"Willow sweaty, you okay in there?"
"Yeah, I`ll be out in a mo D`"
"Okay sweaty, I`ll be in your room"
Delia went and sat at the desk to wait for Willow. She had a fairly good idea what she wanted to talk to her about. She'd told her about how she felt for Angel about six months ago, Willow had let something slip and then she hadnt let up until she'd given in and told her everything, including the fact that his soul was permenet.
Delia had, had suspicians for a while that Angel felt the same way about Willow as Willow did about Angel, he often spoke about her fondly, and whenever she got an e-mail from her he was always peering over her shoulder trying to nosey in on what she`d been saying, and what she`d been doing. When Oz had broken up with her he`d acted like a giddy school boy,A 246 year old school boy!. He`d proved it today, when he`d found out about Willow he`d gone off the chart ballistic. The things he was saying to her when he`d found her were as close to admitting his feelings as he`d ever come though. It was a shame, if they both felt the same way and the curse was secure why were they avoiding the fact that they were in love with each other?
She could just ignore it and let them get on with it in their own time, they`d almost lost each other, maybe it would give them both a kick start, but she didnt think so, and it would just infurriate her if she had to watch them dance around the truth a minute longer!
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Willow got out the bath and dried herself off carefully, she was sore everywhere, and muscles were acheing she didnt know she had. She dressed in grey sweats and a loose white tee and headed into her room slowly, being cautious not to move too quickly for fear of hurting herself. She lowered herself down on the the bed gingerly and winced as her tee rubbed the cuts on the underside of her breasts. She looked at Delia and took a deep breath.
"Im gonna have to talk to him arent I?"
"Yeah, you are, Willow you nearly died, or you could have done, and you`d have never told him how you feel"
"I know, its just, what if he doesnt want me, or he laughs at me or something. I mean goddess, I love him D, Ive loved him for two years, what if he rejects me. I couldnt take it"
"He wouldnt laugh at you, Angels not like that and you know it. Im pretty sure he feels the same way anyway"
"Yeah, but how can you be sure, I mean he`s mister stoicism, he doesnt show his feelings. Ever!"
"Just trust me okay. He feels the same way"
They carried on chatting for a few minuts and then Delia went back downstairs to tell Angel Willow wanted a word.
While the girls had been chatting upstairs Doyle had confronted his boss about his feelings for the petite redhead.
"Angel, you like her dont you?"
"No..I..Oh for gods sake I cant pretend anymore Doyle, its tearing me up inside, seeing her but not being able to hold her or tell her how I feel. I love her. Im in love with her, have been for a year and a half, what am I going to do?"
"Talk to her man"
"What if she laughs at me, I couldnt take it. I nearly lost her tonight, if we`d been any later..I dont even want to think about it"
"Then tell her, you cant take the chance that something like this happens again and you never told her. It`d be tragic man"
"Right, when Delia comes down I`ll go up, whats the worst that can happen...WAIT..Dont answer that, I dont want to hear it"
He waited and when D came down he walked up, slowly, like he was going to his death, well it could be, if she rejected him him, there`d be no anymore.
He knocked on the door and heard a muffled come in. He gingerly opened the door and there she was sat at her computer, typeing away, he didnt think he`d ever seen anyone look so cute in a pair of grey, way to big sweat pants before.
Willow was chatting to a few online mates when the door knocked, and the subject of her thoughts stubbled in, god he looked fine, she was so nervouse it was unbelievable. They both took deep breaths and started at once..
"Angel I.."
"Willow I"
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