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Converse sneakers lowered from the driver side door onto the concrete driveway. He stood up, long baggy pants quickly covering the tops of the shoes. He inhaled deeply. It had been awhile since he had inhaled Sunnydale air. Thin pale white hands were buried deeply into his pants pockets. Gathering his wits about him, he walked towards the front door.
He knocked twice gently, the door creaked open an inch. He qwirked a brow, resting his hand on the handle, he gently pushed it in farther, and stuck his head inside. He noted the farmiliar entranceway to the Summer's house. Scents from his high school days floated towards his nose.
"Oz?" A questionable voice asked. He turned his head to the left, they had seen him before he had them. It was Buffy, sitting comfortably in her living room, with another girl he had never met before. She looked harmless enough, harmless...and yet warm..inviting..almost comforting. He shook his head, and looked up, "Ah, yeah." he said. "Can I, can I come in?" He asked feeling slightly embaraced with the lower half of his body still on the outside doorway.
"Um, sure." Buffy replied confusedly.
He nodded, and stepped inside, shutting the door behind him, pulling it, until he heard the satisfying click. Then he looked back to the two women in the living room. "The uh, the door was open." He placed his hands back in the pockets of his pants and took a few steps closer.
"It's a door, they do that." She replied with a warm smile. "Well, wow, umm haven't seen or heard from you in , in a while." She nodded.
They had never been very close, he and Buffy. Their only real connection was Willow, and the whole fighting demons thing. "Yea um, I've been, gone." he replied, his emerald gaze continuosly falling to the young woman on th couch.
Buffy noticed his eyeing of Azure. "Oh stupid Buffy." She said with a little apologetic smile. "Oz, this is Azure. Azure this is..Oz." She motioned to the both them during her introduction.
Azure smiled, her perfectly shaped mouth, was full of even more perfectly white teeth. "Hi." She said sweetly. " I can't say I've heard alot, but I have heard about you." her eyes were as crystal clear as the sky on a cloudless day, and her voice was as soft and gentle as a spring trickling over pebbles on a warm summer day.
He furrowed his brow, slightly perplexed, by her openess and kindness. "Hi" he said. Keeping to his monosyllabic habits. An uneasy silence crept over the room, until Azure arose from her seat on the couch.
"Can I get you anything? It looks like you've had a pretty long trip. Buffy you don't mind do you?" She asked looking past the werewolf, and to the slayer.
Buffy shrugged a little. "No." And blinked alot, still confused about why he had returned, and why he had chosen to come here of all places.
He followed the beautiful blonde into the kitchen. She smiled sweetly. "I made lemonade yesterday. It should still be fresh." She opened the refridgerator, and pulled out a glass pitcher, halfful of hazy yellow liquid. "Is that ok with you?" She asked, holding up the pitcher, while the refrigerator door rested on her thigh, incase she needed to put it back.
"Oh." he replied slightly surprised. "That's..that's fine." He couldn't help but let the corners of his mouth curl up in a small smile. She was so nice...to a complete stranger..."Do I..do I know you?" He asked, his ermerald orbs searching her face. She felt so farmiliar.
"I don't think so." She said walking majesticaly over to the counter, and retrieving a glass from the cabinet. "But I'd like to get to know you. You seem like such a great guy." She filled the glass almost to the brim, and handed it to him.
He reached up to take the glass from her, their hands touching momentarily. He felt immeadently warm. She was amazing, perfect, they were linked, connected. He felt as if she were a part of him... "Thanks." He replied, his eyes immeadently downcast, ashamed of the thoughts that were swimming inside him a moment earlier.
He brought the glass to his lips, the sweet, yet sour liquid exactly what he had needed. He drank nearly half the glass in one gulp. He looked up to her, her smile and eyes shining expectantly. "Hmm." He said, purely pleased. She grinned and held up the pitcher.
"Want anymore before I put it up?" She asked sweetly.
He shook his head. "No thank you." He replied. "I kind of need to talk to Buffy."
He knocked twice gently, the door creaked open an inch. He qwirked a brow, resting his hand on the handle, he gently pushed it in farther, and stuck his head inside. He noted the farmiliar entranceway to the Summer's house. Scents from his high school days floated towards his nose.
"Oz?" A questionable voice asked. He turned his head to the left, they had seen him before he had them. It was Buffy, sitting comfortably in her living room, with another girl he had never met before. She looked harmless enough, harmless...and yet warm..inviting..almost comforting. He shook his head, and looked up, "Ah, yeah." he said. "Can I, can I come in?" He asked feeling slightly embaraced with the lower half of his body still on the outside doorway.
"Um, sure." Buffy replied confusedly.
He nodded, and stepped inside, shutting the door behind him, pulling it, until he heard the satisfying click. Then he looked back to the two women in the living room. "The uh, the door was open." He placed his hands back in the pockets of his pants and took a few steps closer.
"It's a door, they do that." She replied with a warm smile. "Well, wow, umm haven't seen or heard from you in , in a while." She nodded.
They had never been very close, he and Buffy. Their only real connection was Willow, and the whole fighting demons thing. "Yea um, I've been, gone." he replied, his emerald gaze continuosly falling to the young woman on th couch.
Buffy noticed his eyeing of Azure. "Oh stupid Buffy." She said with a little apologetic smile. "Oz, this is Azure. Azure this is..Oz." She motioned to the both them during her introduction.
Azure smiled, her perfectly shaped mouth, was full of even more perfectly white teeth. "Hi." She said sweetly. " I can't say I've heard alot, but I have heard about you." her eyes were as crystal clear as the sky on a cloudless day, and her voice was as soft and gentle as a spring trickling over pebbles on a warm summer day.
He furrowed his brow, slightly perplexed, by her openess and kindness. "Hi" he said. Keeping to his monosyllabic habits. An uneasy silence crept over the room, until Azure arose from her seat on the couch.
"Can I get you anything? It looks like you've had a pretty long trip. Buffy you don't mind do you?" She asked looking past the werewolf, and to the slayer.
Buffy shrugged a little. "No." And blinked alot, still confused about why he had returned, and why he had chosen to come here of all places.
He followed the beautiful blonde into the kitchen. She smiled sweetly. "I made lemonade yesterday. It should still be fresh." She opened the refridgerator, and pulled out a glass pitcher, halfful of hazy yellow liquid. "Is that ok with you?" She asked, holding up the pitcher, while the refrigerator door rested on her thigh, incase she needed to put it back.
"Oh." he replied slightly surprised. "That's..that's fine." He couldn't help but let the corners of his mouth curl up in a small smile. She was so nice...to a complete stranger..."Do I..do I know you?" He asked, his ermerald orbs searching her face. She felt so farmiliar.
"I don't think so." She said walking majesticaly over to the counter, and retrieving a glass from the cabinet. "But I'd like to get to know you. You seem like such a great guy." She filled the glass almost to the brim, and handed it to him.
He reached up to take the glass from her, their hands touching momentarily. He felt immeadently warm. She was amazing, perfect, they were linked, connected. He felt as if she were a part of him... "Thanks." He replied, his eyes immeadently downcast, ashamed of the thoughts that were swimming inside him a moment earlier.
He brought the glass to his lips, the sweet, yet sour liquid exactly what he had needed. He drank nearly half the glass in one gulp. He looked up to her, her smile and eyes shining expectantly. "Hmm." He said, purely pleased. She grinned and held up the pitcher.
"Want anymore before I put it up?" She asked sweetly.
He shook his head. "No thank you." He replied. "I kind of need to talk to Buffy."