To: bsummers@pacbell.net
From: xander.harris@fandomhigh.net
Subject: Graduation
It's Monday. Can you and Giles come? Also, I'm staying here for the summer.
Miss you,
love, Xander
P.S. By the way, I'm dating a guy.
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To: xander.harris@fandomhigh.net
From: bsummers@pacbell.net
Subject: re: Graduation
CRAP! No, Operation Snakedown is scheduled for Monday, dammit. We'd totally ditch it and reschedule, but blah blah blah mystical convergencecakes, you know the drill. I volunteer Giles' apartment for the Biggest Party Ever, though, when you and Will get home. No zombies or anything, promise.
...Always assuming there's a town left.
> P.S. By the way, I'm dating a guy.
Um. WTF? That's...cool? So am I. Sorta...
miss you too,
love, Buffy
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To: willow.rosenberg@hogwarts.ac.uk
From: bsummers@pacbell.net
Subject: WTF?
Um. WTF?
love,
Buffy
attachment: xander-email.txt
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To: bsummers@pacbell.net
From: willow.rosenberg@hogwarts.ac.uk
Subject: re: WTF?
Um. Yeah. There was this whole big... thing, where he was putting off even telling me, so don't give him a hard time, huh?
I already made garden-implement threats to the guy (who's kind of cute - picture attached), so we're cool on that score, though if you feel you need to add detailed descriptions of Slayer-related crushing abilities, his phone number's 335-555-7247. I don't know if actual phone calls will make it cross-dimensionally - ours don't, after all - but text-messages do.
love,
Willow
P.S. Like you can talk when it comes to WTF?
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To: willow.rosenberg@hogwarts.ac.uk
From: bsummers@pacbell.net
Subject: re: WTF?
Like I would say anything. OMGWTF! It's just... you know. *Weird* Cuz it's *Xander*. Plus... *two* of us?
You're going to his graduation BTW, right? I can't, and it'd be really crappy if none of us are there.
> (who's kind of cute - picture attached)
Dating girls has warped your vocabulary, clearly, as you are randomly substituting "cute" in places where the proper word is "Whoa."
love,
Buffy
P.S. Shut up! I... okay true, but at least mine's... okay, evil, but at least he's not hurting people. Which... Look, YOU people left me alone all year. And he was THERE. In the BATHTUB. Being all...annoying and hot and British but not in a way that reminds me of Giles because EWW. What was I SUPPOSED to do? Fine, Xander's is less weird. SHUT UP.
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To: xander.harris@fandomhigh.net
From: willow.rosenberg@hogwarts.ac.uk
Subject: Graduation
> It's Monday. Can you and Giles come?
*COUGH*
love,
your uninvited BFF
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To: willow.rosenberg@hogwarts.ac.uk
From: xander.harris@fandomhigh.net
Subject: re: Graduation
I was WRITING you! It's just long, so I sent Buffy's first!
Uh, so yeah. That'd be on Monday. *looks cute* I should've let you know earlier, but, well, finals, and then this weekend we all got randomly turned into little kids for reasons yet to be explained by the administration or anybody else. Yes, there are pictures; they're on Bridge's phone. I'll have to send them later. Or you could, you know. See them in person. ...Also we got married, but before you freak, we were five. Not legally binding.
And then there was the
Shop final where we...um. Broke down a door with the Power of Boykissing. You'll be glad to know we got an
A+ in Shop for it. Even though Bridge isn't in the class. ...Our school is weird.
And we had
last quizzes and
final papers in Creature Languages and
Magical Theory. (I did a presentation on Buffy in Ms. Calendar's class. Yeah, *that* wasn't weird. And I interviewed Bridge's dog for Creature. That would be less odd considering the class topic if he weren't a robot. And if I hadn't been five at the time. )
BTW did you really threaten to hit him with a shovel? ...I kinda love you, you know. Even though no. So very no. Bad, bad Willow.
And I was gonna e-mail you on Wednesday but I stopped into the finals coffee bar because
my roomie was running it, and
Blair was apparently possessed by a Republican, and then there was this whole
traffic accident with a couch that resulted in a new rule where neither of us is allowed to make out with Marty, so... it kinda slipped my mind.
And then yesterday there was
picking up my grad stuff and a
bonfire on the beach and I actually meant to at least mail you last night, but I got kinda distracted by
toasting marshmallows and
talking about threesomes toasting marshmallows and
people's summer plans and being
inappropriately touched by a talking cat (real, not robot) and
not kissing Parker. Who is a girl, just in case you've been talking to Larry. But she's a mean evil girl and you want to stay faaaaaaar away from her if you can come for graduation. She... pulls hair and shoves people in the mud and stuff! Though she did give me a lollipop. ...not dirty.
So, um, yeah, Graduation. You are so totally very much invited. Buffy -- and who's she dating, BTW? -- and Giles can't come, so it'd just be you, unless, and please tell me Buffy didn't tell them, my parents show, but I'm not living in real fear of that one.
love,
Xander
who did not lick the frog
and is NOT A GIRL, WTF, TINY CAM, WTF
sorry, that was apparently waiting in there to get said for almost a week, and you're the lucky recipient
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To: xander.harris@fandomhigh.net
From: willow.rosenberg@hogwarts.ac.uk
Subject: re: Graduation
Of course I'll be there. Dumbass.
And no, I did not threaten your boyfriend's robot dog with a shovel.
Buffy's dating a new guy. Whom you haven't met. Formally. He did hit you over the head with a microscope once, though.
love,
Willow
P.S. Note to self: Talk to Parker. Pack shovel. Check frog for signs of dehydration or skin damage.