The Glamorous Life
Author: Callie West
Summary: AU, Elizabeth Stanhope is the highest paid actress in Hollywood. She is also the most frigid. When she is cast in the highly anticipated romantic comedy 'Love in New York' her personally chosen leading man falls suddenly ill and must be replaced. And much to her displeasure the only one for the job is the man she hoped never to see again.
Distribution: If you want it then take it….heck even if you don't want it take it.
Disclaimer: Here you go again making me admit that I don't own Spike…you people are just mean.
Authors Notes: If you've read the latest chapter of 'Star Struck' then you all know why the hell I haven't updated in a while. So I can skip that incredibly annoying part, anyway I've been getting a lot of reviews that basically say 'What the hell?' I actually made Spike out to be a very naughty boy didn't I? *evil laugh* He cheated on our sweet innocent Buffy…how dare he the evil bastard? *sobs loudly* Well to tell the truth it wasn't all his fault…no really it wasn't I'll be the first to defend him…and to anyone who might wonder yes this is still a Buffy/Spike story and eventually there will be really gross mushy smoochies.
Feedback: *Pout* I am extremely confused here people. Does this story just suck or something…I mean 'Star Struck' is getting all the attention while my poor little glam life is being left out in the cold. Is it not good enough? I mean I've gotten reviews, lots of them…but 'Star Struck' has almost 5 times as many. * Pout * I'm begging here people…review me…please.
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Chapter 4 ~ Get it over with
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(The Set, October 22, 2002)
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Dawn couldn't help it. She was dying. It was just too much for her to take. Cordelia looked over at her in shock.
"Dawn Summers. I hardly think this is the time to be laughing your cute little ass off, young lady." The older woman admonished.
"Oh please Cord, I see you cringing every time you gnaw on your tongue. Your dying to crack up to….admit it." The girl said, her hand on her hip, her blue eyes flashing.
"Fine, fine okay I'll give a little. It is kinda….amusing. I mean look at them." Cordelia defended.
Doing as asked Dawn looked towards the set at the furious Assistant Director, the stressed make-up woman, and the defiant Elizabeth.
When William and Elizabeth had agreed to have a truce they knew it would be at all easy. But this was just down right impossible.
Elizabeth was waving her arms around like a lunatic and William was sulking in the corner by the fake window rubbing the newest collection of slap marks.
The two women could hear the Make-up woman trying to calmly explain to Elizabeth that she could keep slapping William, the make-up could only cover up so much. And Anya the Assistant Director was yelling about Budget cuts and how having the movie crash at the Box Office because the leading man's handsome face was completely disfigured.
Finally, the girls decided to take mercy on the woman and talk to their friend.
"Excuse us, well handle it…that's it go on and put blush on something." Shooing the two people away Dawn turned to her sister and grinned at the petulant look she wore.
"Elizabeth, sweetie…it's a romantic comedy. You knew this would happen eventually. " The girl argued realistically.
"Yeah, but that doesn't mean that I have to like it. Plus, you saw that look he gave me when he read today's script. I know he's been planning this…with that arrogant smirk of his." The blonde slyly left out the part about how the look he sent her sent tingles down her spine and made her pulse race.
"It's just a kiss, Elizabeth, You've done it a thousand times." When the blonde gave her a raised eyebrow Cordy quickly amended. "Well, maybe not a thousand…more like a…hundred?"
"Fine." Elizabeth huffed, pushing her shoulders back and held her head up high.
Dawn and Cordelia looked at each other for a second, lips quivering then burst out laughing, and had to leave the stage.
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(Same time, In the corner)
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William was sulking.
There was no better term for it. But he had a perfectly good excuse. He had been slapped. For the third time in as many days. It wasn't his week at all. No matter what he did or how much he laid on the charm he was always getting slapped. And not just an ordinary slap but a bitch slap. It sucked.
All he did was casually point out to the bird that the elusive 'make-out scene' was on schedule for today and she hauled off and belted him one.
Okay so maybe he could have left out the smirk, and that little comment about steaming up the camera, but he was just joking, and she bloody well knew it. She was just looking for a reason to fight.
So he screwed up three years ago.
So he broke her heart and ruined the only hope she had ever had for the male gender.
Was that so bad?
Don't answer that.
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(Same time, On way to corner)…don't you hate these things…lol
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'I can do this. I can so do this. I am woman hear me roar…okay now that was just so very pathetic. But I can. I can go up to him. Say I'm sorry for bitch slapping him…again, and make with the nice. Not too nice now. Cause that would be yuck. Or not so yuck. Maybe even good…he he. No! Not good…horrible and icky. Not of the good. He was yucky and disgusting…and a big poop head….and can I get more third grade, next I'll be insisting that he's got a bad case of the cuties.'
'God, I'm pathetic.'
Finally, she had reached her point, standing right in front of William. He didn't look so happy to see her. She looked him in the eye and spoke calmly and rationally, which scared him all the more.
"Okay, first off. I am sorry for slapping you senseless. But in all fairness you did deserve it. Secondly I don't think that either of us intended to put each other in the hospital when we made that truce. So I think that it would be better if we just forgot everything and pretend that you didn't screwed me over by fucking that whore and act like we are just the average actors trying to finish a movie." She held it together very nicely, ignoring the way his eyes darkened when she got a bit too close, the way his jaw flexed when she delivered the 'fucking that whore' line. She forgot that he wasn't used to her swearing. She forgot that she once was sweet and innocent, and that she used to blush at the word 'fuck'.
But she apparently wasn't finished, because right as he opened his mouth to speak she started u again, in the same emotionless tone, her face impassive. "But unfortunately, I seem to have a slight problem with that little arrangement. It seems that I have a bit of a grudge that most women have after their husbands fuck their agents. So I think that the best thing we could do is talk this through. We never did that, you know with the knife being surgically removed from my heart. What do you think?" Finally she gave him a chance to speak.
"Oh I have some say so in it? I'm flattered." He paused to give her a chance to absorb just how sarcastic that statement was. "I would love to chat this out with you pet. But I have a very strong feeling that you won't believe a word that comes out of my mouth. I didn't try it then and I don't think it'll happen now." He warned her, even though he knew she'd only whine until she got her way, she was good at that.
"Look, dip shit, we are going to talk this though like the rational adults that we both know I am, and you can tell what ever lie you want, I just want to get it over with, I'm sick of hating the ground you walk on. I'd be much happier if I could just want you dead, instead of wishing I was the cause of it. So we are going to my place tonight, and 'chat this out' as you so annoyingly put it, then I can go back to my wonderful life, and you can go back to being a jack ass. How about it?" The look she gave him plainly said that he didn't even have a word to say in the matter.
So, to recover even a hint of his pride he put on his smirk and said in his best 'big bad' voice. "Sounds smashing, love. Should I bring the wine?"
Buffy's eyes fixed on a point above his head, gnawed on her tongue and slowly walked away from him. Praying silently for the strength to stop from slapping him again.
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~TBC~
Next chapter 'The Talk'…yay! More flashbacks I'm so excited….sort of.
Plus we finally find out what the hell possessed Spike to screw Buffy's agent…and we find out who the agent was…I can hardly wait….oh yeah…review.