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[bythewillowtree]

I walk down the steps, and look around realizing the whole gang is here. The whole gang minus one, that is. Tara's still waiting for that call from Dawn. I look up at the clock, debating if I should just wait and let Dawn call or go ahead and do it myself

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[isaidquirky]

I wake up early, despite the late night at Buffy's -oh goddess, I mean Dawn's- house, so I've already taken the world's longest shower by the time my phone rings. I'm walking back to my room, still dripping a little, when I hear my phone and rush to grab it before the voicemail picks up. No one ever calls me, so it must be important. Or a telemarketer.

"H-hello?" I stammer, a bit out of breath. The voice on the other end of the line is both a relief and a shock, since it's just Willow, but at the same time, it's Willow.

"Oh, hey Willow. Wow, you're up early. For you, I mean, not being a morning person usually," I cringe at my rambling, "So, uh, what's going on?"

[bythewillowtree]

I sigh. It's normal. Well, as normal as it could be. She's just asking about why I'm awake. Nothing too tough to handle. I mean, we make small talk all the time. It's exactly the same.

"I just kind of, woke up this morning. I mean, I wake up every morning. Just earlier today. There was a big party going on downstairs. Well, of course, if you would call Spike, Xander, and Faith popping by a party."

I want to slap myself. I can't believe the only thing I could muster out was a whole boring ramble. It helps a little that she rambled before me, but it wasn't as long and full of as much useless information as mine.

[isaidquirky]

Her description of the chaos in the Summers house makes me ache a little inside. I miss being a part of that, being right there if anything happens or if anyone needs me. Not that I think I'm all that important.

But it is nice that she remembered to call me.

"Oh, so pretty much everyone is there. Is research starting soon?" This conversation is flowing much better than I'd expected. It almost feels natural. The problem is, I can't figure out if that's a good thing -less awkwardness- or a bad thing -getting over Willow.

I sigh, then catch myself, hoping she didn't hear the slight noise from my exhale. Talk about an awkward explanation.

[bythewillowtree]

"Yeah, the research should be starting soon. Heck, Giles even called us, so there's going to be a full house."

I want to squeal out in happiness. I just managed a whole sentence without a ramble. It had a subject and predicate, but not too many. It didn't make me sound like an idiot. The urge to squeal fills me again.

"Are you planning on meeting us here or at the Magic Box?"

Another one. No rambling. I think I may just burst into song when this phone call is over.