Paring: S/X with a side of W/G
Summary: Xander is drifting, looking for a purpose in life.
One that finally comes clear when he spots a certain
hairdresser by the name of Mr. William. Xander
immediately begins planning and plotting to win over
this scrumptious man. Of course nothing worth having
ever comes easily.
Genre: Comedy, romance. HAU
Warnings: The usual bad language as well as graphic m/m sexual
activities. Also warned of hints of poultry perversions.
Disclaimer: I own or have claim to none of the characters
used in this story and there is no profit made.
Feedback & concrit: Very appreciated and encourages continued writing.
Special thanks to Petxnd for the wonderful banner and her patience and
willingness to preread and comment on my stories.
Xander sat in his car in the mall parking lot.
This was a turn of events he had never contemplated,
although he certainly should have. After all, did he think
William lived in the salon? Of course he had days off.
Xander flipped his new notebook to the entry he had made
and tapped his pen against the paper thoughtfully.
"Hmm. O.k. if I want to see him I need to know where he lives.
Just drive by and see what the place looks like, maybe catch a
glimpse of him coming or going. Damn, I don't even know his
last name and if I did, then what? FUCK! This is going to take
some work. Where to start. Where to start."
Xander continued to tap the pen, helping him think, till he finally
decided this was going to take an accomplice. Someone with a
bigger brain than his. This was going to take Willow.
The only question now was how to get her to help without revealing
the facts of the case.
30 minutes later, Xander pulled into one of the vast parking areas
of the college campus. He hated being here, surrounded by all this
knowledge and intelligence, it felt like it could just infect and take
over his brain.
Luckily he had apparently developed an immunity to education
very early in life.
Whistling, and trying to look like he belonged there, Xander breezed
across the grassy knolls and around the vast buildings of higher learning.
He had a pretty good idea that Willow would be back at her dorm by
now, no doubt studying her pretty red head off.
He missed his friend. They had been inseparable as children
and he resented this new world that she was so happy in and
he clearly had no part of.
He had only been on campus a few times but knew her dorm
by heart. It was the only one with no beer cans in the front yard
and the meticulously tended flowers lining the walk way.
It was the geek dorm.
Willow was right at home.
Xander cruised up the sidewalk, pausing briefly to snag one of the
well tended flowers, he lumbered in the unlocked front door and
up the stairs, still trying his best to blend in.
Knocking on #212, Xander held out the flower as an offering to
the occupant of the room. Within seconds the door flew open
and he threw up his hands for a hug, catching himself at the last minute.
The pretty blond who had answered the door was definitely NOT his
Willow. Stepping back he double checked the number on the door frame.
The blond stammered and giggled.
"Well I guess the hug and the flower weren't for me, so you must be
looking for Willow. Come in."
Sticking his head in, Willow jumped from her bed where she had
been sitting, crosslegged, with a mountain of books around her.
Rushing forward she threw herself in his arms and nearly knocked him
"Come in! Come in! Wow, it's been so long. What are you doing here?
Why haven't you called me? I've really missed you, Buster."
Stepping back she punched his chest, but her grin never faltered.
Neither did his as he realized just how empty his life was without his
best friends. They had all chosen a destination in life and started down the
trail to meet it. Xander had not.
Still floundering, he just couldn't find his niche and embarrassment
had separated friends that 12 years of school and life's tragedies
and pitfalls had not.
Xander resolved for the thousandth time to find his place in life.
Buckle down and get serious about his future.
Right now he had other fish to fry. Not that frying fish was totally
out of the question as a potential career.
"Um, say, Wil, can we maybe go for a walk or something? I need
your help on kind of a personal matter. No offense."
Xander handed the blond the flower as an apology backed up
with a sheepish grin.
The blond laughed easily and took the gift.
"No offense taken. You two have fun and I'll see you later."
Xander frowned as he watched Willow run her hand lightly down the
blond's arm and share an 'I've got a secret' smile with her.
"We won't be long."
Walking across the well tended campus, Xander noted that the warm
breeze that blew across his face even felt different here. More cultured,
slower, more dignified.
"So who's the blond?"
Willow was ready. She knew the question was coming, she just wasn't
sure of the answer.
"Oh. That's Tara. She's a friend. Well, roommate, actually. Kind of
a friendly roommate. So, since she's a roommate we kinda live together."
Ordinarily that whole conversation would have thrown up all sorts
of flags and question, but, hey it was Willow, so it didn't.
Coming to a park bench under a large shade tree, Xander took Willow's
hand and pulled her to sit down with him.
"Let me ask you something, Wil, you're smart, so if you were tying to
find someone how would you go about it?"
Willow squealed and clapped her hands together.
"You met someone? Who is she? Tell me everything!"
Without looking her in the eye, Xander carefully selected his words.
"Yeah, I met....her...in the mall. First name is, um, Suzy.
She works in a hair salon there. She gave me her
number, but you know how clumsy I am. I lost it.
So, what do I do?"
Willow crossed her legs casually.
Xander shook his head.
"Can't remember her last name."
Willow uncrossed and sat back, tapping her finger tips together.
"O.k. Got it. You call the place where she works and tell them
you want to make an appointment but can't remember the stylist
that was recommended to you. When they give the names, stop
them at Suzy and ask her last name. To make sure it's the right one."
Xander sat up straight.
"You are brilliant! That's perfect! But what if her name isn't in the
Willow flipped her hand in a poo poo manner.
"No sweat. Just type her name into zabasearch on the Internet
and everyone in California with that name will come up, along
with the address, phone numbers, and birthdates. You just pick the
one that matches."
Xander jumped up, snatching Willow with him and swung her around,
feet dangling several inches off the ground.
"Oh, my God! You are fantastic! I love you, Wil, gotta go. I'll call you."
Xander had dropped her back on her feet and was already rushing
off toward the library building.
Willow threw her hand up and called after.
"Bye. Call Me. Tara's my girlfriend."