Chat Room
Part 1

Written By: Ragna
Rating: PG
Summary: Xander gets on Willow's Laptop and finds a Chatroom.

Disclaimer: I am not in any way affilated with the show.
I don't not own any of the characters from the show. I do
own rights to any characters I have made up. No copy rght
infirgment intended.

Xander sat down at the computer, completely bored. Willow had a date with Oz, Buffy was patrolling, and would probably hang out with Angel when she was done, and even Giles had someone. A blind date though it may be. And Cordelia still wasn't talking to him. That hurt more than anything else. He started surfing the web, and knowing Willow's laptop was full of a ll sorts of fun plug-in's, he messed around with everything, listening to music and watching videos and stuff. But even that got boring after a while. Then a little icon in the corner of the screen started flashing. He opened it up, and saw it was an invitation to chat. He accepted, and the minute he was in the chat he typed in ~I'm not Willow. This is her friend Xander.~ The three other participants, known only as Peroxide Spike, _-*Dragon Fly*-_ and LadyMacbeth, typed in they didn't mind. He smiled and started to chat. *** LadyMacbeth sent an IM to the other two girls. ~Let's not do the Dirty Spike Girls game. Xander sounds depressed, and I love him a lot.~ _-*Dragon Fly*-_ and Peroxide Spike agreed, and they went back to chatting. _-*Dragon Fly*-_: So, what's they're to talk about? Peroxide Spike: Well, Xander, you okay? Xander: No, not really. Cordelia dumped me...did Willow tell you about all of us? LadyMacbeth: Yeah, she did Xander: How much? _-*Dragon Fly*-_: Just the basics. About the relationships there. Xander: Good. Well, Cordelia and I aren't speaking to each other, except to pass insults. LadyMacbeth: Sound awful. _-*Dragon Fly*-_: And I bet you feel all alone, right? Xander: Yeah, I do. Peroxide Spike: But you've got us now, so that's good. Xander: It's cool, I think. Are you guys...like...normal? LadyMacbeth: In what sense? Xander: You're not demons or anything. _-*Dragon Fly*-_: Nope. We're just normal people, unless you count the fact Ragna's a nut. LadyMacbeth: I am not! _-*Dragon Fly*-_: j/k Xander: That's your real name? LadyMacbeth: Unfortunately. Xander: I feel the same way. My middle names' Lavelle. LadyMacbeth: Mine's Beauta. Xander: You win. LadyMacbeth: And still champion! Peroxide Spike: Mine's Ashley, BTW. Xander: Cool. What are you guys doing, anyway? Other than chatting? _-*Dragon Fly*-_: Getting ready for a date that's an hour late. Peroxide Spike: Eating dinner. LadyMacbeh: Doing my HTML homework for college. Xander: Cool. _-*Dragon Fly*-_: Wait, speak of the devil. My date's here. Gotta go. LadyMacbeth: Bye, hun! Peroxide Spike: Bye! Xander: Bye! *_-*Dragon Fly*-_ has exited the chat.* Xander: I really hate that term. Peroxide Spike: Which one? Lady Macbeth: BRB Xander: "Speak of the devil." Peroxide Spike: C-ya. Why, Xander? Xander: Because...it's weird. I'm used to demons Xander: I shouldn't have typed that. Peroxide Spike: No prob. Me and Ragna know about it...Willow told us. Xander: Really? Peroxide Spike: Yeah. It slipped out by accident. We're cool with it, though. LadyMacbeth: Back. See you slipped about the demon thing. Xander: You know all about it? LadyMacbeth: As much as Willow would tell us. Peroxide Spike: WB. Which is quite a bit. Xander: WB? LadyMacbeth: Welcome Back, not Warner Brothers. Xander: Oh. Wow. So, you guys actually talk about this stuff? Peroxide Spike: Vaguely. Xander: Cool. Very cool... *** Almost six hours later, various people shuffled into the SHS library, and Xander paid no attention to them. Finally, Willow asked Xander for her laptop back. "Who were you talking to, anyway?" "Ragna and Ashley." Willow smiled. "Yeah, they're cool." "Um..." "What?" Willow asked. "Can I borrow that tomorrow evening? I mean, we have another chat date set up." Willow looked at him. "Sure. I think." Xander smiled. "Good. You know, I don't feel so lonely anymore..."