the singer’s identity from the audience.

But I know that voice.

That melodious voice.

Come a little closer
Flicker in flight

The singer slowly comes down the stage. walking towards my way. To me. The spot lights cross over, momentarily blinding me from viewing who it is that’s coming.I see a figure of a woman.

yet that voice I should know who this is.

We’ll have about an inch a space
But I'm here I can breathe in
What you breathe out

She stops in front of me, the spotlight now focusing on us.

It’s Tara.

She reaches out her hand, as I hesitantly take hers, pulling me in a warm embrace. We start dancing. As every one suddenly vanished and it is only the two of us at the dim dance floor.

Let me know if I'm doing this right
Let me know if my grip's too tight
Let me know if I can stay all of my life
Let me know if dreams can come true
Let me know if this one's yours to

Looking up to lock gazes with sky blue eyes, her eyes are watery. Like tears are gonna spill anytime soon, for whatever the cause I have yet to know.

Cause I see it
And I feel it, right here

Tara’s still clutching my hand, the same one I reached out to her.
She places it in between her breast. Right where her heart is beating.

And I feel you right here
The vacuous night
Steps aside to give meaning
To Gemini’s dreaming
The moon on it's back
And the seemingly
Veiled room's lit
By the same star

Let me know if I'm doing this right
Let me know if my grip's too tight
Let me know if I can stay all of my life
Let me know if dreams can come true
Let me know if this one's yours to
Cause I see it.
And I feel it, right here
And I feel you right here

She leans in to me, as if to whisper a secret.
Or at least I think she’s gonna tell me something. but that’s gonna be impossible cause she’s singing.
Her face a mere millimetres away from mine, if she’s gonna tell me something why is she moving to my lips?

And I feel it right here
And I feel you right here..

Oh my God! What is she doing? Why is she leaning in? She isn’t. Is she?
She’s gonna kiss me? Oh my God! Oh my God! Oh my God! Oh my G-

-OD!” a redhead shouted as she bolted up to a sitting position, suddenly awake from a dream. “It was only a dream” she muttered. Scratching her head, she dejectedly sighs and tries to find her sleep once again. Hoping that she’ll be able to continue the dream that she just had, though she knows better she read way back then that a dream can’t be re-dreamt.

[c]=======meanwhile, across the street=======[/c]

And I feel it right here
And I feel you right here..

Feeling those soft lips slightly pressed against hers, she leans in for more. THUD!

“Ow..”

Tara uses her left elbow and right hand to steady herself, then stands while rubbing her nose. “Why is my bed as high as my hips anyway, I could have broken my head or something when I fell.” Spying the duvet on the floor where she might have kicked it off, she grabs it and covers herself. Thinking about the dream, as she waits for sleep to come once again.
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ok, thats definitely mine, criticize away.

[Guest]

Procrastinator-Updater, it's cool to be digging into your pool of ideas .
That was a good shot for a dream sequence – sounds very much high school but then that's what was needed to set the beat into context. I wonder what you really had in mind for Tara's kiss in her dream? While reading it, I felt there was a kind of personal refusal to distinguish between night-dreaming living and day-dreaming living...and it adds some spice to the timeline of their personal story.

Still loving your AU fic ^^

[iloveamber]

this story REALLY needs an update..please???

[player_4_life]

There hasnt been an update since Februrary?! Thats a crime. I hope it gets updated.

[EvilKittycatofdoom]

willows so cute. How can Tara resist her willow cuteness?

[nothingtosay]

SORRY SORRY! i know it was a long hiatus...thanks to people who waited for my update.

without futher ado...enjoy.
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Chapter 6

Highschool wasn’t the only big change that happened to me, Granma Lilian came to live with us. At first it was weird having her there, because none of us really knew her well except for Mom and Dad probably, and sure there was the occasional birthday cards and such were exchanged
aside from that nada.

She’s spent half the year with us already but the only thing that I know about her is, she can stare for hours. Staring specifically right at the window facing Willow Rosenberg’s house. Urgh.

Okay, maybe she also likes to spend half her time playing solitaire, I didn’t even know you could play that game manually! Maybe sometimes cook outrage meals, that would leave anyone stuffed like pigs. And read the newspaper, watch the news, water the plants, but those are just distractions you know. Overall she would spend the majority of her time staring out the front-room window until she fell asleep on her rocking chair.
I asked Mom why she does that, she says that Granma does that because she misses her husband, who died 20 years ago- she’s 48 that’s along time to grieve. Not that she’d ever talk to me or something, in fact the very first time that she ever acknowledged my presence was about 4 days ago, when she saw Willow on the news.

Now Willow didn’t get on air for plugging her finger at the towns water supply, or for being an Einstein. No, my friends she got the spotlight because she refused to come down a tree. A Willow Tree to be in fact, how vain could you get? I mean getting named after a tree is one thing but saving every other living thing similarly named as you is just plain vanity.

So this tree was up the hill along Leslie Street, and it was massive. Think shrub only gigantasized, it was probably 10 feet tall, gnarly, insect-infested branches, with leaves dangling down and bent. I kept expecting the wind to knock it over.

One day last year, I’ve had enough of her gabbing on about it, that stupid Willow Tree. I came right out and told her the truth, that it wasn’t a magnificent tree, in fact it was so ugly guinness world records even claimed it was the ugliest tree known to man. And you know what she said? She said that I should probably get my eyes checked.
Me? Visually challenged? I think not, this coming from the girl who’s house was the scourge of the neighborhood. They’ve got bushes growing over windows, weeds sticking out from nowhere and a barnyard’s worth of animals. I think Ol McDonald would like to have his dogs, cats, chickens and snakes back. Honest to goodness, her brothers own a snake, a boa constrictor.

My brother dragged me to their house to see “something cool”. They held the vermin by its tail and gulped the boa swallowed it whole, it was a red-beady eyed, white mouse. That snake gave me nightmares for a month.

Back to what I was saying, normally I wouldn’t care about anybody else’s yard, but the Giles’ yard bugged my father big time! And he channeled his frustrations into [i[our[/i] yard. Something about it was up to us to show our poorly adapted neighbor what a “proper” yard should look. Where were did I come in to this formula? I was made to mow the lawn, sweep the walkways and gutters which if you asked me was a little going overboard.

So whatever, I was forced to do yard work, anyway I remember back in the third and fourth grades she used to climb that tree along with her brothers, peeling chunks of barks off so they could slide down the crook of its trunk. It seemed like they were playing in it whenever Mom and me would pass by that street. That red monkey would be swinging from branch to branch; it was like she had not one slightest clue that if she fell from that tree every bone in her body would break. Then again, it was rare for a monkey to fall down a tree.

My mom would shake her head and say, “Don’t you ever climb that tree like that do you hear me? I never want to see you doing that! You either Donnie. Its to dangerous.”

To which my brother would reply, “Don’t worry, you’ll never see me doing that.” While I would just slide lower on my seat and pray to all the Gods and Goddesses that the light turn green before Willow notices me and shout my name for the whole world to hear.

But I did try to climb that tree once in fifth grade, not for the sheer fun of it but for necessity. The kid I was babysitting for, that afternoon, had his kite stuck up that tree. She came along and rescued the kite for me, she climbed miles and miles up to get it, and when she came down, she was very cool about it. I was afraid that she’d hold the kite hostage and stick her lips out and ask for a kiss, instead she handed it right away and zoomed away before I had the chance to thank her.

Then junior high started and my dreams of a Willow-free world had shattered. I had to take a bus and you-know-who did too. Though there was about eight other kids who could create a buffer zone between me and her, it was no comfort zone for me. She’d always find a hole in my buffer and tried to stand beside me, or talk to me, or in some other way to mortify me.

And then she started climbing again, jeez she was in seventh grade already. And why was she doing it? To give a blow by blow traffic report on when the bus would arrive, just great, what every seventh grade kid needs to hear first thing in the morning. She even tried to cajole me in to climbing. Yeah right, I could just hear it: “Tara and Willow sitting in tree….” When will I ever leave second grade?!

One morning I was specifically not looking up when out of nowhere she swings down from branch and nearly knocks me down. That monkey nearly gave me HEART ATTACK! That was it, the last straw, I refuse to wait with that maniac monkey on the loose. I started leaving the house at the very last minute, making up my own waiting spot.
No Willow = No Problem.

Until about a few months ago, when I heard a commotion up the hill and could see some trucks and bulldozers parked up on Leslie Street where the bus usually pulls in. There were some men dresses in yellow shirts and hard hats shouting at Willow, who was of course 5 foot high up in the air.

Walking up the hill as fast as I could I saw that as I came closer these men were holding, and figured out what was making her refuse to come down.

Chainsaws

Don’t get me wrong. That tree was butt-ugly and the girl arguing against these men was Willow Rosenberg- the worlds peskiest, bossiest and don’t-tell-me-i-cant person. And my stomach does this funny thing. Willow loves this tree. Stupid idea as it was she loves that tree, and cutting it down would be like cutting her heart out.

Everyone tried to talk her out of it. Including me. And if those men hadn’t formed a human chain around her and that tree I would have climbed it and dragged her by her tail down. For a second I considered it, then the bus arrived and I talked myself out of it. It wasn’t my tree or hers either.
We boarded the bus and left her behind, school was a waste. I couldn’t stop thinking about her. Was she still up there? Had she eaten? Was she cold? Were they going to arrest her?

When the bus dropped us off that afternoon, I was the first one out of it. But half of the tree was gone and so was Willow. The top branches, the place my kite had been stuck, her favorite perch- all gone.

I watched them work for a little while, chainsaws gunning at full throttle, smoking as they chewed through the wood. It was like watching someone dismember a body, and for the first time in ages, I felt like crying. Crying for Willow’s lost. I had to get out of there. It was messing with my head. Me crying over a stupid tree that I hated so much.
I went home and tried to shake it off, but I kept wondering the what-if scenarios.

I thought about calling Willow but I didn’t, It seemed you know. Weird.

She didn’t show up at the bus stop the next morning and didn’t ride the bus home either.

Then that night Granma called me into the front room, before dinner. She actually didn’t call me, more like ask my mom to go talk to her. When I asked her about it, “I don’t know what its about honey” she added, “maybe she’s ready to get to know you a lot more better.”

Great. She had a year and a half to get acquainted and she chooses now to get to know me. Not that I could blow her off, she lives at the same place I do.

My grandmother’s a chubby woman with white-streaked blonde hair. When I went to see her, her hands were woven together, resting on a newspaper in her lap.
I said, ”Granma?You wanted to see me?”
“Have a seat dear.”

Dear? Half the time she didn’t seem to know who I was, and suddenly I was dear? I sat in the chair opposite her and waited.

“Tell me about your friend Willow Rosenberg.”
“Willow?... She’s not exactly my friend”
“Why is that?” she asked calmly. Like she had prior knowledge of that girl.
I started to justify it, then stopped myself and asked, “Why do you want to know?”

She opened the paper and pressed down on the crease, and that’s when I realized that Willow had not only made it on tv but also the front page of Sunnydale Times. There was a huge picture of her in the tree, surrounded by fire brigade and policemen, and then some smaller photos I couldn’t make out.

“Can I see that?”
She folded it but didn’t hand it over. “Why aren’t you friends with her, Tara?
“Because… She’s …” I drew a blank! There was so many things to say about her, annoying monkey, know-it-all, bothersome. Instead I shook my head and said, “You’d have to know Willow.”

“I’d like to.”
“What! Why?”
“Because that girl has iron back bone. Why don’t you invite her over for dinner some time and I’ll cook one of my famous lasagnas”
An iron back bone? That’s one way to describe her. “No! Granma, she’s been stalking me since grade two.”

“Is that so” She frowned, then looked out the window and asked, “They’ve lived there that long?”
“I think they were all born there!”
She frowned some more, if it were anymore possible, before he looked back at me and said, “A person like that doesn’t live right next door to anyone, you know.”

“Lucky them! Cause I’ve had enough of her im-an-exception-to the-rule attitude, and she’s pushy beyond belief!”

She studied me long and hard with those piercing grey eyes that she had, it was uncomfortable- I had to look away.
This is our first real conversation aside from “Could you please pass the salt Tara?” and what does she want to know? Everything about Willow, what about me, her grandchild? Though I wanted so much to stand up and leave, I couldn’t. I knew if I were to leave now, she’d stop talking to me, even about passing the salt.

So I sat there, feeling tortured and conflicted. Had I done something wrong? Was she mad at me?

When I finally looked up, she was holding out the newspaper to me. “Read this,” she said. “Without prejudice.”

I took it and she went back to looking out the window- I had been dismissed.

By the time I got to my room, I was fuming mad. I slammed my bedroom door and flopped down on my bed, and after sulking about it, I shoved the newspaper in the bottom drawer of my desk. Like I needed to know anymore about that tree-climbing-monkey.

I was planning on calling my good friend Xander like I usually do when I’m upset about something, but I don’t know, I just didn’t feel like talking about Willow.

And later when my mom went it to ask about what me and my grandmother had talked about, I faked sleeping. I haven’t done that in years. The whole night was weird like that. I just felt like being left alone.

Willow wasn’t at the bus stop the next day, or the day after that. It was like she wasn’t there anymore unless you really looked. She was at school but she just sat there. Quietly.

I told myself that I should be glad, it was like she wasn’t there- and isn’t that what I’d always wanted? But still I felt bad. About her tree, about how her eyes were red from crying, how she’d hurry off to eat by herself at the library at lunch. I wanted to say, “Im sorry about the Willow tree”, but those words never seemed to come out.

By the middle of next week, they had finished taking out the rest of the tree, they cleared the lot except for that persistent stump that had to be sanded down.

Willow still hadn’t showed up at the bus stop, and by the end of the week. I found out from Xander that she was riding her bike to school. I figured she’d be back. It was a long ride out to school, and once she got over the tree, she’d start riding the bus again. I even caught myself looking for her, not on the look out, just looking.

It was raining hard one day and I thought for sure that she’d ride the bus, but no. Xander said he saw her chaining her rusted 10-speed, donning a bright yellow poncho. And in math class, I saw her pants were soaked from the knees down.

Once class was over, I started to chase after her to tell her that she ought to try riding the bus again,"Willow Hi!"
she stared at me. “Erm.." I caught myself in the nick of time." Your pants is wet, you should get that dried up or you’ll catch a cold.” and I ran like hell to the opposite side of the hall. WHAT WAS I THINKING?

After all the last thing I needed was for Willow Rosenberg to think I missed her.

[jay/wt4evr]

I caught up with this story...awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!!!!

[Zampsa1975]

Yay for great update-y goodness... Good that Tara is finally starting to open her eyes to Willow goodness...