"You know what really gets me?" asked Willow. "The fact that our combined
SAT scores is over 2000 and neither of us thought to bring a blanket. Or a
pillow. Or food. Or anything." Oz nodded his head, feeling guilty. Willow
sighed. "So what do we do for ten hours?"
"Well, I've always been fond of kissing you," said Oz. Willow blushed.
"Oz," she said just above a whisper, "there's five hundred people here!" Oz
gave her a half smile. "I can't help it. Something about leaning against a
brick wall and freezing to death is making me want Willow kissage." Willow
raised an eyebrow. "That scares me in a way you know nothing about."
Turning her head, Willow saw a few kids tossing around a football. "Oh look!
Fun!" Oz turned to look at her. "Since when do you like football?" he
asked.
"I don't, really," she replied. "But I have to admit, I've always been kinda
intrigued by the concept. The attraction to big sweaty people running back
and fourth with a ball trying to score that one moment of glory."
"Do you realize how much you sounded like Giles just then?"
Willow smiled up at her other half and wiggled her eyebrows. "Alright," said
Oz. "Go play." She gave him a quick kiss on the cheek and headed out into
the parking lot. Oz watched as she introduced herself to all the "big sweaty
people" and they let her in the game. As soon as she left, more people began
to get in line behind them. He was surprised when Devon showed up with his
love of his life of the week.
"Oz-man," exclaimed Devon. "Since when do you like Godsmack?" Oz stood up
to greet his friend. "Well, they came out with a song called 'Whatever.'
Which pretty much describes my whole lifestyle. That and 'Moon Baby'."
Devon stared at him waiting for the punchline of the joke, not realizing it
was already spoken. He shrugged and began to lay his blanket down. "Where's
your chick?" Oz gave a nod toward the parking lot. When Devon looked over,
he gave a sly smile. "Oz dating the tom boy. Way to go." Oz had already
turned over to try and get some sleep on the cold, hard concrete.
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A short while later, Oz was awoken by some teenagers who decided to turn the
night of fun into a drinking party. The way Oz's night was going, he thought
it might be best to join them, but thought better of it when he remembered
the last time he got drunk in front of Devon. He didn't remember much, but
it involved body paint and a pair of handcuffs. Frankly, that's all that Oz
wanted to remember.
He looked out into the parking lot and all the kids were still playing
football. He saw Willow out there, completely drenched in sweat and a great
big smile on her face. He wanted to stay there and watch her be that happy
forever, but the sounds of raised voices brought him out of the
Willow-enduced haze. He turned and was about to say something to the
overzealous, drunken teen when he realized that the voice belonged to Devon.
Apparently, Oz wasn't the only one kept awake by the teenaged bar scene.
But Devon wasn't yelling at the kids. He was yelling at his girlfriend.
When Devon left in a big huff, the girl collapsed onto the blanket and began
to cry. *Don't do it, Oz,* he thought to himself. *Mind your own business.*
Oz's conscience got the better of him and he went to the girl's side.
"Hey," he said. She looked up at him. She was a pretty girl for her age, 16
years old give or take a year. One thing about Devon, he liked his girls
young. "Hey," the girl sniffed. "You're Oz, right?" Oz nodded. "I know I
don't know you very well, but do you want to talk about it?" *Dear God, that
was a mistake, Oz.*
"Devon says I'm getting too serious about him. About us. What am I supposed
to do? I love him. I love him more than anything else in the whole world.
If we ever broke up, I...I don't know what I'd do." Oz took all of this in
and sighed. "How long have you two been going out?"
"About six weeks."
Oz's eyes widened. Six weeks. A personal record for Devon. But still, he
was being kept from a nice, peaceful sleep on the sidewalk for six weeks? Oz
was getting more sleepy by the second. He had to end this quickly. "Listen,
um, I'm not sure if you know this or not, but...well, have you ever seen
Devon's back?" The girl shook her head. "Whenever we make love, he always
keeps his shirt on." Oz really didn't need that image. *Oh, I am so having
nightmares tonight.*
"Well, see there's a reason for that. Devon's back is kinda like...what's an
easy way to put this. Did you ever see 'The Fisher King'?"
"Yeah."
"Do you remember Robin Williams in that movie?"
The girl's eyes nearly popped out of her head. "No. It can't be that bad.
Nothing can be that bad." With that, the girl jumped up and ran to Devon.
She literally ripped the shirt from his torso. And then she screamed. Oz
tried to bite back a smile. *Time for bed.*
**********************
A few minutes after Oz fell asleep he was awoken again. But this time he was
happy about it. "Oz, did you see me?" said Willow, happily. "I scored a
home run!" Oz wanted to correct her but she looked so cute when she got this
excited, he didn't want to spoil it. "I saw you, baby," he lied. "You were
amazing."
"I know!" she practically yelled, getting annoyed looks from the people
trying to sleep. "And this guy threw the ball to me and I caught it and I
was running and no one could catch me. I'm never yelling at Xander for
watching the Stanley Cup again."
"Okay, you did that one on purpose," Oz said with a smile. "Did not," said
Willow, smiling back. "Is it bed time now?"
"Yeah," said Oz. "Come here. I'll keep you warm." Oz draped an arm around
his football hero and fell asleep. He dreamt of Devon. With a shirt on.
THE END.
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