Willow Rosenberg (willowwitch) wrote in extramagicky,
Willow Rosenberg

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Am I being stalked?

I had full intention of just going to the Magic Box and coming home really quickly. Anytime I could avoid with Anya in the shop was really a good thing. I swear, no matter what, Anya finds a way to grate at my last nerve. I know somewhere in her heart still, she believes I'm going to take Xander. Hello, gay now!

So I went there with much trepidation. "Willow, you're here," Anya was counting money behind the cash register. "What do you want? I mean are you here just to wreak havoc again with my shop?"

I rolled my eyes. "No Anya, I'm here to actually do the things you love the most. Which is buy things from you."

She smiled. "Ok. Good, you may carry on then now."

I quirked a brow. "Oh well thanks. I don't need your permission to do anything," I walked over to the shelf that had all the jars of various kinds of herbs and incense.

She walked over to me. "Yes you do in my store. Giles warned me that you might go all magic crazy with the things. I know what you're capable of." I filled up the bag with some herbs.

I turned around. "You know Anya, I really grow tired of this. Why is it such a big deal to you that I'm buying things."

She sighed. "Because you'll do a spell and you'll want to steal Xander!"

I clutched the bag at my side. "You know what, this isn't even worth my time anymore. I don't want Xander! I mean not that Xander's not wantable, in a really wonderful way, but how many times do I have to tell you, GAY NOW!"

She backed away. "Well you don't have to scream it out. I mean being gay is a perfectly valid lifestyle. But you still can't have Xander."

I decided I had enough. "Ok why don't we just stick to what you really like and know which is money and me paying for these things."

I paid for the items and left the store. I couldn't believe all the things I really had to put up with with her.

So on my way home and such and as I was leaving the store I felt this really strange presence. Like I was being watched or something. I walked down the street and I could've felt so many eyes on me. I didn't know if I was being paranoid or what but it was like they were walking in step with me. I turned around and didn't see anyone. It was just the strangest thing ever. Ok maybe not so strange living in Sunnydale but I hurried as fast as I could because if something was really following me I sure as hell didn't want to know what it was.

I opened the front door to our place and put the bags down. "Hey baby, I'm home," I saw Tara playing with Miss Kitty. It was still really good to see Miss Kitty purring instead of pouncing on everyone in a bad way. I came up from behind and put my arms around her. "Miss me?" I whispered in her ears.

She put Miss Kitty down. "Always." She turned around and gave me a soft kiss. "Did you get everything from the shop? I see no blood was shed, which I'm guessing means that you didn't have to kill Anya?" I could see the gleam in Tara's eyes, a mischievous grin. "Oh no blood, but maybe next time. Goddess, I swear, she still thinks I'm going to try to steal Xander."

Tara couldn't help but giggle. "You mean you're not? I for one thought for sure you were and that I would have to run away completely."

"Oh come on Tara, it's so unfair what she says! Come on support gal here, you're supposed to be support girlfriend," I pouted.

"Oh Willow," she lifted my chin. "I was just kidding." She kissed me again. "I'm support girlfriend all the way. Even if that pout is what gets me all the time."

"Dealing with Anya wasn't even the worst part of the whole thing, it was coming home. I thought for sure I was being watched or followed baby. Like maybe I was just being paranoid but really, I don't think I was."
I sat down on our couch.

And then Tara proceeded to tell me about her experience with Mrs. Potter, who I guess we should be calling Gladys. Who knew anyway that our neighbor was actually very crafty. Here I thought she was just some mean old grumpy lady. But I guess now we have to keep a lookout. "Don't worry baby, I won't let anything happen to you. I promise," I reassured her.

"My Willow. My hero," she sat next to me, resting her head on my chest, smiling.

"Well I'm going to protect you, no matter what it is," I leaned down and kissed the top of her head.

She looked up at me and gave me one of those wide smiles. "I might need a lot of that."

"A lot of protecting?"

"No, a lot more kisses." And with that she bit her lip at me. Oh boy. That was it. "I think I can handle that."

And the rest of the afternoon, we kind of found all sorts of interesting things on the couch. Well interesting positions I guess. Hey we have an extra comfy couch!
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