6:30 am the next morning Mr. Archer and Miss Quoil came into Spike's room. They were relieved to find Darla with Spike but slightly disturbed that they were in the same bed. "Good morning, good morning. Dum dum dee dum dum dum dum. Good morning, good morning too you!" Mr. Archer sang opening the curtains. Spike and Darla jumped out of bed immediately and screamed, "STOP!"
"Oh fine, I'll hum it. Hmm hmm hmm, hmm hmm hmm..."
"No!" Shouted Spike running to close the curtains, "Keep the curtains closed!"
"But why? I find opening the curtains always prepares me for the day. It got you two out of bed in a rush didn't it?" Mr. Archer chuckled, but then remembered that he just said that Darla and Spike were in bed together. "Yes well, Spike and I are acceptions." Darla huffed, heading to the bathroom to freshen up. "What do you mean Miss Sharp?" Miss Quoil asked. Darla got a wonderful idea and tried to do Spike's dramatic sigh, leaning against the doorway, "Well, Spike and I were hoping we'd never have to bring this up but...we can't go into the light."
"Darla!" Spike jumped covering her mouth. He turned to Mr. Archer and Miss Quoil trying to keep calm, plastering a fake smile, "She's just kidding around. We can go into the light like normal people. We ARE normal people." He nodded profusely. Darla squirmed away from Spike and removed his hand. "Spike! It's time we told them." He sighed, knowing he wouldn't win. "Fine!" He shouted, "But if this all goes down the tube then don't forget it was your bloody fault!" Darla remained completely calm and turned to Mr. Archer and Miss Quoil. "Spike and I are sensitive to the sun. We can't be touched by sunlight. It's a disease- rare, but it happens." Miss Quoil gasped, "Is this true? Is there really such thing?" Spike whirled around, astonished by Darla. He regained his composer and stepped forward, "Yes! It's true! It's true!" He burst into fake tears on Darla's shoulder hiding his face. "I begged her not to tell but the secret's out."
"Oh Spike, honey." Miss Quoil sympathized handing him a tissue. He grabbed it from her viscously and blew his nose loudly. "Thanks." He held the soggy tissue up and she took it back, putting it in her purse for safe keeping. She'd sell it on ebay.
"What is this disease called?" Questioned Mr. Archer, completely baffled. Darla smiled politely and tried to come up with a name. "Um, it's called...uh...it's called...it's on the tip of my tongue, I know it..." She looked at Spike pleadingly and he came up with the first thing he could think of, "You know that movie with that Australian bird in it?"
"Nicole Kidman." Miss Quoil answered. "Yes! She was in that movie produced by her ex or something."
"Tom Cruise, in the movie The Others?" Apparently she was a movie buff, Spike thought. "Exactly. I love that movie, don't you Miss Quoil?"
"I suppose..."
"The children in that movie can't go out in the sun, do you remember?"
"Yes...is that what you have?"
"Exactly."
"How horrific!" Spike shrugged, "It isn't that bad, we've lived with it all our lives." Mr. Archer cleared his throat and ushered Miss Quoil out the door hurriedly, "Well, Miss Quoil and I will make sure you two are safe at all times, especially from sunlight. Have no doubt that we will keep this secret to our graves."
"You better." Darla growled under her breath. "Be in the limo by 7." He added, and left with Miss Quoil. Darla sighed, "That was close." Spike smiled and put on his black T-shirt with the words 'First there was Jesus, then there was me' written across it in white. "There are so many times I can call you a genius over and over again without being sarcastic, but just now, you were amazing." Darla took note of Spike's boxers and arched her brow with her famous smirk, "Scooby-Doo?" Spike looked around, then realized what she was talking about and hid his boxers sheepishly, "It's a gift from a fan...I needed to wear something out there when I got a snack!"
"I thought you slept naked." Spike's jaw dropped, "Where did you hear that bollocks?"
"In a magazine." She answered innocently. "That's total rubbish," He sneered, "I wear Elmo boxers to bed, thank you." Darla burst out laughing and headed for the door, "You are such a terrible liar." Spike started putting on his black jeans. "Got me this far didn't it? Hey, where you going?"
"I'm going to get dressed."
"I'll come with you, my bag's already packed." He grabbed his suitcase and followed Darla out the door. He dragged behind, just to watch her beautiful long legs in front of him, she was only wearing a very large work shirt and god knows what underneath. "Stop staring at my ass, you're pissing me off." She glared, "Why are you so slow?"
"I'm trying to buckle my belt while walking and holding my suitcase, I'm not staring at your ass." Darla turned around, and started to buckle up his belt correctly. She kept blowing her messy hair out of her eyes; she hated bed-head. Spike couldn't help but think this was terribly erotic and prayed she wouldn't notice the bulge in his pants.
When it was fastened tightly, they turned the corner, went straight down the hall and entered Darla's room. "Why were you snoring last night?"
"What? That's impossible, I don't breathe."
"But I swear you were! Like a pig snoring or something." Spike gave her an annoyed look, "Maybe it was the stalker under the bed."
"Very funny."
"You must have heard the people next to us through the wall. I heard them too. God, you're a pig when you live alone." Spike said, dropping his luggage on the floor. "What? Just because my bed isn't made? I ran out of here like a...well I don't know, something really fast and didn't remember to make the bed before I left, ok?" Spike rolled his eyes and jumped on her bed, "No fair, it's comfier than mine!" After a while of taunting he asked, "Why were you so afraid last night anyway?"
"I don't know. The whole atmosphere affected me!"
"Terrible excuse." Darla sighed, "Spike, I don't know why I was so terrified. I haven't been myself for some time and I don't know what's wrong with me."
"Maybe it's the stress?"
"No...this is different. Something is making me feel this way...Oh my god!" Darla screamed. Spike jumped out, "What?!"
"The note's gone!"
"What note?"
"The serial killer's note!" Spike dragged his hands down his face, frustrated, and moaned loudly, "Darla would you bloody stop with this stalker thing! It's getting on my bleeding nerves!"
"Do nerves bleed?"
"That's not the point! You're taking this stalker thing too far. There's no one out to get you. Besides, even if they were, you could kill them in less than a heart beat. And so could I."
"No you can't." Spike rolled his eyes and sighed, placing his hands on her shoulder, staring into her eyes intently, "Remember when Chuck told me to take care of giving people the boot in your trailer? Well I burst in to tell you that this puppy's not wearing a mussel anymore." Darla stared him, "I don't get it. What puppy?"
"Me! I can kill again!"
"Oh my god, how did that happen?" Spike's hands flopped down to his sides, "I went to Wolfram and Hart. It's a law firm. I don't know if you've heard of it." Darla winced when she heard the name. Slowly, she started backing away from him, shaking her head as if he wasn't there. Tears rose to her eyes but they weren't shed. "No." Spike's face quickly turned to concern. "Darla, what's wrong?"
"You didn't go there. Not where they bring you back, I don't want to go back, they'll take you away. They change you, but it won't be the same. There's always a price." And then something suddenly clicked in Darla. They were the one's who sent the note. They wanted her back.
"Darla, you're not making any sense." He walked up to her carefully, knowing things were beginning to get sensitive and anything could blow off at any time. "Please leave."
"What?"
"Just go." Darla started pushing him away. "Darla what is it?" He was out the door and she slammed it in his face.
He didn't get it. Just a minute ago he was checking her out and she was playing along and the next, she was going psycho...well not psycho...more like, in denial about something. Spike felt he'd never get close to Darla. She was always so far away. She was the only one who felt real to him. He wasn't going to fall in love with her. But who doesn't like a fuck buddy? What was he thinking? Darla was the only one he could stand by. He shouldn't think of her that way. He forced himself to throw out those crude ideas. Darla is a very lovely lady...vampire...whatever.
Hey wait a tick, his suitcase was still in her room. Spike started knocking on the door softly then louder and louder, just because he liked being annoying. He pressed his ear against the door and heard water; she must be having a shower, he thought. The door was unlocked anyway, so he went in. Darla clothes were thrown over her bed and his suitcase was on the floor-all he had to do was pick it up and leave. "Bloody hell man, this is the perfectly wrong moment to be horny," he muttered harshly to himself. "But she's in there...for Christ sake!" He grabbed his suitcase and rushed out.
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Dear Diary,
Buffy told me to do my homework-of course I went to my room without a fight; just not to do my homework-I'll do it quickly tomorrow morning in homeroom.
Xander was invited over for dinner. We were sending psychic messages to each other that Buffy's cooking was rated gag worthy and the next time he was invited, we'd make sure we ordered in.
Good news! Buffy might be quitting her job at the double meat palace and get a job at the high school. I can't remember what she said she'd be doing there. The high school still looks brand-new from when they rebuilt it 3 years ago.
Will brought home a movie-Romantic Comedy-thank god. I don't think I ever want to see a horror movie again-they look so cheap when you live in Sunnydale.
Aaron is soooooo hot in art class. He keeps looking at me though. Maybe he thinks I'm weird. Or maybe he likes me!!?? I'm too much of a chicken to talk to him. He's just too incredibly hot. He probably has a thing for Kayla. All the guys do. *gags*
So if I update my hottest top 5 guys in the world it would be like this:
5. Aaron
4. Xander
3. Angel (Buffy's ex, true, but still VERY hot)
2. Spike
1. Freddie Prinze Jr.
And so far, I can get none of them :(
Oh yeah, I know in every entry I always write about A world of Our Own but I really need to tonight! The other day I saw the episode where Darla and Spike had to KISS!!! It was unbelievable. Buffy dropped her favorite coffee mug on the floor when she saw it and it broke-she didn't even notice until the episode ended!
I'm pretty sure they used tongue in the scene...
I miss Spike. He was so much fun to hang out with and his stories were better than any movie-even if they were kinda scary. Maybe I should run away and sneak onto the set to see him again! That would rule. Buffy would be pissed...but oh well-she's not allowed to kill me, she's my sister. Oh my god! Do you think Spike could get me a part on the show?!? I could meet all those famous people! Then I'd be so famous, I'd get movie offers...and maybe even meet Freddie Prinze Jr...AHHH!! I need chocolate!
~Dawn~
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Spike and Darla sat uncomfortably in Chuck's office. They weren't told why they were called, but they were really worried it was bad news. Chuck slapped down that morning's tabloid and on the cover was a picture of Darla having her hand on Spike's belt. The headline was, "SOAP OPERA STARS SEE NOTHING BUT STARS IN EACH OTHER'S EYES"
"That's bollocks!" Spike shouted, nearly jumping out of his seat. "Eww, I look so gross in the morning." Darla whined. Chuck held up his hand for them both to be quiet...there was more. "I read the article. It says you two slept together and have been keeping this a secret for while now."
"Chuck that's not true!"
"Please hear me out before you bite someone's head off. There's been a lot of hype about the both of you having a secret relationship from the media and even the fans. I discussed this with Miss Quoil and Mr Archer and we all agree that it would be good publicity if you acted like you were a couple in front of the media." Spike's jaw dropped. "You've got to be joking."
"I'm perfectly serious. I want you and Darla to become a couple in front of the media. You know, be caught on dates, holding hands, kissing." Darla shook her head, "Chuck even if you say it'll be great for the show, I don't think it's a good idea."
"I'll raise your income 25%." Spike rolled his eyes, "Can you let us think about it for a bit?"
"Of course. It's for the benefit of the show." Spike and Darla left and went straight to the make up room for some privacy. (They were in the process of getting new trailers so they didn't have one to live in for a few days.) "What do you think we should do peaches?" Spike asked. Darla was shaking her hands nervously, "I don't know. I have no idea."
"Why are you so upset?"
"I DON'T KNOW!" She shrieked.
Just then, Sally walked in. She was a total Goth and oddly enough the make up artist. She had long black hair with blue and green streaks. Always wearing casual/sexy black clothes and a touch of purple lipstick and eyeliner. "Sorry, I didn't think anyone was in here." Spike leaned against the table counter, "S'alright Sally. We're ready for our make up."
Sally slipped her thin figure in front of Spike to get some powder and her ass brushed up against his thighs unintentionally. "Good, because I'm putting it on you anyway whether you're tearing out each other's eyes or having sex."
Spike laughed, that was definitely the Sally he'd gotten to know and like...a lot. Darla knew her well too, but didn't bother making a friendship with her. "Why would you go into all that trouble to put make up on us?" She asked her. "Because," Sally started, rubbing the brush in the pink powder and flicking it on Spike's cheek bones, "the director's don't care if there was a fire going on in the building and the cameras were melting as long as the actors have their make up on. And I don't plan losing this job anytime soon since it's the only one I could get that pays good enough."
Sally moved on to Darla quickly and Spike picked up a pair of small scissors. He started playing with them whipping his arms around like he was doing karate. Sally glanced at him with a smirk while curling Darla's hair with a curling iron, "Careful sugar, those are sharp." With one wrong move he cut himself along the shoulder. "Bloody hell."
"I told you." Sally laughed, "There's a bandage in the drawer with tape. You can cut off a big enough piece with the scissors." Spike followed her instructions and taped on a large rectangular bandage on his cut. He assumed it would fully heal within an hour or less.
"You're all done Darla." Darla got out of her seat and headed to the studio, "Thanks." Sally patted the seat for Spike, "Just pop yourself right here, hon." He sat and Sally squirted some gel in her hands and began rubbing it around in Spike's hair. "You're the only woman who I will let touch my hair."
"I'm flattered." She said sarcastically, leaning in closer and concentrating on his hair more than what he was saying. Spike caught the scent of her perfume and shut his eyes. It was practically turning him on. "Have you noticed less people showing up at work?"
"Maybe. I don't pay much attention to people."
"Oh. Well it seems I see less and less people. Even my assistant Marie doesn't show up anymore." Sally added a bit of an orange-y colour in his hair, "Maybe Chuck fired them."
"He said he'd send them to me if anyone needed to be fired." She curled her fingers back in his hair and moved them around. "Maybe he found someone else to fire them."
"Yeah maybe. Ouch. A bit rough today. Why you on the edge, sexy?" Sally stopped, "Was I pulling too hard? I always do it this way and you never said it hurt before."
"Oh...sorry love, it's just me." Sally went back to running her hands in his hair more gently, "You could be right though. I've been a bit upset with a few of the managers. They won't let me use my own make up anymore on you and Darla. I asked why but they wouldn't tell me. I have to use this weird stuff they gave me. That's why I have to put more coats of it on all the time. It's probably cheap and they wanted to cut some costs."
"Maybe. But why wouldn't they tell you?" Sally finished and put everything away. "Because they hate me."
"That's insane." Spike objected, getting out of his seat. "It's the truth." She said flatly. "I'll see you at the studio Spike." Sally took her bag of cosmetics and left.
This was all too unnerving for Spike so he decided to call an old friend.
"Oh fine, I'll hum it. Hmm hmm hmm, hmm hmm hmm..."
"No!" Shouted Spike running to close the curtains, "Keep the curtains closed!"
"But why? I find opening the curtains always prepares me for the day. It got you two out of bed in a rush didn't it?" Mr. Archer chuckled, but then remembered that he just said that Darla and Spike were in bed together. "Yes well, Spike and I are acceptions." Darla huffed, heading to the bathroom to freshen up. "What do you mean Miss Sharp?" Miss Quoil asked. Darla got a wonderful idea and tried to do Spike's dramatic sigh, leaning against the doorway, "Well, Spike and I were hoping we'd never have to bring this up but...we can't go into the light."
"Darla!" Spike jumped covering her mouth. He turned to Mr. Archer and Miss Quoil trying to keep calm, plastering a fake smile, "She's just kidding around. We can go into the light like normal people. We ARE normal people." He nodded profusely. Darla squirmed away from Spike and removed his hand. "Spike! It's time we told them." He sighed, knowing he wouldn't win. "Fine!" He shouted, "But if this all goes down the tube then don't forget it was your bloody fault!" Darla remained completely calm and turned to Mr. Archer and Miss Quoil. "Spike and I are sensitive to the sun. We can't be touched by sunlight. It's a disease- rare, but it happens." Miss Quoil gasped, "Is this true? Is there really such thing?" Spike whirled around, astonished by Darla. He regained his composer and stepped forward, "Yes! It's true! It's true!" He burst into fake tears on Darla's shoulder hiding his face. "I begged her not to tell but the secret's out."
"Oh Spike, honey." Miss Quoil sympathized handing him a tissue. He grabbed it from her viscously and blew his nose loudly. "Thanks." He held the soggy tissue up and she took it back, putting it in her purse for safe keeping. She'd sell it on ebay.
"What is this disease called?" Questioned Mr. Archer, completely baffled. Darla smiled politely and tried to come up with a name. "Um, it's called...uh...it's called...it's on the tip of my tongue, I know it..." She looked at Spike pleadingly and he came up with the first thing he could think of, "You know that movie with that Australian bird in it?"
"Nicole Kidman." Miss Quoil answered. "Yes! She was in that movie produced by her ex or something."
"Tom Cruise, in the movie The Others?" Apparently she was a movie buff, Spike thought. "Exactly. I love that movie, don't you Miss Quoil?"
"I suppose..."
"The children in that movie can't go out in the sun, do you remember?"
"Yes...is that what you have?"
"Exactly."
"How horrific!" Spike shrugged, "It isn't that bad, we've lived with it all our lives." Mr. Archer cleared his throat and ushered Miss Quoil out the door hurriedly, "Well, Miss Quoil and I will make sure you two are safe at all times, especially from sunlight. Have no doubt that we will keep this secret to our graves."
"You better." Darla growled under her breath. "Be in the limo by 7." He added, and left with Miss Quoil. Darla sighed, "That was close." Spike smiled and put on his black T-shirt with the words 'First there was Jesus, then there was me' written across it in white. "There are so many times I can call you a genius over and over again without being sarcastic, but just now, you were amazing." Darla took note of Spike's boxers and arched her brow with her famous smirk, "Scooby-Doo?" Spike looked around, then realized what she was talking about and hid his boxers sheepishly, "It's a gift from a fan...I needed to wear something out there when I got a snack!"
"I thought you slept naked." Spike's jaw dropped, "Where did you hear that bollocks?"
"In a magazine." She answered innocently. "That's total rubbish," He sneered, "I wear Elmo boxers to bed, thank you." Darla burst out laughing and headed for the door, "You are such a terrible liar." Spike started putting on his black jeans. "Got me this far didn't it? Hey, where you going?"
"I'm going to get dressed."
"I'll come with you, my bag's already packed." He grabbed his suitcase and followed Darla out the door. He dragged behind, just to watch her beautiful long legs in front of him, she was only wearing a very large work shirt and god knows what underneath. "Stop staring at my ass, you're pissing me off." She glared, "Why are you so slow?"
"I'm trying to buckle my belt while walking and holding my suitcase, I'm not staring at your ass." Darla turned around, and started to buckle up his belt correctly. She kept blowing her messy hair out of her eyes; she hated bed-head. Spike couldn't help but think this was terribly erotic and prayed she wouldn't notice the bulge in his pants.
When it was fastened tightly, they turned the corner, went straight down the hall and entered Darla's room. "Why were you snoring last night?"
"What? That's impossible, I don't breathe."
"But I swear you were! Like a pig snoring or something." Spike gave her an annoyed look, "Maybe it was the stalker under the bed."
"Very funny."
"You must have heard the people next to us through the wall. I heard them too. God, you're a pig when you live alone." Spike said, dropping his luggage on the floor. "What? Just because my bed isn't made? I ran out of here like a...well I don't know, something really fast and didn't remember to make the bed before I left, ok?" Spike rolled his eyes and jumped on her bed, "No fair, it's comfier than mine!" After a while of taunting he asked, "Why were you so afraid last night anyway?"
"I don't know. The whole atmosphere affected me!"
"Terrible excuse." Darla sighed, "Spike, I don't know why I was so terrified. I haven't been myself for some time and I don't know what's wrong with me."
"Maybe it's the stress?"
"No...this is different. Something is making me feel this way...Oh my god!" Darla screamed. Spike jumped out, "What?!"
"The note's gone!"
"What note?"
"The serial killer's note!" Spike dragged his hands down his face, frustrated, and moaned loudly, "Darla would you bloody stop with this stalker thing! It's getting on my bleeding nerves!"
"Do nerves bleed?"
"That's not the point! You're taking this stalker thing too far. There's no one out to get you. Besides, even if they were, you could kill them in less than a heart beat. And so could I."
"No you can't." Spike rolled his eyes and sighed, placing his hands on her shoulder, staring into her eyes intently, "Remember when Chuck told me to take care of giving people the boot in your trailer? Well I burst in to tell you that this puppy's not wearing a mussel anymore." Darla stared him, "I don't get it. What puppy?"
"Me! I can kill again!"
"Oh my god, how did that happen?" Spike's hands flopped down to his sides, "I went to Wolfram and Hart. It's a law firm. I don't know if you've heard of it." Darla winced when she heard the name. Slowly, she started backing away from him, shaking her head as if he wasn't there. Tears rose to her eyes but they weren't shed. "No." Spike's face quickly turned to concern. "Darla, what's wrong?"
"You didn't go there. Not where they bring you back, I don't want to go back, they'll take you away. They change you, but it won't be the same. There's always a price." And then something suddenly clicked in Darla. They were the one's who sent the note. They wanted her back.
"Darla, you're not making any sense." He walked up to her carefully, knowing things were beginning to get sensitive and anything could blow off at any time. "Please leave."
"What?"
"Just go." Darla started pushing him away. "Darla what is it?" He was out the door and she slammed it in his face.
He didn't get it. Just a minute ago he was checking her out and she was playing along and the next, she was going psycho...well not psycho...more like, in denial about something. Spike felt he'd never get close to Darla. She was always so far away. She was the only one who felt real to him. He wasn't going to fall in love with her. But who doesn't like a fuck buddy? What was he thinking? Darla was the only one he could stand by. He shouldn't think of her that way. He forced himself to throw out those crude ideas. Darla is a very lovely lady...vampire...whatever.
Hey wait a tick, his suitcase was still in her room. Spike started knocking on the door softly then louder and louder, just because he liked being annoying. He pressed his ear against the door and heard water; she must be having a shower, he thought. The door was unlocked anyway, so he went in. Darla clothes were thrown over her bed and his suitcase was on the floor-all he had to do was pick it up and leave. "Bloody hell man, this is the perfectly wrong moment to be horny," he muttered harshly to himself. "But she's in there...for Christ sake!" He grabbed his suitcase and rushed out.
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Dear Diary,
Buffy told me to do my homework-of course I went to my room without a fight; just not to do my homework-I'll do it quickly tomorrow morning in homeroom.
Xander was invited over for dinner. We were sending psychic messages to each other that Buffy's cooking was rated gag worthy and the next time he was invited, we'd make sure we ordered in.
Good news! Buffy might be quitting her job at the double meat palace and get a job at the high school. I can't remember what she said she'd be doing there. The high school still looks brand-new from when they rebuilt it 3 years ago.
Will brought home a movie-Romantic Comedy-thank god. I don't think I ever want to see a horror movie again-they look so cheap when you live in Sunnydale.
Aaron is soooooo hot in art class. He keeps looking at me though. Maybe he thinks I'm weird. Or maybe he likes me!!?? I'm too much of a chicken to talk to him. He's just too incredibly hot. He probably has a thing for Kayla. All the guys do. *gags*
So if I update my hottest top 5 guys in the world it would be like this:
5. Aaron
4. Xander
3. Angel (Buffy's ex, true, but still VERY hot)
2. Spike
1. Freddie Prinze Jr.
And so far, I can get none of them :(
Oh yeah, I know in every entry I always write about A world of Our Own but I really need to tonight! The other day I saw the episode where Darla and Spike had to KISS!!! It was unbelievable. Buffy dropped her favorite coffee mug on the floor when she saw it and it broke-she didn't even notice until the episode ended!
I'm pretty sure they used tongue in the scene...
I miss Spike. He was so much fun to hang out with and his stories were better than any movie-even if they were kinda scary. Maybe I should run away and sneak onto the set to see him again! That would rule. Buffy would be pissed...but oh well-she's not allowed to kill me, she's my sister. Oh my god! Do you think Spike could get me a part on the show?!? I could meet all those famous people! Then I'd be so famous, I'd get movie offers...and maybe even meet Freddie Prinze Jr...AHHH!! I need chocolate!
~Dawn~
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Spike and Darla sat uncomfortably in Chuck's office. They weren't told why they were called, but they were really worried it was bad news. Chuck slapped down that morning's tabloid and on the cover was a picture of Darla having her hand on Spike's belt. The headline was, "SOAP OPERA STARS SEE NOTHING BUT STARS IN EACH OTHER'S EYES"
"That's bollocks!" Spike shouted, nearly jumping out of his seat. "Eww, I look so gross in the morning." Darla whined. Chuck held up his hand for them both to be quiet...there was more. "I read the article. It says you two slept together and have been keeping this a secret for while now."
"Chuck that's not true!"
"Please hear me out before you bite someone's head off. There's been a lot of hype about the both of you having a secret relationship from the media and even the fans. I discussed this with Miss Quoil and Mr Archer and we all agree that it would be good publicity if you acted like you were a couple in front of the media." Spike's jaw dropped. "You've got to be joking."
"I'm perfectly serious. I want you and Darla to become a couple in front of the media. You know, be caught on dates, holding hands, kissing." Darla shook her head, "Chuck even if you say it'll be great for the show, I don't think it's a good idea."
"I'll raise your income 25%." Spike rolled his eyes, "Can you let us think about it for a bit?"
"Of course. It's for the benefit of the show." Spike and Darla left and went straight to the make up room for some privacy. (They were in the process of getting new trailers so they didn't have one to live in for a few days.) "What do you think we should do peaches?" Spike asked. Darla was shaking her hands nervously, "I don't know. I have no idea."
"Why are you so upset?"
"I DON'T KNOW!" She shrieked.
Just then, Sally walked in. She was a total Goth and oddly enough the make up artist. She had long black hair with blue and green streaks. Always wearing casual/sexy black clothes and a touch of purple lipstick and eyeliner. "Sorry, I didn't think anyone was in here." Spike leaned against the table counter, "S'alright Sally. We're ready for our make up."
Sally slipped her thin figure in front of Spike to get some powder and her ass brushed up against his thighs unintentionally. "Good, because I'm putting it on you anyway whether you're tearing out each other's eyes or having sex."
Spike laughed, that was definitely the Sally he'd gotten to know and like...a lot. Darla knew her well too, but didn't bother making a friendship with her. "Why would you go into all that trouble to put make up on us?" She asked her. "Because," Sally started, rubbing the brush in the pink powder and flicking it on Spike's cheek bones, "the director's don't care if there was a fire going on in the building and the cameras were melting as long as the actors have their make up on. And I don't plan losing this job anytime soon since it's the only one I could get that pays good enough."
Sally moved on to Darla quickly and Spike picked up a pair of small scissors. He started playing with them whipping his arms around like he was doing karate. Sally glanced at him with a smirk while curling Darla's hair with a curling iron, "Careful sugar, those are sharp." With one wrong move he cut himself along the shoulder. "Bloody hell."
"I told you." Sally laughed, "There's a bandage in the drawer with tape. You can cut off a big enough piece with the scissors." Spike followed her instructions and taped on a large rectangular bandage on his cut. He assumed it would fully heal within an hour or less.
"You're all done Darla." Darla got out of her seat and headed to the studio, "Thanks." Sally patted the seat for Spike, "Just pop yourself right here, hon." He sat and Sally squirted some gel in her hands and began rubbing it around in Spike's hair. "You're the only woman who I will let touch my hair."
"I'm flattered." She said sarcastically, leaning in closer and concentrating on his hair more than what he was saying. Spike caught the scent of her perfume and shut his eyes. It was practically turning him on. "Have you noticed less people showing up at work?"
"Maybe. I don't pay much attention to people."
"Oh. Well it seems I see less and less people. Even my assistant Marie doesn't show up anymore." Sally added a bit of an orange-y colour in his hair, "Maybe Chuck fired them."
"He said he'd send them to me if anyone needed to be fired." She curled her fingers back in his hair and moved them around. "Maybe he found someone else to fire them."
"Yeah maybe. Ouch. A bit rough today. Why you on the edge, sexy?" Sally stopped, "Was I pulling too hard? I always do it this way and you never said it hurt before."
"Oh...sorry love, it's just me." Sally went back to running her hands in his hair more gently, "You could be right though. I've been a bit upset with a few of the managers. They won't let me use my own make up anymore on you and Darla. I asked why but they wouldn't tell me. I have to use this weird stuff they gave me. That's why I have to put more coats of it on all the time. It's probably cheap and they wanted to cut some costs."
"Maybe. But why wouldn't they tell you?" Sally finished and put everything away. "Because they hate me."
"That's insane." Spike objected, getting out of his seat. "It's the truth." She said flatly. "I'll see you at the studio Spike." Sally took her bag of cosmetics and left.
This was all too unnerving for Spike so he decided to call an old friend.
