**Until Forever**
A/n: Well, I'm back again with another installment. I usually don't write so fast, but all of the wonderful reviews I received from the amazing readers spurred me on. Anywho, I just wanted to thank the readers for also leaving great suggestions for the story. So, let's get to them:
All of the cast will be playing roles in the story, especially Buffy, Spike, Willow, Oz, and maybe Faith. Then we'll have Darla, Giles, Xander, Tara, Cordy, Gunn, Doyle, and Wesley. Angel was mentioned in the story, but I'm not sure if he'll have a recurring role.
1. The story for now is PG-13, but, if anyone knows me, they know they can expect the story to turn R quite soon. I'm just sad that NC-17 is no longer allowed. *sigh* But, anyways, I'll warn you when the change occurs so that you can look for it in the right place.
That's all of it, folks. Read the chapter, tell me what you think, and share any more ideas you have with me. I thrive on your feedback. Well, take care and share, charisma
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"So, when does filming start, Buff?" asked Willow Rosenberg, best friend of Buffy Summers and actress extradonaire. Buffy looked up at Willow with an expression that reminded her of a dejected puppy. Willow bit back a laugh and tried to listen supportively to her upset friend.
"Tomorrow," Buffy sighed out, slumping her shoulders and looking downwards as she sipped her half-skim extra-whipped cream decaffeinated frapuccino. Buffy looked around the empty coffeehouse, glad there was no cameras clicking for once or adoring fans asking for her autograph. Right now she needed some privacy and downtime with her bestest friend in the whole world.
She had met Willow on the set of a movie several years back, when Buffy was still only slightly well - known. The two had bonded instantly, and kept in touch ever since, no matter what country or continent. Over the years they had grown tight, so when Buffy had surprisingly discovered Willow was to work on 'Until Forever' with her, she had been ecstatic, to say the least. Now the two were enjoying some rare free time before the filming of the movie commenced.
"Buff, don't worry about it so much. Maybe he won't be as bad as you think. After all, all the critics say he's a charmer." Willow pointed out carefully, perfect eyebrows raised. Buffy just glared at her.
"Yeah, charmer my ass. It's an act Willow. He is an actor. He's really snide and rude, and I hate him with the fire of a thousand suns." Buffy bit out, and Willow looked at her with widened eyes, slightly pulling back.
"Um, okay, don't get all Springer on me, Buff." Willow said, and Buffy had to smile. She took a huge gulp of her cooling coffee, and decided that Willow was right. This movie was important to her, and she had to make the best with what she had. If even what she had was a crude British wannabe with dark roots and a motor mouth. Buffy held back another angry sigh, and instead decided that she would focus on Willow.
"So, Wills, tell me how Oz is doing." Buffy asked the red head, noting the way Willow brightened up at the mention of the rockers name. Buffy smiled back at her beaming friend, predicting that if time would have it, the two would be married by the end of this year.
"Oh, he's great. Dingoes At My Baby is touring now through the South, but Oz said he'd drop by in about a month and check out the filming for the movie." Willow said, eyes lost and distant, probably focusing on some memory of her two-year boyfriend. They had gotten together when they had met at an Award show, instantly clicking. The two had started dating the next week, much to the dislike of their adoring fans.
Willow snapped out of her reverie, and looked at Buffy with pitying green eyes. She pushed away her now empty cup, and tossed back her red hair. "Listen, Buff, I know you're sad about this whole Spike/ movie thing. But let's forget about it now, and go shopping. Just like old times."
Buffy looked into her friends bright eyes, smile slipping over her features. Before the two had gotten majorly famous, they had always enjoyed shopping together and just hanging out. Ever since their A-list celebrity hit, they hadn't had any time with each other besides hurried phone calls or quick visits, and Buffy felt distant from her long time friend. She got up, slung her small bag over her shoulder, pulled her shades over her eyes, and grabbed Willow's arm.
"Okay, Will, let's roll."
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The cast and crew sat intently, or stood intently, in the case of the crew, as the director made his final pre-filming speech, and gave last minute suggestions. He was perched in the infamous directors chair, ever-present baseball hat on his head, loudspeaker resting beside his feet. Buffy had made sure to sit far away from Spike, who had seemed to have the same ideas about her. She knew it was immature, but she didn't know how else to communicate her hate towards him. So she chose the good ole 'cooties' way.
As Sylvio droned on, Buffy let her eyes and thoughts wander toward the other people in the large room. Willow, of course, was there, listening to the director attentively. She was seated beside some other actor Buffy didn't know, a tall, black man named Richard Gunn. Near Buffy was Xander Harris, a total hottie who Buffy had, uh, encountered before. When he had seen her he had given her a small smirk, which of course Spike had seen and started snickering loudly at. After a death glare from Buffy he had stopped, but it was still embarrassing for Buffy. She didn't know how she could concentrate with both her ex-lover and enemy in the same room.
There was a quiet blonde woman beside Buffy, named Tara Manning. Buffy had heard a lot about the shy star, and she wondered how it would be to work with her. Buffy focused her attention back on the director when he said, "All right everybody, any questions?"
Yeah, Buffy wanted to say, would it be too late to leave? Buffy was at a loss as how to interact with Spike, when she felt a bubbling rage when he was even inside the same ten mile radius near her. And now that he was seated a mere ten feet away, she felt like she would explode. All she could remember was the nasty comments he had made, and the break up he had caused between her and Angel. She was still sore from that one, especially since Angel had split with her so publicly. And from the quick glares Spike would shoot to her, she knew that it would not be a fun time. She sighed deeply and prayed to the heavens that she kept her cool and did not try to beat the shit out of Spike with her bare hands. Firstly, she knew that it would be all over the tabloids; secondly, it would ruin her role for the movie; and thirdly, judging be the way Spike's muscles moved under his form- fitting shirt, Buffy knew she couldn't take him. Oh God, oh sweet Lord, I can't believe I just complimented Spike on his muscles. I think I'll gag now.
Buffy shook her head and tossed back her blonde, wavy, hair, freshly done from the hair trailer. She stood up along with everyone else, and people started moving toward their designated spots. Today the place was crowded, because it was the first day of filming, but soon their would be less actors on set as not all of them were needed for particular shots. Buffy dearly hoped that all scenes between Spike and her would be relatively painless, especially any sex scenes. She could only imagine never ending embarrassment if Spike told the tabloids she was a bad kisser or something. That thought only made Buffy resent the Brit more.
Clutching the script in her hand, she quickly reread her lines for today. Ironically, the story was about two people that hated each other, yet that couldn't stay away. Buffy was playing Mercedes, a woman who was in love with the man that had killed her mafia father, Anthony Amatulli. Of course, Spike was playing Anthony and Buffy, Mercedes. Willow was playing Mercedes' best friend Alessia, the only one who knows about the torrid love affair. The story was almost Romeo and Juliet-esque, except with a different twist in the end. Being a hopeless romantic Buffy had immediately loved the script, one reason why she wouldn't back out of movie, Spike or no Spike.
Xander was playing the other lover of Mercedes', the one she is meant to marry and bear children too. Of course, he soon finds out about the affair in the end, and blinded by rage and unreturned love, he does something horrible. Tara played Mercedes mother, and Richard Gunn was playing a hit man for the mafia. The plot was intricate and enticing, and it was sure to be a hit. Buffy knew that she would put her best work forth in this movie, even though she had to work in, well, less-then-wonderful conditions. Sighing once more, she walked over to the middle of the outdoor scene, watching the light people fix the lamps so they were set for a sunny day. One particular man, dark-haired with bright blue eyes, looked down at her and winked when she caught his eye. She smiled back. Not my type, but a cutie anyways.
"Okay, perfect!" Sylvio called out, and everyone scurried away, leaving the shot empty except for Buffy and Spike, who was now sauntering over to her with a cocky gait. Buffy bit back a scowl, especially when he smirked irritatingly at her. She wanted to kick him right between the legs at the moment, but somehow refrained from doing so. He licked his full bottom lip, winked, and said "Hello, cutie."
Buffy gave him a quick flip of the finger, to which he laughed at, and then she looked back at the camera to see when filming would start. Spike was still chuckling when the director said "Lights! Camera! Action!" Finally. Buffy started reciting her lines in expert manner, tension thick in the air as she gazed into Spike's blue eyes 'lovingly'. Everyone on the set visibly winced at the two volatile blondes, as the hatred was practically visible in the air, and the tense acting reflected that. The director cringed, than yelled out "Cut! Cut." He looked at the two, than carefully spoke.
"Can you two pretend, for just three months, that you don't hate one another? We are all adults here, and I want this movie to be great. So, c'mon, let's do things right." He said, and Buffy rolled her hazel eyes, but nodded. Spike sighed dramatically then nodded too, running a hand through perfectly mussed hair. The director clapped happily once, then yelled for the filming to commence again.
Though Buffy was still seething, she somehow managed to deliver her lines as if she and Spike were actually lovers. But as she looked into his smirk, eyes glinting cockily, she knew that it was only a matter of time until she snapped on Mr. Gilbert, and showed him who was the ditzy fake blonde.
*To be continued
A/n: Well, I'm back again with another installment. I usually don't write so fast, but all of the wonderful reviews I received from the amazing readers spurred me on. Anywho, I just wanted to thank the readers for also leaving great suggestions for the story. So, let's get to them:
All of the cast will be playing roles in the story, especially Buffy, Spike, Willow, Oz, and maybe Faith. Then we'll have Darla, Giles, Xander, Tara, Cordy, Gunn, Doyle, and Wesley. Angel was mentioned in the story, but I'm not sure if he'll have a recurring role.
1. The story for now is PG-13, but, if anyone knows me, they know they can expect the story to turn R quite soon. I'm just sad that NC-17 is no longer allowed. *sigh* But, anyways, I'll warn you when the change occurs so that you can look for it in the right place.
That's all of it, folks. Read the chapter, tell me what you think, and share any more ideas you have with me. I thrive on your feedback. Well, take care and share, charisma
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"So, when does filming start, Buff?" asked Willow Rosenberg, best friend of Buffy Summers and actress extradonaire. Buffy looked up at Willow with an expression that reminded her of a dejected puppy. Willow bit back a laugh and tried to listen supportively to her upset friend.
"Tomorrow," Buffy sighed out, slumping her shoulders and looking downwards as she sipped her half-skim extra-whipped cream decaffeinated frapuccino. Buffy looked around the empty coffeehouse, glad there was no cameras clicking for once or adoring fans asking for her autograph. Right now she needed some privacy and downtime with her bestest friend in the whole world.
She had met Willow on the set of a movie several years back, when Buffy was still only slightly well - known. The two had bonded instantly, and kept in touch ever since, no matter what country or continent. Over the years they had grown tight, so when Buffy had surprisingly discovered Willow was to work on 'Until Forever' with her, she had been ecstatic, to say the least. Now the two were enjoying some rare free time before the filming of the movie commenced.
"Buff, don't worry about it so much. Maybe he won't be as bad as you think. After all, all the critics say he's a charmer." Willow pointed out carefully, perfect eyebrows raised. Buffy just glared at her.
"Yeah, charmer my ass. It's an act Willow. He is an actor. He's really snide and rude, and I hate him with the fire of a thousand suns." Buffy bit out, and Willow looked at her with widened eyes, slightly pulling back.
"Um, okay, don't get all Springer on me, Buff." Willow said, and Buffy had to smile. She took a huge gulp of her cooling coffee, and decided that Willow was right. This movie was important to her, and she had to make the best with what she had. If even what she had was a crude British wannabe with dark roots and a motor mouth. Buffy held back another angry sigh, and instead decided that she would focus on Willow.
"So, Wills, tell me how Oz is doing." Buffy asked the red head, noting the way Willow brightened up at the mention of the rockers name. Buffy smiled back at her beaming friend, predicting that if time would have it, the two would be married by the end of this year.
"Oh, he's great. Dingoes At My Baby is touring now through the South, but Oz said he'd drop by in about a month and check out the filming for the movie." Willow said, eyes lost and distant, probably focusing on some memory of her two-year boyfriend. They had gotten together when they had met at an Award show, instantly clicking. The two had started dating the next week, much to the dislike of their adoring fans.
Willow snapped out of her reverie, and looked at Buffy with pitying green eyes. She pushed away her now empty cup, and tossed back her red hair. "Listen, Buff, I know you're sad about this whole Spike/ movie thing. But let's forget about it now, and go shopping. Just like old times."
Buffy looked into her friends bright eyes, smile slipping over her features. Before the two had gotten majorly famous, they had always enjoyed shopping together and just hanging out. Ever since their A-list celebrity hit, they hadn't had any time with each other besides hurried phone calls or quick visits, and Buffy felt distant from her long time friend. She got up, slung her small bag over her shoulder, pulled her shades over her eyes, and grabbed Willow's arm.
"Okay, Will, let's roll."
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The cast and crew sat intently, or stood intently, in the case of the crew, as the director made his final pre-filming speech, and gave last minute suggestions. He was perched in the infamous directors chair, ever-present baseball hat on his head, loudspeaker resting beside his feet. Buffy had made sure to sit far away from Spike, who had seemed to have the same ideas about her. She knew it was immature, but she didn't know how else to communicate her hate towards him. So she chose the good ole 'cooties' way.
As Sylvio droned on, Buffy let her eyes and thoughts wander toward the other people in the large room. Willow, of course, was there, listening to the director attentively. She was seated beside some other actor Buffy didn't know, a tall, black man named Richard Gunn. Near Buffy was Xander Harris, a total hottie who Buffy had, uh, encountered before. When he had seen her he had given her a small smirk, which of course Spike had seen and started snickering loudly at. After a death glare from Buffy he had stopped, but it was still embarrassing for Buffy. She didn't know how she could concentrate with both her ex-lover and enemy in the same room.
There was a quiet blonde woman beside Buffy, named Tara Manning. Buffy had heard a lot about the shy star, and she wondered how it would be to work with her. Buffy focused her attention back on the director when he said, "All right everybody, any questions?"
Yeah, Buffy wanted to say, would it be too late to leave? Buffy was at a loss as how to interact with Spike, when she felt a bubbling rage when he was even inside the same ten mile radius near her. And now that he was seated a mere ten feet away, she felt like she would explode. All she could remember was the nasty comments he had made, and the break up he had caused between her and Angel. She was still sore from that one, especially since Angel had split with her so publicly. And from the quick glares Spike would shoot to her, she knew that it would not be a fun time. She sighed deeply and prayed to the heavens that she kept her cool and did not try to beat the shit out of Spike with her bare hands. Firstly, she knew that it would be all over the tabloids; secondly, it would ruin her role for the movie; and thirdly, judging be the way Spike's muscles moved under his form- fitting shirt, Buffy knew she couldn't take him. Oh God, oh sweet Lord, I can't believe I just complimented Spike on his muscles. I think I'll gag now.
Buffy shook her head and tossed back her blonde, wavy, hair, freshly done from the hair trailer. She stood up along with everyone else, and people started moving toward their designated spots. Today the place was crowded, because it was the first day of filming, but soon their would be less actors on set as not all of them were needed for particular shots. Buffy dearly hoped that all scenes between Spike and her would be relatively painless, especially any sex scenes. She could only imagine never ending embarrassment if Spike told the tabloids she was a bad kisser or something. That thought only made Buffy resent the Brit more.
Clutching the script in her hand, she quickly reread her lines for today. Ironically, the story was about two people that hated each other, yet that couldn't stay away. Buffy was playing Mercedes, a woman who was in love with the man that had killed her mafia father, Anthony Amatulli. Of course, Spike was playing Anthony and Buffy, Mercedes. Willow was playing Mercedes' best friend Alessia, the only one who knows about the torrid love affair. The story was almost Romeo and Juliet-esque, except with a different twist in the end. Being a hopeless romantic Buffy had immediately loved the script, one reason why she wouldn't back out of movie, Spike or no Spike.
Xander was playing the other lover of Mercedes', the one she is meant to marry and bear children too. Of course, he soon finds out about the affair in the end, and blinded by rage and unreturned love, he does something horrible. Tara played Mercedes mother, and Richard Gunn was playing a hit man for the mafia. The plot was intricate and enticing, and it was sure to be a hit. Buffy knew that she would put her best work forth in this movie, even though she had to work in, well, less-then-wonderful conditions. Sighing once more, she walked over to the middle of the outdoor scene, watching the light people fix the lamps so they were set for a sunny day. One particular man, dark-haired with bright blue eyes, looked down at her and winked when she caught his eye. She smiled back. Not my type, but a cutie anyways.
"Okay, perfect!" Sylvio called out, and everyone scurried away, leaving the shot empty except for Buffy and Spike, who was now sauntering over to her with a cocky gait. Buffy bit back a scowl, especially when he smirked irritatingly at her. She wanted to kick him right between the legs at the moment, but somehow refrained from doing so. He licked his full bottom lip, winked, and said "Hello, cutie."
Buffy gave him a quick flip of the finger, to which he laughed at, and then she looked back at the camera to see when filming would start. Spike was still chuckling when the director said "Lights! Camera! Action!" Finally. Buffy started reciting her lines in expert manner, tension thick in the air as she gazed into Spike's blue eyes 'lovingly'. Everyone on the set visibly winced at the two volatile blondes, as the hatred was practically visible in the air, and the tense acting reflected that. The director cringed, than yelled out "Cut! Cut." He looked at the two, than carefully spoke.
"Can you two pretend, for just three months, that you don't hate one another? We are all adults here, and I want this movie to be great. So, c'mon, let's do things right." He said, and Buffy rolled her hazel eyes, but nodded. Spike sighed dramatically then nodded too, running a hand through perfectly mussed hair. The director clapped happily once, then yelled for the filming to commence again.
Though Buffy was still seething, she somehow managed to deliver her lines as if she and Spike were actually lovers. But as she looked into his smirk, eyes glinting cockily, she knew that it was only a matter of time until she snapped on Mr. Gilbert, and showed him who was the ditzy fake blonde.
*To be continued