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Chapter 6.

A few days later, and Tara had settled back into her daily routine at home. She enjoyed living with her Aunt Rose, as she had a lot of the great qualities that her Mother had, and so she reminded Tara of her. Her Aunt was peaceful, caring and had a great respect for nature. At that moment, Tara and Rose were in their garden, which expelled a heady mixture of all of the flower's scents.
The blonde smiled to herself; she was so lucky to be here. If it hadn't been for her Aunt, she could still have been with her Father and Brother, being treated like a slave. There was just one thing that could make her happier right now, and it involved a certain girl with flame coloured hair and emerald eyes.
It had been three days, and Tara still didnt have the courage to call Willow. She wanted to hear her voice more than anything, needed it, but she was worried that things had changed.
< What if it was just a holiday fling for Willow? I dont want to embarrass her by calling, when she doesnt even want me.>
<But then again, how will I ever know if I don't call...that's it, I'm doing it. I'm gonna call!>
Tara jumped from her seat with a determined look on her face. Rose looked puzzled; it wasn't often that her surrogate daughter wore that expression.
"I-I'm just gonna make a phone call. Is that o-ok?"
"Sure it is honey, you know it's no problem," she answered, intrigued. It was obvious that whoever Tara was calling had something to do with her determined attitude, and the blonde never stuttered around her anymore. But, curious as she was, she didnt have the heart to eavesdrop.

Tara climbed the stairs up to her room, her hideaway. In there, she could do whatever she liked, decorate it however she wanted it. The surfaces were splayed with vases of fresh flowers and candles, and the walls were adorned with streams of fairy lights and photos of herself, Buffy and Xander. The blonde strode over to her wardrobe, and reached to take out the jeans that she had been wearing the day she received the note from Willow. She had left the note there, as whenever she put things in 'safe' places they tended to get lost.
However, the jeans weren't there.
Tara started to pull at the clothes in her wardrobe, throwing item after item onto her bed, panic rising.
<Where are they? I must call Willow. Where are they?>
It soon became clear to the blonde that they weren't there. She ran from her room, and down the stairs with heavy steps, out to the garden.
Rose was met with a very out of breath and distraught Tara. She thought maybe something bad had happened, one of her friends hurt. But instead all she got was,
"Where are my jeans?!"
She almost laughed at this, <why on earth was Tara so upset about a pair of jeans?>
"Theyre in the wash; I did a sweep of dirty clothes while you were out with..." Her sentence was interrupted by her niece;
"Noooo, not the jeans! Please tell me you emptied the pockets. Please!"
<What is so important about these jeans? Maybe its a new trend to not wash your jeans ever.> Rose thought, <now, did I empty the pockets. Well, I do normally, but I cant definitely say...>
"I dont know," she replied.
Tara ran back into the house and to the washing machine.
It had finished its cycle, so she pulled out the clothes inside, grasping for the jeans. Rose looked on, confused.
The blonde drove her hands in all of the wet pockets. All that she pulled out was mashed up pieces of paper, most of the ink illegible. All that she could make out was the name 'Willow' written on one shard of the note. Tara felt the tears come to her eyes, but she held them back.
Rose stepped forward, and put her hand on the younger girl's shoulder. But Tara shrugged it off, stating,
"Its nothing," and then she turned away, up the stairs, and locked herself in her room.

<I cant believe it, Ive lost it; Ive lost her! Its all my fault, why am I so dumb, it was a stupid idea to leave the note there.> Tara thought as she paced across her room, tears streaming down her face. Her stream of consciousness continued;
<Why am I so upset? It was just one night> from there just one thought cascaded through the confines of her mind; <But shes my everything.>

Chapter 7.

It had been a week and Willow had heard nothing, she couldnt understand it. Well, there was one answer but she wasnt ready to acknowledge it yet; the idea that maybe the blonde Goddess didnt want her. Willow knew in her heart that Tara felt the same way as she did, their kisses had confirmed that. She just worried that maybe for the other girl it had been nothing more than a holiday romance. For the first few days Willow had thought that maybe Tara was too nervous to call, then she thought that maybe Tara hadnt got her note. But she must have done, she must have found it.
<Dammit, why didnt I just knock on the door and give her my number myself? Cos you were too scared, you doofus!>
Willow reprimanded herself. She knew that it was all her fault if she never saw the blonde again. Little did she know, that Tara was thinking the exact same thing.
The difference was, while Tara had resolved herself to the fact that she would never get the chance to see Willow again, Willow was making sure that chance still existed.
The redhead knew that it was drastic, but it was a solution. UC Sunnydale was in her list of colleges that she was to choose between, and every day, the prospect of moving to Sunnydale got a little brighter. She had to hold out some kind of hope that Tara would be happy to see her, and if she wasnt then, well, she was sure that she could make other friends, and it was a good enough college to meet her academic requirements.
Willow realized that shed only known this girl for a day, but it felt like so much longer. The connection that she had felt when their lips had touched, it was real; shed never known anything so real in her life.
That was it, shed made her decision. If this was what she had to do, then she would do it; and so right at that moment she filled out the final stages of her college form, clearly printing UC Sunnydale in the box, and then she posted it. This was it; the start of forever.

TBC

Hey guys,
no update im afraid, cos its my birthday!!!
Its 4am english time and i have just got home, way too much alcohol has been involved and im the grand old age of...20!!
So, im glad you like the story
Justskipit: Im glad you like the story, and I know what you mean about the number. If it was me, I would have memorised it, called her and so on by now, but the tara that is in my story wouldnt do that. i dunno if this will make much sense cos im a little worse 4 wear (and really not gonna enjoy reading this in the morning!) but the way I see it, tara is wary of things going right for her. As much as she wants to believe that willow would leave the note because she likes her, tara isnt confident enough at that point to comprehend the meaning of the note; that willow feels the same way. It seems kinda logical that she would leave the note and not shatter the illusion until she had admitted the truth, as she does in the last chapter: then she confirms that the dream really is real. Plus, its more suspenseful if tara loses the number!!!
Whoa, Im way 2 drunk 4 this. sorry for my ramblings; probably illegible and quite a weird read for you so i apologise!
Thanks very muchly, happy birthday to me!
willowsgirl xx

eurgh, now i feel silly! Sorry about my drunken ranting and raving last night, Im an idiot!
Stroke of luck- thanks for the happy bday, I had a great time. Feeling a little rough 2day tho, LOL.
Ill try and update later, and I hope it makes more sense than whatever that was i wrote last nite, cos i sure as hell dont understand it!!
Willowsgirl xx

Hiya guys,
Im not sure if anyone's reading this or even waiting for an update, but I'll have one for you soon!All my coursework's due in 2moro, and I have another 3000 words to write
But as soon as its done I'll continue with the fic. So hopefully you'll have a new update on Friday.
Thanks for reading, let me know if you still want more!
Willowsgirl xx