Title: Foolish Beat

Chapter Title: Rainy Days and Mondays

Summary: Buffy Summers is a small town girl with nothing to occupy her life except work, and rather long string of bad boyfriends. Liam O'Connor is a rich up and coming actor who can't seem to find love. So what happens when Liam is approached with the idea of a reality show to find true love, and Buffy is pressured by her mother to take an audition for the reality show? Buffy is falling in love with Liam, or so she thinks....But maybe its his best friend, William Bradshaw?

Disclaimer: The idea is mine :)

A/N: Yey, I think I really may be able to write this story without getting bored..so here we go ...

Elizabeth Summers, or as her friends and family called her, Buffy fastened her seat belt in her comfortable, yet dull car. She couldn't afford much but, when she had money she splurged. She turned up the very expensve sound system in her car and tapped her fingers against the steering wheel to the beat of Joan Jett's "I Hate Myself For Loving You". The privilige of growing up in the late 80's, great music.

Her life wasn't as great as she thought it would be back then, though. Oh no, her life had taken a downhill spiral when her and her ex-fiance had broken up 5 years before. She couldn't trust any man from that day on, thus explaining the reason for the recent string of deadbeats. She used the same excuse for everyone, "Hey at least I know he'll screw up.. its the sucessful one's you have to be scared of." So when one of her boyfriends would cheat, or end up in jail she would just go on with her life, they sure hadn't hurt her.

Her mother watched from afar as her daughter began to throw her hopeful life away. The only thing her mother wanted for her, was what every other mother in the world wanted for their daughters, a happy life, where she was married, had children. Joyce could see her daughter was unhappy, no matter how many times she clearly denied it. There had to be something she could do...

Buffy pulled into "her" parking space at the local newspaper, she worked for. She straightened her skirt, which fell just below her knee, and while holding her latte in her left hand went on to make sure her hair was nicely knoted at the nape of her neck. Yes, she smiled to herself,I look like the perfect business woman, smart, sucessful, and young.. A old man driving by whisled at her.. "wow you look hot, granny" and he drove off. Well she thought, and pulled the knot out of her hair while still balancing her latte in her left hand. She shook her hair loose and pulled her skirt up a little. Ok. here we go.

She walked into her cubicle and turned on her computer. She signed on under her name and opened up the interent waiting for it to load. She had to check her email. Important business memo's were sent to the employee's accounts, and plus she had sent in that application for the LA Sun. You have one email, the man's voice echoed from the computer and she smiled, maybe they'd accepted. She opened the email tool., and frowned, it was from Jase.. What the hell does he think he is doing emailing me here she thought but opened up the email anyway.

Buffy-

Sweetie listen, I'm sorry I didn't make it last night. I had a business meeting. It ran late, please accept my apoligy, you know I wouldn't stand you up on purpose, not after..well you know. Call me at work- 980-555-8907.We'll go out for lunch. Well gotta run...

Extra Sorry,

Jase Ale"xander" Harris.

She smiled, ok so Mom was right to set me up with him, maybe he's the right one. She picked up the phone and called him. They preceeded to make plans to meet for lunch at Franks, the local sub place. They said their good bye's and she began to write her newest collumn for the paper...

And then the rain started to pour. She sighed, and thought of The Carpenters' song. "Rainy Days and Mondays" always get me down, she continued then went back to work, when she was once again interrupted. This time by the phone.

"Hello Mother" she said as she picked up the reciever.

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Liam O'Connor was fastly becoming Hollywood's newest hunk, and he liked that. But he wasn't too thrilled about sharing the expereince alone. He didn't want to be one of the regualar Hollywood guys. He wanted more from life. He wanted a girlfriend, and eventually a wife, although the women his publicist was setting him up were as serious as monkey's. Don't get him wrong, he was grateful for his chance at fame, but what was so great about that when you don't have someone to share it with right?

He sat in his seat at the set of his latest film, reviewing his line's with his best friend Willaim Bradshaw, but he called him Will. "Hey Will, what do you think, this gunna be as good at the other movies?" his best friend nodded his head in approval, "Of course, dude...Fred wouldn't let you take the job if it wasn't a sure thing. Right?" "I guess so.."

He was then whisked away for hair and makeup and he began the long, tiring job of being told to do takes, and takes over again. He was glad for one thing at least, Will. They'd been best friends since childhood and he was the only person he thought was real with him. After 7 hours, Liam was given the chance to go out and have lunch. Of course Will accompanied him. They found a small place out of the way but still they were hounded by teeny-boppers asking for autographs. Liam signed them without complaint, he loved his fans cause as he says.."You aint nothing without the people who come to see you act".

His cell phone rang and he answered it. "Excuse me, ladies..business". He walked into the bathroom. "Hey Fred, what's up..No I'm just having lunch with Will.. A reality show? You're sure I'd have time? Just after I wrap up with the movie? I don't know. It'd be good for my career?" And so he was persuaded to partake in what was becoming America's favorite past time, watching people's lives on television. In other word's his was going to be put in a cage and gawked at for 2 months.

A/N: Good idea? Bad writing? Gimme some comments :)