Willow�s last class of the day had finished at 4. Now, one and a half hours later, she was standing in front of her closet, wrapped in a fluffy white towel, surrounded by various items of clothing which were scattered (in a random but organised manner) around the room. Every aspect of her forthcoming date with Tara was planned to perfection in her head, except for what she would wear.
�Great, I know where we�re going; what time; what we�re gonna talk about; how often I�m gonna want to just, kiss her.� A sweet little grin accompanied this thought. �But I neglected to plan clothing. What, were you just planning on going naked Rosenberg? Oh yeah, that�d make an impression. Okay, clothes for a date, I can do this, I�ve been on dates. That�s true, but I�ve only been on dates with Oz, who, lets face it, thought I looked hot in an Eskimo suit. Plus, this is a date with a girl; I�ve never been on a date with a girl before.�
At this point Buffy walked in the room. Seeing her best friend staring into space in much the same position as she had been almost half an hour ago, the slayer decided to quiz the redhead.
�Err, Will? Have you moved in the last half hour?�
�What? Oh, yes, yes I have. I moved to my closet, took clothes out, put the clothes on the right pile, and then came back to here. In fact, I�ve done that several times since you went out. Oh look, you got drinks.�
Willow then proved that she could indeed move as she walked over to Buffy and took one of the cups from the blonde.
�Mmm, mocha. Nothing bad about mochas, all that mocha goodness. Definitely all good, and sweet tasting. Yep, mocha equals good.�
�Well that�s good then. Are you sure you need caffeine though? You seem kinda, nervous or edgy.�
�Edgy? I�m not edgy and I�m certainly not nervous. There�s absolutely nothing at all for me to be edgy or nervous about. Nope, no siree, no nerves and no edginess.�
�O-kay. You wanna tell me why you�re being all weird then?�
�Weird? Me? I�m just picking out clothes, like people do when they�re getting dressed. It�s all perfectly normal, nothing weird about it.�
�True, but I�ve never known you agonise over what you should wear, like ever. If I didn�t know better I�d swear you were getting ready for a date.�
At Willow�s silence and the �uh oh, busted� look on the wiccans� face, Buffy realised that she�d hit the nail right on the head.
�Oh my god! You have a date. Why didn�t you tell me? Come on Will, I need details. Where are you going? Who is he? Do I know him? Is he in one of your classes?�
�Erm, okay. Yes I have a date, we�re going for coffee, then to see a movie and we may go to the Bronze afterwards. And yes you do know them.�
�So, spill. Who�s the lucky guy?�
�Well you see, it�s not, erm. Okay, Buffy I have something to tell you, why don�t you sit down?�
�Sit down? Okay what�s going on Will, you�re kinda freaking me out a little here?�
�Just, sit, okay?�
Reluctantly the slayer sat at the end of her bed and Willow sat opposite on the end of her own bed.
�Okay, here goes. You see the thing is, this date, it�s not with a guy.�
�O-kay.� Was Buffy�s only response, it was coupled with a blank stare. Clearly the slayer did not grasp the implications of this revelation.
�Jeez Buff, how slow are you? You really don�t get it? Okay, I guess I�m gonna have to make this a little easier for you.� Willow thought to herself before taking a different approach to get her point across.
�Buffy, do you remember my evil, skanky, kinda gay vamp self?� The blonde nodded so Willow continued. �Well it turns out I do have something in common with her after all, and it�s not the evil, skanky part.�