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Time is a relative kinda thing, ya know? Someone famous said that. Or something like that. I can't remember. Willow would know... But I am soooooo not gonna call her right now. I think she's more excited about this- This what? Thing? Happening? Turn of events? I don't even know what to call it. What do you call the possible impending relationship-age with your best friend's ex-boyfriend? Weirdness. Oddness. Hmmm, Oz-ness?
Okay, that passed a couple of minutes... Where was I? Oh yeah, time. A bigger bitch than Fate. Or Faith even. Okay, that was bad, insensitive, and totally non-PC of me. Not caring right now! No, I'm not. Hairy, ugly, testosterone full moment here. Wanna explore your feminine side? Go talk to my ex. Wanna talk about everyone deserving forgiveness? Go talk to Deadboy. Talk about tea and crumpets? G-man might still be up. And what's the deal with tea anyway? Crumbly leaves that look like dirt. Why yes, I loved my hot water with dirt in it, thank you... And I am *so* losing it.
Oz was suppose to be here at seven. It's a quarter till nine. He's not gonna show. I just know it. Another big joke on the Xan-man! A series of getting my hopes up and having them dashed- No, smashed. Smashed into little smash-ey bit like things. Maybe it wasn't Oz at all. Just a cyber-demon, playing a demon-y trick on me, and next time I go online my computer's gonna try and open the Hellmouth or something.
No. It was Oz. It was *so* Oz. And still- He's not here. And the clock is still ticking. It a digital clock, and still it ticks. That is so weird. Time is relative, and I'm beginning to think it's one of mine... Oh boy, that's really depressing thought.
Time as one of my relatives. My mother even. All sad and draggy, slow motion misery, weighing you down with hopelessness. Strangling the life out of you with promises of better days. Or like my father all loud and fast, knocking the crap out of you for nothing and everything. Bitter regrets and sour thoughts. Ewww. Okay, depressed much?
Oh wow. Deep thoughts by Xander Harris. Deep dark depressing thoughts... I gotta get outta my head, before it implodes or something.
And still no Oz. If it wasn't Oz, I'd think that this was some long drawn out clever plot to punish me for that whole Willow debacle. But that's not Oz. He said he forgave me along time ago. And unlike a lot of people, Oz says what he means. Means what he says even. And says it in a utterly cool way. Man, I got it bad. And he's gonna break my heart if he doesn't show.
We haven't even kissed or dated... Or anything. Just chatted on the computer. He didn't even know it was me. And even then it was *all* that. Just talking. Doing the 'get to know' each other thing. It was nice. It was normal. Cause let's face the facts, I have the *evil* love life track record. Relationships straight from hell, still smoking and everything. Normal is a different kinda place for me. Even though he's a guy. Er, and a werewolf. Okay, maybe not so normal. What the hell am I thinking?
Okay, maybe I was just hoping that he wouldn't pull my still beating heart from chest until after we had a first kiss or something... Oh wow, go me with the graphicness! Scary visual place anyone? And yet, strong sense of dejavu. Er, the heart surgery through the rib cage thing not the kiss-age. Though not sure which is more terror inducing first kiss or still beating heart... Hmmmm.
Okay, he's got ten more minutes. Yeah, I know I said that an hour ago, but this time I mean it. Ten more minutes, then...
Door! Door! Door!
And he's here. Standing in my doorway. All Oz like and wolf-y calm. Am I happy or pissed? Happy. Cause he's here and not road pizza, or worse vamp chow. Pissed. Cause he's two fucking hours late! And just standing there... Smiling. That little cryptic smile of his. Damn. No, must be strong!
"You moved. Didn't know that."
"Oh crap... Excuse me while I slap myself and have a *duh* moment?" And I said that out loud didn't I? Oh look, he's smiling again.
"Good to see you, Xander."
The End for Now