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Summary: A/U, based on the movie "She's All That". Buffy Summers is turned from geek to chic (I always wanted to say that) when the popular class president, William 'Spike' Siler, makes a bet with his friends. But soon he begins to fall in love, and so does she; what will Buffy say when she finds out he's a liar?
Disclaimer: Here, I'm supposed to say something witty and funny. But since I'm neither of these things, nor intelligent in any way, I'm hoping that you could somehow just imagine I've said something that made you collapse with rib-cracking laughter. Then remember that the bearded God, Joss Whedon, and his world-dominating corporation, Mutant Enemy, own all of these characters. The movie is owned by Alliance Films, those lucky bastards, them.
A/n: I absolutely and totally loved the movie "She's All That." And when I saw all these amazing film-inspired Spuffy fictions, I really just couldn't resist, sadly to some. So here is the crappy yet still palatable story that I came up with :) It's based on the movie, but I added my own touches (namely more hardcore sex scenes, swearing, and booze. . . uh, woops, the sensors! I meant to say that I just made the story my own.) So, that's all I have to say for now. Read it, reflect on it, and then tell me what you think.
And the story unfolds. . .
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Quick hands cut out words and pictures, soaking them in tinted water and glue. The blue paint splashed on the canvas, mixing with red and purple squiggles. With quick brush strokes and swirls, the paint was shaped to form intricate images, along with the newspaper headlines and pictures.
Buffy Summers, mousy artist, looked at her masterpiece, smiling in satisfaction as she swept back a stray piece of long blonde hair into her strange twist. She wiped off her wet hands on her artsy smock, then pushed away her brushes and headed up the stairs out of her basement.
She walked down the hallway holding a plate of eggs, bacon, and toast, and holding a cup full of orange juice. With the back of a hand she pushed up her slipping glasses, then as she reached her younger sister's closed bedroom door she stopped in front of it. She rapped on the back of it once, calling loudly, "Dawn! Wake up! It's time for school, brat."
Buffy waited awhile, then rolled her eyes and called again. Still no answer, which meant Dawn was ignoring her and going back to sleep. She smirked in a purely devilish manner, and then said, "If you don't wake up, I'm gonna spit in your juice." Buffy waited once more, and still silence came from the room. She got a good one ready, her mouth full of a nice chunk of spit. She started making sloppy wet spitting noises, as she yelled "I got a good one right here, and it's going right in your juice!"
The spit made it way out of her mouth, and the second before it hit the orange liquid the bedroom door flew open, her sleepy sister Dawn glaring at her behind a mass of tangled brown hair. Buffy sucked up the spit smoothly and smiled brightly at Dawn, holding out the plate and cup.
"Good morning!" she chirped brightly, and Dawn just scowled at her as she accepted her breakfast, taking a sip of clean juice.
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"Yeah, yeah, Earthquakes! Only two months left until the end of school. Welcome back, everyone. Here's a little music to get everyone going." The school DJ's voice, who's owner was Daniel 'Oz' Osbourne, came through the loud speakers in both the school building and the campus. Soon music followed, pumping over masses of students back from vacation.
Buses pulled up in front of the posh high school, along with hot cars and a few other not-so-hot-cars that belonged to the parents. Buffy, laden down with her huge painting that seemed bigger then she was, slipped out of her mother's van along with Dawn behind her. Their mother Joyce smiled at the two as they shut the doors.
"Bye, guys! Have a good day at school. I'll be here to pick you guys up after school." She called out cheerily, and they both said bye to her, half- heartedly, as they trudged up the sidewalk to the hell mouth, Sunnydale High, to start the rest of the year.
In the student parking lot, in the space specifically provided for the senior class President (it was even complete with a sign), a black jeep screeched into it almost carelessly. A teenage boy hopped out, wearing black jeans and combat boots. He sauntered up the steps of the school, and merged with hundreds of other students in the main hallway.
He walked along until he reached a wall, where his picture, along with his name, hung for all to see. He smirked as he gazed into the smiling picture of him, William 'Spike' Siler. A bleached hair, blue eyed, and high cheek boned guy looked back at him. He turned around and cruised down the hallway, black duster flaring behind him, blue eyes sparkling and smirk firmly in place. Girls called out to him, eager for him to notice them. He smiled and winked as two cute girls walked by. One of them called out, "Hey, Spike!"
He turned his megawatt smile on, eyes bright as the clear sky, and replied in his British accent, "Hey, Julie. What's happening?" He continued on his way, leaving the two girls behind.
The girl he had spoken to screeched happily and said to her friend, "He knows my name! He spoke to me!" Her friend just gave her a look, while shaking her head in exasperation.
"He called you Julie!"
"So?"
"Your name is Sarah," her friend said dutifully, and they both just shared another look before shrugging and continuing on to class.
Down in another row of lockers, Buffy met up with her best friend, computer expert Willow Rosenberg. Willow smiled brightly at her blonde friend, as Buffy grudgingly pulled the appropriate books out of her locker, throwing her bag into the back of the metal shelving.
"Did you see the interview yesterday night on Zeke Donner? Oh, he's so hot!" Willow said dreamily, slumping against the wall with a dreamy look on her cute face, huge books clutched tightly in her hand. Buffy shot her a look.
"What happened on trying not to obsess about people that you'll never even meet?" Buffy asked Willow, and Willow flushed.
"Well . . . I'll start tomorrow." Willow gave Buffy a bright smile, and Buffy rolled her hazel eyes but smiled back too, going back to the task of finding the right books.
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The sky was bright, the sun shining. Spike Siler cruised out of the main building, face splitting into a huge smile as he spotted his two good friends, Xander Harris and Angel Connor. The two spotted Spike at the same time, and they all called out to each other.
"Hey man!"
"Hey dude!"
"What's up, my homey?"
As the three met, they all slapped hands. Together they started walking toward their next class, Angel amusing them with his stories from his Spring Break vacation. "Hey guys, check it. Guess who jammed a 30-year old flight attendant at 26 000 feet on his route to Cancun?" Angel said to the other two, grinning cockily. Spike just rolled his eyes and smiled, but Xander shook his head and laughed.
"Bullllll-shit!" he said to Angel, and Angel put up two hands. "Hey man, I swear to God!" he replied, and the other two accepted his answer. After all, their tall brunette friend was notorious for stunts like those. He was even part of the 'Mile High Club', so his story kinda made sense.
"So, Spike, how was your break, dude?" Xander turned to Spike and asked. Spike just shrugged, and answered coolly, "Oh same old shit, skiing with my parents in Banff. Okay I guess." Xander nodded, but Angel was to busy knocking over a kid's books to answer. He snickered to himself.
Spike got a serious look on his face. He looked at his two friends. "Did it occur to you guys that we only have two more months left of our high school careers?"
Angel gave him a look. "Yeah, only like every five minutes." He said, and Xander nodded in agree. Spike chuckled, and said, "No, but its bloody strange. I was driving through the school gates this morning, and it was like, tomorrow isn't just tomorrow, man. It's the future. You know?" He looked at the two other guys expectantly. They both looked clueless.
"No." They answered in unison, Spike shrugged, and the three just continued on their way.
Heading towards them were their friends, and also the most popular girls in school. Anya Meyers, Faith Sampson, and Harmony Kendall. Missing was the head of the group, and Spike's longtime girlfriend, Cordelia Chase.
Faith, in a tiny little dress, was walking with her cell phone, as usual, attached to her ear. The boys smirked, as she said into the phone with her usual bitchy attitude, "Well than can I please speak to somebody who doesn't have their head up their ass?"
Angel grinned at her and then said, "Well, well, well. Look who's come back from Spring Break looking all fine and shit." Faith ignored him as she continued talking on the cell. Angel took the opportunity to grab her around the waist and pull her to him.
Xander looked at Angel. "Angel. For the sake of all black people, even though I'm not one myself . . . Shut up."
Faith glared at the two guys before pushing away from Angel, hand over the mouthpiece of her phone. "Scusi, on the phone here people!" She sauntered of to a more quiet place, saying "Yes, I'll hold", presumably waiting to talk to a person that didn't have their head stuck up their ass.
Trailing behind Faith was Anya and Harmony, both who were good friends with Cordy. Anya smiled coyly at Xander, who was her sometimes boyfriend. Spike rolled his eyes and then asked the two, "Have you guys seen Cordy?"
Harmony and Anya glanced at each other, and were silent for a moment, Anya pulling on a fake confused and lost expression she did just so well. Spike sighed impatiently. "You know, Cordy, my girlfriend?"
"Yeah," Angel chimed in. "You know, tall, kinda yells at everybody?"
Harmony just shook her head and tossed back her hair. "No." she said shortly. "Why?"
Spike looked at her exasperation, and followed as the two girls pushed past him and started walking again. "Hmm, I don't know, maybe because I haven't spoken to her since she left for Daytona."
Suddenly a tall girl, clad in a skin tight pink tube dress, flounced through the crowd, snobbily pushing past innocent bystanders, her wayward hand bag smacking people. Though a total and complete bitch through and through, a trail of admiring eyes watched her retreating figure.
Her eyes fell on her bad boy boyfriend, who was smiling at her and holding his arm open. But she just threw a disinterested smile at him, and then bounced out of his arms and continued walking until she met up with her group. Spike, surprised and confused, just followed her as all of them made their way to class.
"Oh god, does anyone have gum?" she asked dramatically. Faith said, "I got it," and she pulled out a stick from her small purse. The bell rang, and the three girls sped up, thought Cordelia held back as she unwrapped her gum and popped it in her mouth. Spike, still confused, stopped questioningly behind her with Xander and Angel flanking him.
Cordelia hummed softly to herself, noticing her boyfriend, and then whipped around and said, "Spike. I've been doing some thinking. This," she motioned to herself and then to Spike, indicating their relationship, "just isn't working for me anymore."
She slowly pulled her bag over her shoulder, as to not irritate the apparent new tattoo that marked her left shoulder. Spike watched her walk away from him, mouth open and eyes wide. Xander had the same look, though he always had the look on his face, so it was hard to tell what he was really thinking. Angel started laughing.
"New tattoo?" Angel asked Spike, and then burst into laughter again. Spike just glared at him, and stalked off to class still dazed, confused, and upset. Xander just shook his head and muttered, "Damn", before Angel and himself followed their friend.
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*To be continued . . .
Summary: A/U, based on the movie "She's All That". Buffy Summers is turned from geek to chic (I always wanted to say that) when the popular class president, William 'Spike' Siler, makes a bet with his friends. But soon he begins to fall in love, and so does she; what will Buffy say when she finds out he's a liar?
Disclaimer: Here, I'm supposed to say something witty and funny. But since I'm neither of these things, nor intelligent in any way, I'm hoping that you could somehow just imagine I've said something that made you collapse with rib-cracking laughter. Then remember that the bearded God, Joss Whedon, and his world-dominating corporation, Mutant Enemy, own all of these characters. The movie is owned by Alliance Films, those lucky bastards, them.
A/n: I absolutely and totally loved the movie "She's All That." And when I saw all these amazing film-inspired Spuffy fictions, I really just couldn't resist, sadly to some. So here is the crappy yet still palatable story that I came up with :) It's based on the movie, but I added my own touches (namely more hardcore sex scenes, swearing, and booze. . . uh, woops, the sensors! I meant to say that I just made the story my own.) So, that's all I have to say for now. Read it, reflect on it, and then tell me what you think.
And the story unfolds. . .
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Quick hands cut out words and pictures, soaking them in tinted water and glue. The blue paint splashed on the canvas, mixing with red and purple squiggles. With quick brush strokes and swirls, the paint was shaped to form intricate images, along with the newspaper headlines and pictures.
Buffy Summers, mousy artist, looked at her masterpiece, smiling in satisfaction as she swept back a stray piece of long blonde hair into her strange twist. She wiped off her wet hands on her artsy smock, then pushed away her brushes and headed up the stairs out of her basement.
She walked down the hallway holding a plate of eggs, bacon, and toast, and holding a cup full of orange juice. With the back of a hand she pushed up her slipping glasses, then as she reached her younger sister's closed bedroom door she stopped in front of it. She rapped on the back of it once, calling loudly, "Dawn! Wake up! It's time for school, brat."
Buffy waited awhile, then rolled her eyes and called again. Still no answer, which meant Dawn was ignoring her and going back to sleep. She smirked in a purely devilish manner, and then said, "If you don't wake up, I'm gonna spit in your juice." Buffy waited once more, and still silence came from the room. She got a good one ready, her mouth full of a nice chunk of spit. She started making sloppy wet spitting noises, as she yelled "I got a good one right here, and it's going right in your juice!"
The spit made it way out of her mouth, and the second before it hit the orange liquid the bedroom door flew open, her sleepy sister Dawn glaring at her behind a mass of tangled brown hair. Buffy sucked up the spit smoothly and smiled brightly at Dawn, holding out the plate and cup.
"Good morning!" she chirped brightly, and Dawn just scowled at her as she accepted her breakfast, taking a sip of clean juice.
*?*?*?*
"Yeah, yeah, Earthquakes! Only two months left until the end of school. Welcome back, everyone. Here's a little music to get everyone going." The school DJ's voice, who's owner was Daniel 'Oz' Osbourne, came through the loud speakers in both the school building and the campus. Soon music followed, pumping over masses of students back from vacation.
Buses pulled up in front of the posh high school, along with hot cars and a few other not-so-hot-cars that belonged to the parents. Buffy, laden down with her huge painting that seemed bigger then she was, slipped out of her mother's van along with Dawn behind her. Their mother Joyce smiled at the two as they shut the doors.
"Bye, guys! Have a good day at school. I'll be here to pick you guys up after school." She called out cheerily, and they both said bye to her, half- heartedly, as they trudged up the sidewalk to the hell mouth, Sunnydale High, to start the rest of the year.
In the student parking lot, in the space specifically provided for the senior class President (it was even complete with a sign), a black jeep screeched into it almost carelessly. A teenage boy hopped out, wearing black jeans and combat boots. He sauntered up the steps of the school, and merged with hundreds of other students in the main hallway.
He walked along until he reached a wall, where his picture, along with his name, hung for all to see. He smirked as he gazed into the smiling picture of him, William 'Spike' Siler. A bleached hair, blue eyed, and high cheek boned guy looked back at him. He turned around and cruised down the hallway, black duster flaring behind him, blue eyes sparkling and smirk firmly in place. Girls called out to him, eager for him to notice them. He smiled and winked as two cute girls walked by. One of them called out, "Hey, Spike!"
He turned his megawatt smile on, eyes bright as the clear sky, and replied in his British accent, "Hey, Julie. What's happening?" He continued on his way, leaving the two girls behind.
The girl he had spoken to screeched happily and said to her friend, "He knows my name! He spoke to me!" Her friend just gave her a look, while shaking her head in exasperation.
"He called you Julie!"
"So?"
"Your name is Sarah," her friend said dutifully, and they both just shared another look before shrugging and continuing on to class.
Down in another row of lockers, Buffy met up with her best friend, computer expert Willow Rosenberg. Willow smiled brightly at her blonde friend, as Buffy grudgingly pulled the appropriate books out of her locker, throwing her bag into the back of the metal shelving.
"Did you see the interview yesterday night on Zeke Donner? Oh, he's so hot!" Willow said dreamily, slumping against the wall with a dreamy look on her cute face, huge books clutched tightly in her hand. Buffy shot her a look.
"What happened on trying not to obsess about people that you'll never even meet?" Buffy asked Willow, and Willow flushed.
"Well . . . I'll start tomorrow." Willow gave Buffy a bright smile, and Buffy rolled her hazel eyes but smiled back too, going back to the task of finding the right books.
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The sky was bright, the sun shining. Spike Siler cruised out of the main building, face splitting into a huge smile as he spotted his two good friends, Xander Harris and Angel Connor. The two spotted Spike at the same time, and they all called out to each other.
"Hey man!"
"Hey dude!"
"What's up, my homey?"
As the three met, they all slapped hands. Together they started walking toward their next class, Angel amusing them with his stories from his Spring Break vacation. "Hey guys, check it. Guess who jammed a 30-year old flight attendant at 26 000 feet on his route to Cancun?" Angel said to the other two, grinning cockily. Spike just rolled his eyes and smiled, but Xander shook his head and laughed.
"Bullllll-shit!" he said to Angel, and Angel put up two hands. "Hey man, I swear to God!" he replied, and the other two accepted his answer. After all, their tall brunette friend was notorious for stunts like those. He was even part of the 'Mile High Club', so his story kinda made sense.
"So, Spike, how was your break, dude?" Xander turned to Spike and asked. Spike just shrugged, and answered coolly, "Oh same old shit, skiing with my parents in Banff. Okay I guess." Xander nodded, but Angel was to busy knocking over a kid's books to answer. He snickered to himself.
Spike got a serious look on his face. He looked at his two friends. "Did it occur to you guys that we only have two more months left of our high school careers?"
Angel gave him a look. "Yeah, only like every five minutes." He said, and Xander nodded in agree. Spike chuckled, and said, "No, but its bloody strange. I was driving through the school gates this morning, and it was like, tomorrow isn't just tomorrow, man. It's the future. You know?" He looked at the two other guys expectantly. They both looked clueless.
"No." They answered in unison, Spike shrugged, and the three just continued on their way.
Heading towards them were their friends, and also the most popular girls in school. Anya Meyers, Faith Sampson, and Harmony Kendall. Missing was the head of the group, and Spike's longtime girlfriend, Cordelia Chase.
Faith, in a tiny little dress, was walking with her cell phone, as usual, attached to her ear. The boys smirked, as she said into the phone with her usual bitchy attitude, "Well than can I please speak to somebody who doesn't have their head up their ass?"
Angel grinned at her and then said, "Well, well, well. Look who's come back from Spring Break looking all fine and shit." Faith ignored him as she continued talking on the cell. Angel took the opportunity to grab her around the waist and pull her to him.
Xander looked at Angel. "Angel. For the sake of all black people, even though I'm not one myself . . . Shut up."
Faith glared at the two guys before pushing away from Angel, hand over the mouthpiece of her phone. "Scusi, on the phone here people!" She sauntered of to a more quiet place, saying "Yes, I'll hold", presumably waiting to talk to a person that didn't have their head stuck up their ass.
Trailing behind Faith was Anya and Harmony, both who were good friends with Cordy. Anya smiled coyly at Xander, who was her sometimes boyfriend. Spike rolled his eyes and then asked the two, "Have you guys seen Cordy?"
Harmony and Anya glanced at each other, and were silent for a moment, Anya pulling on a fake confused and lost expression she did just so well. Spike sighed impatiently. "You know, Cordy, my girlfriend?"
"Yeah," Angel chimed in. "You know, tall, kinda yells at everybody?"
Harmony just shook her head and tossed back her hair. "No." she said shortly. "Why?"
Spike looked at her exasperation, and followed as the two girls pushed past him and started walking again. "Hmm, I don't know, maybe because I haven't spoken to her since she left for Daytona."
Suddenly a tall girl, clad in a skin tight pink tube dress, flounced through the crowd, snobbily pushing past innocent bystanders, her wayward hand bag smacking people. Though a total and complete bitch through and through, a trail of admiring eyes watched her retreating figure.
Her eyes fell on her bad boy boyfriend, who was smiling at her and holding his arm open. But she just threw a disinterested smile at him, and then bounced out of his arms and continued walking until she met up with her group. Spike, surprised and confused, just followed her as all of them made their way to class.
"Oh god, does anyone have gum?" she asked dramatically. Faith said, "I got it," and she pulled out a stick from her small purse. The bell rang, and the three girls sped up, thought Cordelia held back as she unwrapped her gum and popped it in her mouth. Spike, still confused, stopped questioningly behind her with Xander and Angel flanking him.
Cordelia hummed softly to herself, noticing her boyfriend, and then whipped around and said, "Spike. I've been doing some thinking. This," she motioned to herself and then to Spike, indicating their relationship, "just isn't working for me anymore."
She slowly pulled her bag over her shoulder, as to not irritate the apparent new tattoo that marked her left shoulder. Spike watched her walk away from him, mouth open and eyes wide. Xander had the same look, though he always had the look on his face, so it was hard to tell what he was really thinking. Angel started laughing.
"New tattoo?" Angel asked Spike, and then burst into laughter again. Spike just glared at him, and stalked off to class still dazed, confused, and upset. Xander just shook his head and muttered, "Damn", before Angel and himself followed their friend.
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*To be continued . . .