Huntlow Story/Oneshots

Would you like to dance? (Summer Town Festival PT.3)

Willow was extremely excited for the dance. But who to ask? She was sure she'd find a nice person to go with her, or she could just go with her friends. What about Hunter? A voice in the back of her head asked. She froze in her tracks. Hunter? She replied to the voice. She was now inside her head, unconscious to her surroundings. I suppose I could ask. But he wouldn't say yes, would he? She asked herself. No, she decided. He wouldn't. He was such an amazing person, and she was just Willow. Your regular plant witch that you can find down the road.

"Uh, Willow?" A sweet voice snapped her out of her trans-like state. "Are you ok?" It was Hunter.

She gulped. "Mhm, I'm ok." The words nearly got stuck in her throat. "Why wouldn't I be?" She asked, only afterwards realising what a stupid question that was.

"You weren't responding to us." Hunter murmured. "Is something wrong?" Yes. Willow's mind fought her mouth. Yes, there is! Just tell him!

"No, I'm fine, really." She out on a smile. No! Just tell, him, you wimp. Tell him! Willow ignored her stupid thoughts. It was best to keep them to herself. "I assure you, Hunter, I am okay."

The blonde boy looked at her for another couple of seconds with concern before finally looking away. She breathed out heavily. It was true, she was a wimp. You can't even tell Hunter about your feelings! What kind of a which are you? Her head spat. A stupid little half-a-witch. And although Willow continued to ignore her thoughts, they wouldn't stop. She kept spitting insults at herself, before she finally decided to tell him.

"Hunter?" She asked. He turned to her.

"Yes Willow?"

"Can i talk to you.. alone?" She stammered, watching his face go red, as she felt hers reciprocate.

"Uhhh sure." His smile was awkward and Willow nearly lost the courage to talk to him, let alone tell him. They walked over to behind a stall and Willow spoke.

"I- uh." She stuttered. Hunter stopped her before she could speak.

"Willow, I was wondering.. I have no one to go to the dance with.. um would you, uh consider.. going with me?" Hunter's voice cracked.

Willow stared at him in shock. He began apologising profusely.

"I'm sorry it was a stupid idea who would ever-" and she stopped him there by putting her finger to his lips.

"Of course I'll go to the dance with you, Hunter." She smiled, trying not to giggle with excitement. Her face went a bright pink color and his went a very deep red, extremely noticeable. Kind of like the red you would find in lipstick, or a dark red rose. They both ended up giggling, as they rejoined the group. Now all to do is wait for the dance.