Title: Possessions and Obsessions
Summary: Graham thinks about someone
Spoilers: Where the Wild Things Are
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: They're not mine
Archive: UCSL, Xanderslash, anywhere else just ask
Date: May 1, 2000
E-mail: Saone@yahoo.com

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He was at the party.

I couldn't believe it at first, but there he was, with Buffy and two other girls, just standing. . . right there. . . and, I was gone.

I don't know why I feel the way I feel, or even what category these feelings might fall into. I mean, I've never really spoken to him, I've barely even met the guy, not that that matters to my subconscious. I've only seen him four times, yet I can't even begin to count how often he's popped into my head when I was getting ready to fall asleep, or when I was in the middle of a shower. I really wish I could have the same kind of discourse with the real him as I do with the shower version.

When I saw him at the party I almost went to him. I really did. He was just standing right across the room, and I could have walked over to him and said Hi. Yep, I could have done that. . . of course, I didn't.

Not that I didn't think about it, in fact I spent the rest of the party thinking about it, about him. I couldn't get him out of my head, and I'm pretty sure that's why I ended up possessed.

Riley said that the presence in the house only affected people who were consumed with lusty thoughts.

Oh, believe me, Forrest had a field day with that. He wanted to know all about *her*. Who *she* was. What *she* looked like.

So, I sat him down, and told him that the person of my dreams had big brown eyes, silky looking dark hair, a sensuously expressive mouth. . . oh, and that *his* name was Xander.

Okay, so I didn't actually say that. Part of me wanted to. Though, a much larger part just wanted to bare my throat for the next passing demon and hope that my resulting death would be relatively painless.

It's not that I don't want them to know about any of this, it's just. . . I'm kinda afraid of what they might do if they ever found out.

Forrest would most likely think I was abandoning him, and Riley. . . well, knowing Ri, he probably wouldn't rest until he figured out some way to get me and Xander fixed up. . . which, unfortunately, at this point, doesn't sound like such a bad option

Maybe I should just tell Xander. Yeah, that's what I'll do. The next time I see him, I'll walk right up and. . . stand there, staring like an idiot, with a big doofy grin on my face. Hey, it's how I got dates in high school. Of course back then all the girls thought it was cute and endearing. Now, Xander would probably think I was some kind of possessed serial killer.

I could always opt for the novel approach and try actually talking to him, or I could just throw him down on a table and see if he tastes as good as I think he does. . .

Or, maybe I'll just take another shower.

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