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Class of 99

Author: eday69
Rating: NC-17
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Distribution: Anyone can have it if they want. Disclaimer: Buffy the Vampire Slayer characters are the property of Joss Whedon/Mutant Enemy.

Tara woke up Saturday morning to the smell of pancakes and bacon. Her mom had this need to feed her and her dad every Saturday morning. Not that Tara complained it was just a little weird in her mind. She entered the kitchen in her flannels and an old cheerleading comp shirt.

"Morning." Her mom said flipping a pancake.


"You got in kind of late last night." Her dad inquired.

"Yeah, I got to talking with Willow and I guess lost track of time." She said failing miserably to hold off a huge smile.

"Uh huh." Her dad said unconvinced.

"So what do you have planned for today?" Her mom asked.

"I don't know, Willow's supposed to call later and we might do something." Tara said again trying to stifle her smile.

"Ok I can't stand it anymore, are you guys an item, have you kissed?" Her dad finally broke down and asked.

"Donald!" Her mother scolded.

"I'm sorry, it's been so long since I have felt like a giddy school girl, and I need details." He apologized.

"If I tell you, do you promise not to ask again?"

"Cross my heart." Her dad said making a cross over his heart.

"Ok, we're dating."

"That's so great, you should bring her over sometime, what do her parents do?" Her dad interrupted with more questions.

"Dad." Tara warned.

"Sorry, sorry, shutting up now."

"That is great honey, and we would love to meet her, when you're ready." Her mother said putting a plate in front of Tara.

"Thanks mom. I mean we just decided last night, so it's all pretty new. I really like her though." Tara's eyes glazed over as she remembered the kiss from last night. Tara dug into her pancakes, realizing how hungry she was.

Tara heard her cell phone ringing from the other room, it gave her a good out to evade her fathers questions.


"Hey Tara it's Willow."

"Hi." Tara said smiling and pacing around the front room.

"So what are you up to today?" Willow asked.

"Not much just got done with breakfast with the parents."

"That sucks."

"What why?"

"Oh I just hate having a meal with my parents, it's just weird. Anyway I thought maybe we could hang out today if you weren't doing anything." Willow tried to change the subject, she forgot not all families were like hers and she didn't want Tara to know about her parents.

"Sure, what did you have in mind?"

"Um I'm not sure, maybe we could grab some lunch later then you could show me the town?"

Tara laughed. "Well there's not much, but I'll try."

"Cool, uh my car isn't starting today so could you pick me up?" Willow hated asking, but there was nothing she could do, well actually there was, but she hated the other option.

"Sure give me directions to your house." Tara said grabbing a pen and paper from a drawer.

"Um, well it's kind of complicated to get here, I'll just meet you on that corner you dropped me off the other day ok?"

"Oh, ok." Tara was a little disappointed that Willow kept changing the subject about her family and where they lived. "How about noon?"

"Sounds great." Willow said and hung up.

"Was that Willow?" Her mom questioned when she hung up the phone.

"Yeah, I'm going to pick her up and we're going to have lunch and then hang out."

"Where does she live?"

"I'm not sure, she keeps having me drop her off at Arapahoe and Broadway. I think she thinks I'll make fun of her or something because of where she lives."

"Well that's not a bad neighborhood." Her mom said.

"Even if it was I wouldn't care. I don't care how much money her parents make or where she lives. I don't even care what kind of car she drives I just like her for her. I don't know how I can make her see that."

"Just be there for her, that's all you can do." Her mom sagely said.

"Thanks mom, I better get ready."

Tara pulled up to the corner and saw the redhead sitting on a bench. Willow jumped up when she saw Tara's car and both girls smiled. Willow was wearing a pink shirt with white lettering that said ‘You have died of dysentery', with a picture of a covered wagon on the front. Tara unlocked the doors and Willow bounced in the passenger side. Willow leaned over and gave Tara a quick kiss. Her mouth tingled when it met the redheads and it was over all too soon for Tara's liking.

"Hey, you look great." Willow said her emerald eyes darkening slightly.

"Thanks, um you too. Do you have any place in mind for lunch?"

"Oh yeah, have you been to Abe's?"

"No never heard of it."

"I went there the other day, it's really good. They have this area outside for eating and it's such a nice day it should be warm enough to eat out there."

"Sounds great." Tara said already getting amused from Willow's excitement.

Willow gave directions and watched as Tara drove. She really was beautiful and Willow felt unworthy to have such a perfect package as a girlfriend.

"So do you like this car?" Willow asked as Tara moved the wheel around with such grace Willow had to break the silence otherwise she might break down.

"Um, I guess it's ok. It's the only one I've ever had, so it's good and pretty new so it runs well." Tara tried not to bring up cars knowing Willow's car was broken and old.

Willow slapped her forehead with her hand. "I know what's wrong with my car, damn it."


"The other day I was messing with the connectors to the battery and one must have been loose and come off. I am so stupid, I should have checked this morning. I totally bet that is what's wrong. Arg I am a total idiot."

"Hey, it's ok." Tara said placing her hand on Willow's thigh and rubbing slightly, as she parked the car. "I wouldn't have thought of it, so if you are stupid so am I." Tara hated seeing Willow so upset over something seemingly small.

Willow looked into Tara's eyes and saw sincerity, something she hadn't seen in so long. She was so grateful that she could start a new life here, where no one knew about her parents and didn't look at her with some preconceived notion.

"No Tara you could never be stupid, you take my breath away every time I see you. I know I'm just getting to know you, but every day I learn something new about you and it resets the whole bar on how perfect you are." Willow said lost in a sea of blue. Tara was taken back by Willow's words no one had ever complimented her with such honesty and caring. They both started to lean in to each other drawn by their growing attraction. They met in the middle and slowly kissed. Willow moaned when her lips met Tara's and felt her heart speed up, then slow down. She tried to lean forward to deepen the kiss, but was stopped by the seatbelt. Suddenly remembering where she was she pulled back and looked into Tara's eyes, which held desire. She felt like she should say something, to voice the emotions that were coursing through her body. But she didn't know what to say, she couldn't put a name to these feelings just yet so she settled with "Ready to go?"

Tara nodded and both girls headed into the restaurants.

"Wow this place is great, the food is wonderful." Tara said placing a pickle in her mouth. "I had no idea this place was even here. How did you find it?"

"Well over summer I was checking out the town, and just came across it and thought I would try it out. Turns out it was pretty good."

"So what do your parents do?"

"Um." Willow shifted in her seat not wanting to lie, but didn't want to tell her the truth. "Dad's in computers and mom does lectures for philosophy."

"Oh." Tara was a little taken back, it didn't seem like they should be poor if her parents had good jobs, but she wasn't one to judge so let it go.

Willow regaled Tara with stories of her childhood in California and her dream to go to MIT and getting a job with some government entity like the CIA or NASA. Tara listened intently loving how Willow had dreams, she herself didn't. She wasn't even sure what she wanted to do after High School.

"So you don't know how to drive a stick?" Willow asked.

"Nope, never was one for the stick." Tara said laughing.

"Very funny. Seriously if you wanted to learn I could teach you sometime." Willow offered.

"Yeah that would be great. I probably should know, put another notch on my belt." Both girls laughed. They had felt more and more comfortable through out the day and now were snuggled under a tree in the park watching the sunset.

"What do you want to do next? It's getting a little cold?" Willow asked.

"Maybe we could hang out at your place, you said your parents were gone." Tara questioned, not wanting to push Willow, but wanting to know all the same.

"Um, I don't know, I mean your house is closer right?"

"Right, but my house contains nosey parental units." Tara turned to Willow now totally serious. "Wil." She said taking Willow's hands in her own. "Why don't you want me to know where you live, or see your house?"

Willow sighed. "I'm just afraid, once you see you will look at me different, everyone does." She looked down and their now intertwined fingers.

"I'm not like everyone." Tara softly said.

Willow looked in her eyes and she knew it was true. She knew she would have to come clean sooner or later. "Ok, but you have to promise not to tell anyone at school."

"Cross my heart." Tara said before leaning in and kissing Willow. She pulled back and asked. "Are you ready to go?"

Willow sighed again. "I guess."

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