Assignment 11

coe42@aol.com

This is OT for OzMIA.
Title:Blue Oysters on Monday
Author: Karen.
Rating: pg13
Disclaimer: Joss.
Author's note: Not a Tara bashing fic strictly. More of a Willow awakening.
All opinions are mine and if you don't share them...What are you doing
reading my fic? Dude, I have an Oz archive. I'm not going to be all about the
woman who took his place. LOL. Eh, flame if you must.

To Ems.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Willow stared out the enormous window of her apartment. Tara stood next to
her, too close, again. She clung. She clung and clung and clung. And
everything she used to think was sweet about her had turned sour and ugly. It
wasn't anything the girl had done or said. It was everything the girl had
done and said.

"Willow," The questing voice made Willow's stomach turn with disgust and
regret. She didn't like the way she felt about Tara now. It wasn't fair to
the girl. But the love lights were out. Somewhere between college and the
apartment, Willow had lost the part of her that cared for Tara. It was so
sad. "I made breakfast...I, I know you haven't been feeling well so, so I
dyed them blue. To match your mood?"

Willow twitched the curtain lace. "On Monday?"

"Yes, for you. I made them. And I thought today maybe, if you're feeling
better, we could..you know. Because we haven't.. in a while and I thought."

"I don't want oysters. Not blue ones. I don't want things with stupid kittens
on them!" Willow snapped, tearing down the curtains.

Tara backed away from her. Willow thought she saw a flash of anger before
hurt settled in it's place. "What's wrong with you?"

Willow clasped her arms tight against her body. "I don't know! I'm not
happy!" She flapped her arms angrily before hugging herself again.

"I could make you some hot chocolate. And get you, I don't know, a muffin
with sprinkles?" Tara held up her hands appealingly.

"How about getting me a fucking glass of vodka! I am tired of living like a
kindergartner in some sick realization of a thirteen year olds wet dream! I
want a life that's not filled with damn balloons and stupid baby stuff!"
Willow knocked a statue of a fluffy kitten off of their nightstand.

Tara jumped. "What's going on?"

Willow pulled open a drawer and grabbed her clothes. "I'm growing up. I have
to get out of here. All this stuff is so childish. You're like a five year
old all the time and that's great...For a while but this is too long. I can't
live in Never Neverland. I have to go and get adult furniture." Willow
glanced down at her long skirts and shirts with fluffy bunnies on them. "And
a new wardrobe." She let the clothes drop.

"Don't you love me?" Tara asked.

Willow held up her hands to the beautiful blonde. "I don't love you. I loved
you before but now...God, I don't even like you. It's so horrible to say but
Tara I hate lying to you. I hate you're stupid hair and your stupid baby
talk. God how did Oz put up with me when I did that?" She shrugged. "Tara,
you're like me only five years ago. So when you grow up baby, give me a
call." Willow rushed forward and kissed Tara on the forehead.

Throwing open the apartment door, Willow raced out as Tara started to cry. At
least there wouldn't be anymore stupid fucking blue oysters on Monday! She
was a woman at last.

End.