By A.M. Glass
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon, Fox Studios, Mutant Enemy, et al, have something to do with “Buffy The Vampire Slayer”. No copyright infringement is intended or inferred. The story along with any/all original characters are the sole property of the author and can not be used without expressed permission first.
Author’s Note: The lyrics are from a song called: “I’ve Got A Crush On You,” written by George and Ira Gershwin. You can find it on many cd’s, but I’m using the Linda Ronstadt version of the song, which you can find on her “What’s New” cd. Oh... one last thing, Trace (my beta reader), I decided if I could write a song story from Willow P.O.V. How did I do?
How glad the many millions
‘Well, I don’t know about that,’ Willow thought to herself as she listened to her cd. “I couldn’t even get Xander to notice me,” she said out loud, thankful at how things turned out.
‘But you had such persistence,
She laughed softly, she wasn’t sure when it happened, but she was internally grateful that he hadn’t given up.
‘You’re my big and brave
How I won you I will
“Oh... yea,” she sighed, he was handsome, no doubt about that. She picked up the picture she had on her desk and gazed at the figure in it.
‘It’s not that you’re
My heart grew active
She thought her heart had stopped when she first laid eyes on him. ‘Breathe... breathe,’ she had told herself.
‘I’ve got a crush on you,
Nighttime brought forth so many dreams...
Ones she never wanted to end.
It was more than just a simple crush, she knew it...
Knew that he felt the same.
‘I never had the least
That part was true, she had never felt this way before.
She thought she had with Xander, but this was different.
‘Could you coo?
She knew that she would have to wait for that, but not long.
She glanced down to the ring on her finger, she couldn’t believe it when he had proposed.
The whole gang had gone to the mountains, a bit of rest and relaxation,’ he had said.
She had no idea what he had planned, they were waiting to go down the bunny hill when he called to her:
“Yes?” she answered turning in his direction, her breath visible in the air.
She watched as he got down to one knee, she thought he’d hurt himself.
“Are you alright?” she asked, taking a step towards him.
“Yes... quite alright, in fact I feel so good and I need to share it with the person who’s made me feel this way,” he said, reaching into his pocket.
She wasn’t sure where he was going with this.
“Marry me... please,” he asked, opening the small box.
“Oh MY...” she uttered, before she tackled him, driving him into the snow, while she covered his face with kisses.
“Do I take that to mean yes?” he asked, wrapping his arms around her.
“Yes... yes... a thousand times yes.”
‘The world will pardon my mush,
Could you coo?
Could you care for a
The world will pardon my mush,
She couldn’t wait for tomorrow...
She would become Mrs. Rupert Giles.
“I’ve got a crush, my baby on you,” she let the song trail away, knowing it was more than a crush.
It was love.