E-mail: kevy_s__girl [AT] hotmail.com
Rating:(All are G to PG-13 so far)
Pairing: Xander/Andrew (pre-slash so far)
Disclaimer: I own nothing but part of the plot.
Notes: All of these drabbles are exactly 100 words, minus the titles. Also, some of these first few might not be great, I wrote them a long while back, but I did go back and re-write some stuff (A LOT of stuff), so they shouldn't be nearly as bad as they were. Anywho, thanks for reading, and remember feedback = love.
The first 4 drabbles are here
Three weeks in Africa and Xander was ready to breakdown. The customs, the people, the poverty, all were so foreign. Disease and death permeated every corner and aspect of life. At one point Xander didn’t think he could make it through the night, let alone another few months.
So it was when Andrew’s letter arrived that Xander felt happy for the first time in a long time. He was all smiles and the simple one page letter got him through the week. Andrew’s letters started to come regularly, and every week Xander wrote back, and every week he kept going.
Xander was wet. It was November 1st and he was waiting in the pouring rain, in London, to get tickets to the IMAX premiere of Star Wars: Episode II.
Water ran down the back of his neck and into his shirt and he idly wondered why he’d left Africa. The two week break had sounded like heaven, but standing in the pouring rain was definitely not. Xander had spent most of his time home with Andrew. They’d hung out and had fun, but right now Xander was debating their friendship, because honestly, nothing was worth the discomfort of wet socks.
It felt weird to not celebrate Thanksgiving. Xander missed the turkey and stuffing and especially the pumpkin pie. He was dreaming of all the glorious food when he heard, from Andrew, that the rest of the gang was having a feast up in England. Xander felt jealous but pushed his bitter thoughts away and concentrated on finding the next slayer.
Two days after Thanksgiving, Xander was surprised when three couriered boxes of leftovers arrived; including a large turkey leg and absolutely no cranberry sauce; Xander’s favorite and least favorite. That was the day Andrew became one of Xander’s best friends.
It had cost a fortune, but the Mbuna Fish was the prefect gift for Andrew. Xander had spent countless hours trying to decide on a Christmas present for his friend, but he just couldn’t decide on one specific thing.
Finally, when Andrew mentioned that he was thinking of getting a pet in his last letter, Xander knew that this was the ideal pet for him. Andrew wouldn’t want anything that would take a lot of work, so this was just too perfect. The shimmering blue fish was beautiful, and as it sped through the water, dancing and spinning Xander smiled.