Title: Prom Dates
Author: Grace
Disclaimer: Not mine

Scene: S.H.S Library
Buffy Summers was crying. Who would have thought that she, the slayer was having an intense emotional time. Why her? Damn him. No, it was not her fault. There was always that fact that they could never be together emotionally. Life sucked at times. That was when he had come in. She really did not want anyone to see her. "Buffy, are you okay?" Oz asked. He was concerned for Buffy. Ever since him and Willow broke up, he hated to see anybody cry. He knew the pain of having a busted relationship. "Do I look okay, Oz?" Buffy said snapping at him. She instantly regretted the moment that she had done that. "Buffy, what's wrong?" Oz asked her. He knew that Buffy never snapped unless something was bothering her. "Angel, he broke up with me, Oz. We were suppose to..." Buffy said half-heartedly, before Oz cut her off. "I know go to the prom together. Me and Willow were supposed to go. Trust me, it stinks to be the dumpee." Oz said oddly finding it comforting for some weird reason "Trust me, Oz. I know the feeling. Looks like we both don't have dates for the prom." Buffy said feeling sad and upset. "Hey, Buffy. Maybe we could go to the prom together. That would be cool. Everyone there will find it the most schocking thing." Oz said. He rather much spend his prom would someone who was a freind. "I love to go to the prom with you, Oz." Buffy said. She always had wanted to get to know Oz a little better. "Then, I'll see you at the prom Buffy." Oz said happy that him and Buffy would spend time together. He wanted to get to know her better. This was the perfect chance.
Scene: S.H.S Library "Oz, why are you not in the gym, with the others?" Buffy asked. She was wearing her prom dress. Plus fighting hellhounds could exhaust any body. "Your my date Buffy for tonight. We shouldn't go seperately to the prom." Oz said. He knew Willow and Xander were going to the prom together. Besides, Buffy look damn good in her dress. "Well at least there will be no hellhounds." Buffy said with relief. She just wanted to enjoy this night. When they entered the gym, it seemed like that everybody had turned around and looked at them. "Do you want to dance?" Oz asked her. He so wanted to dance with Buffy. Plus, he was a pretty good dancer. "I'd love to, Oz." Buffy said. She so wanted to dance with anybody, but Angel. Instead, she was a dancing with someone else who also.... When they got on the dance floor, they found themselves strangely attracted to one another. "Willow, do you see what I see?" Xander asked Willow, his prom date. He couldn't believe that Buffy and Oz were each other's dates for the problem. "Oh my..." came Willow's response. She almost turned a pale shade of white. She would have never thought... "Do you still have feelings for him, Willow?" Xander asked. He wanted to know. Didn't he have a right. He wanted this relationship to work. Not one of his relationships had ever worked out. "No, of course, not Xander. I just...listen, you are all that matters to me. Besides, I have always loved you Alexander Harris." Willow said. She was happy that both Buffy and Oz, were moving on with their lives. She was glad that they were finding happiness, even if it was with one another. Then Buffy and Oz were dancing, when Oz gave Buffy a kiss. Oz always wanted to do something that was impulsive. Well kissing Buffy was an impulsive move on his part to say the least. Buffy actually liked the kiss. She was not suppose to enjoy the kiss. Oz was... well actually, just shut up and enjoy the moment, Buffy thought to herself. They stop and smiled at one another. "Oz, what does this mean?" Buffy said unsure of how she felt about this situation or where they were going. "A new beginning, Buffy. Both of us need that. Why not?" Oz said smiling at Buffy. Maybe him and Buffy were meant for one another. "I was thinking we could do it together." Buffy said. She needed a normal boyfriend. Oz was not normal, but as close as one could get on the hellmouth. Oz and Buffy then kissed one another for the rest of the night. The End.