I hate that I don't hate you (Boschlow fanfic)

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       It all felt like a dream for Willow. To be swept off her feet by this charismatic and oh so confident girl, that is whenever she wasn't putting up a coldhearted act of course. Although it was strange that only over a few weeks Boscha had learned to be a kinder and gentle person, Willow had grown to forgive and trust her. But there was still some part of her was afraid to be hurt again. 'She could just be pretending...' Willow said inside her head. The plant witch's head was suddenly filled with doubt and intrusive thoughts despite Boscha's actions proofing otherwise. 

"W-Willow?"

The dark-haired girl snapped back to reality. "Yes, Boscha?"

"I uh- just wanted to say thanks to y-you for deciding to be my date for the party!" She said with a big grin.

'Date?!' Willow's face was covered in a light blush as she lingered on that word. "Oh of course, Boscha. I'm glad I got to finally meet the real you as well as become friends." 

The potion witch's happy expression went away for a second, but she quickly went on. "I'm glad I stopped acting like a jerk."

"Me too." The plant witch giggled, the dark thoughts were no longer ruining her enjoyment now.

"Ladies and gentleman! Would you all pair up for the first slow dance of the night!" Upon a chair the Blight family's only son, Edric, was announcing the next event.

Boscha looked eagerly over to Willow. "Care for another dance?"

"I've never exactly slow danced, with anyone, or at all really..." 

Gently placing the girl's hands in hers, Boscha took the lead. "Don't worry, a slow dance isn't that different from a waltz. Plus you're a great dancer! I'll take the lead, okay?"

The green-eyed girl nodded and followed her steps. "O-ok. What do I do?"

"Put your hands on my shoulders." Boscha smoothly pulled Willow in closer to her, and placed her hands upon the girl's waist. "Now just relax, this is a four step dance, so you don't have to tense up."

'How are you so calm?!' Willow did as the pink-haired girl said in a flustered manner. "I bet you've been asked to so many dances..."

"Hmm, well yeah. But none of them have been this lovely..." Boscha winked. "And definitely not as perfectly annoying."

"Oh please, you're such a flirt!" The plant witch's face was even more red than before. 

A smirk fell upon Boscha's face. "But you like it when I give compliments, don't you?" She kept up the box step as the music played softly. 

"Sure, I guess so." Willow rested her head upon the potion witch's shoulder and swayed along with her. 'Someone please pinch me-'

       The two danced together completely tuning out the pairs and music around them. Some moments they moved in sync staring into each others eyes, and then they would get into fits of laughter if one of them stumbled or stepped on the others foot. Eventually the night was growing old and the final dance of the night arrived. With more confidence, Willow was able to dance more elegantly. They were inseparable for most of the masquerade. Halfway through the end, Boscha had gathered up enough courage to confess to the girl before her. She just had to shoot her shot now. Even if she missed, they would still be friends. But Boscha wouldn't miss, she just couldn't! 

"Flowers... There's something I've been wanting to say. I know you know already know, but I can't keep hiding it forever."

"Boscha, I-"

She cut in. "No Willow, just please listen to me before you give me an answer. I love you! Although I hate to admit it, and I've tried for what seems like forever to deny and forget it. I thought hating you would be enough, but then I see you smile and laugh, and I wanted to get rid of these feelings! I thought if I could just get you to stop being so, so amazing, then maybe the weird butterfly sensation in my stomach would go away too... I love you so much, and it hurts to make you sad. I'm so undeserving of you and your kindness. I know you said we could start off as friends, but I don't know how long I can keep you waiting..."