E-mail. Shocking, I know. April 13th, 2001, April 24th, 2001.
From: xharris@ucsd.edu
To: bridge.carson@fandomhigh.net
Date: April 13th, 2001
Subject: Heh
So I thought hey, it's April 13th, why don't I rent that movie just for old time's sake and bring it to movie night at Buffy's house, and there can be popcorn throwing and girls yelling eww gross and me pretending we didn't say exactly the same thing when we saw ... the parts of it we were actually paying attention to.
Only the dvd rental place didn't have it, what with it not coming out in theaters til this August. *headcalendar*
And then it hit me that you haven't even been *born* yet, and suddenly the whole movie thing seemed a little less weird in comparison. To...the rest of my life.
love, Xander
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To: willow.rosenberg@fandomhigh.net
Date: April 24th, 2001
Subject: Rassenfrassenrmphdymrf
Okay, fine, you win. Spike is not *that* bad. Please treasure this moment because I don't think I'm physically capable of typing it more than once in this lifetime.
But I've got to give the guy credit. He almost got himself killed deader because he wouldn't ...dammit you're not supposed to know what he wouldn't because it's future stuff for you. Which I'm not sure I agree with, but it's also somebody else's stuff to tell, plus I don't know how safe it is to even mention it anyway.
So let's just say what he did went a long way towards keeping him undead when he came to after getting dragged back to Revello Drive and the first thing he did was stick his tongue down Buffy's throat in full view of Giles, Joyce, Dawn, my-You, Amy, Tara who I'm heroically not mentioning so I don't risk breaking your brain if you get this, me, Larry and I think several passing Jehovah's Witnesses.
love, your bff who at least for once in his life was not the last to know something
P.S. Which is not to say I am or will ever be over the WTF of you asking if *I* wanted to sleep with Spike because WTF, Willow? W.T.F?