Desire
A/N: Hi. Well this is my new story. I hope you enjoy it! Please read and review!!
Rating: Pg13 for now....
Feedback: Yes Please!!
Disclaimer: Joss, I'll give you $100,000,000 for Spike! How about it?! Well for now, I don't own him.....yet.
Summary: Buffy Summers- a fresh upcoming model in the business is hired to do an intimate photo-shoot with Spike Johnson- the hottest thing in music. They will be the king and queen of the year...but does hatred and desire turn them into the couple of the year? B/S
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Buffy Summers franted around her nicely furnished apartment until she landed on her comfy, canopy bed made for a princess. She grabbed the remote that was on her wooden dresser and turned on her television. She had to smile at the sight she saw. Her face was plastered all over the screen on Style. It was rambling on about her early start at her career, and how she became a big success over night. Of course, Buffy had all heard this before.
" Oh look! Me-T.V." Buffy droned as she tried to turn on a channel without her being exposed on it. She turned on MTV where she saw tons of fans pouring themselves on a band. Why anyone would do that for a guy they could never have was beyond her.
She turned off her television and had an idea. She leaned over and put on socks and walked over to her long wodden hallway. She gasped the air as she closed her eyes.
" Here goes nothing!" Buffy whispered to herself as she raced down the hallway and slid on her socks going at fast speed. "Woohoo!" Buffy yelled in excitement at the fun she was having. Of course, that came to a brutal end when she knocked into her maid and was sprawled over the floor in pain.
" Got to say, wasn't expecting that." Buffy fumbled as a hand was extended to her.
" Buffy! Come on child, you know you can get hurt doing that. And I'm tired of cleaning the floors after you mucked them up." Flora advised her brushing her off. Buffy smiled. Flora was the only parent she knew, even though she wasn't her moth, she felt like one.
" I'm sorry Flora. I got bored and it won't happen again." Buffy said seriously saluting her. Flora smiled and walked away shaking her head. Buffy giggled quietly to herself as she strode to her mirror and picked up her comb.
She began to brush her honey blonde silky hair as the phone rang. She ran over to it anxiously and picked up the reciever.
" Hello?" A familiar voice came over the phone. Buffy smiled into the phone.
" Hey Wills! Whats the agenda for the week? Runways? Fittings? Meetings?" Buffy asked already bored with the conversation. Buffy was an upcoming model since last year. She was growing into the business quite well. Her face was all over everything, and every designer wanted her to be in their shows and runways. She had stricken the hearts of many.
" Oh my gosh you are so going to gush when you hear this! Your going to love me!" Willow exclaimed as Buffy could hear her jumping up and down where she was.
" What is it?! Tell me!" Buffy shouted running her hands through her smooth hair. They don't lie, that expensive conditioner really does work.
" Okay, okay! Get this! Cosmo, Covergirl, Woman, and Vogue hired *you* to do a full photo lay out with some guy for their magazines! The pictures will be all over for a while! I mean everywhere! You will be the Queen and King of the year!" Willow shouted as Buffy jumped up from her sitting position and started jumping up in joy, joining her friend in her excitement.
" Oh my gosh! Are you serious?! Me? Queen of the Year! Wow! I don't know what to say! Thank-you!" Buffy screamed calming her nerves.
" I know! Apparently your like the biggest news this year. Its incredible!" Willow said getting in a deep breath.
" So tell me more!" Buffy begged for details.
" Alright well your plane leaves in two days. Your flying out to New York, and there should be a limo waiting for you there. It will take you to the hotel you will be staying at. Then the next morning you will go in and meet everyone, and the director and photographer will explain everything to you. Different shots and such." Willow explained. Willow was not only her best friend, but her manager.
" New York! Cool! I wouldn't mind getting away from the L.A area. So tell me more about this guy, the King." Buffy joked, her hands permanently clenched to the phone now.
" Not sure. But hes supposed to be really hot, and popular and such. Don't worry about it, he'll be under the Buffy thrall in no time. But Buffy...?" Willow asked her voice getting serious.
" Well I hope hes a babe. What is it?" Buffy asked concerned.
" Uh....well..you see, er.." Willow babbled on. Buffy knew she was nervous, because when she rambled on, it was serious.
" What is it Willow?!" Buffy shouted getting annoyed with her impatientness.
" The photos are kind of, er...intimate." As Willow spoke these words Buffy came to a halt.
" How intimate we talking?" Buffy asked suspiciously.
" Well between..very close..and heating the room up." Willow said as Buffy raised her brow in confusion.
" What are you talking about?" Buffy asked.
" The shots of you and him are close together. I've only been told a few but..." Willow clenched her teeth.
" No problem Will. Its totally cool. I can do it, no sweat." Buffy said as they said their good byes and hung up the phone.
" Wow, New York!" Buffy muttered to herself as she went to tell Flora about her plans and what she needed to pack.
Buffy had searched the entire place but couldn't find her. Oh well, she would fill her in later. Right after some serious pie-eating. Buffy thought as she walked over to the delicious pie in her huge kitchen. She took a fork to it and began muching by herself, looking around at the empty palace.
Buffy got lonely a lot. She didn't have any neighbors since she owned the whole floor. It was just her and her servants, which is most likely why she had such a close bond with each one. Willow was her only true friend since the third grade. Buffy's mom and dad divorced when she was young, and her mom entered Buffy into a pageant once, and things just cas-caded from there. And she was a star model now, although she hadn't dropped her kid- like qualities and clumsiness. Buffy couldn't loose her friend, so she hired Willow as her manager. Since she knew she could trust her, and she was good with numbers and things. Unlike her. Her mom moved away when she had enough money to buy her a wonderful house, and kept little contact with her daughter then. That led her to now...eating pie in a kitchen, alone.
Buffy dismissed her thoughts as she was in dire need of milk. She got up and poured herself a glass. Buffy wasn't an average, stuck-up, bratty model. She had heart, and shared it with others. She never actually had a real boyfriend. Well there was one...Angel, but hes history. She started to think of this mystery guy..the photo- shoot one.
'I hope hes cute. Muscular, but not too muscular, great eyes, strong hands, abs, original....' Buffy got lost in her thoughts as she propped herself onto her leather couch and began to pet her small dog Zoey.
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TBC....
Dedication- Zoey is the cutest little dog that my best friend Kim owns. We have an inside joke about it and I felt the name was appropriate.
Next- Buffy goes to New York, meets the blonde hot wonder Spike, gets aquainted with him. But do sparks or insults fly? Is it love at first site or hatred? Maybe desire...hmm.. Also, the explanition of the very 'intimate' shots.
Please review and keep reading!! Much love!
A/N: Hi. Well this is my new story. I hope you enjoy it! Please read and review!!
Rating: Pg13 for now....
Feedback: Yes Please!!
Disclaimer: Joss, I'll give you $100,000,000 for Spike! How about it?! Well for now, I don't own him.....yet.
Summary: Buffy Summers- a fresh upcoming model in the business is hired to do an intimate photo-shoot with Spike Johnson- the hottest thing in music. They will be the king and queen of the year...but does hatred and desire turn them into the couple of the year? B/S
______________________
Buffy Summers franted around her nicely furnished apartment until she landed on her comfy, canopy bed made for a princess. She grabbed the remote that was on her wooden dresser and turned on her television. She had to smile at the sight she saw. Her face was plastered all over the screen on Style. It was rambling on about her early start at her career, and how she became a big success over night. Of course, Buffy had all heard this before.
" Oh look! Me-T.V." Buffy droned as she tried to turn on a channel without her being exposed on it. She turned on MTV where she saw tons of fans pouring themselves on a band. Why anyone would do that for a guy they could never have was beyond her.
She turned off her television and had an idea. She leaned over and put on socks and walked over to her long wodden hallway. She gasped the air as she closed her eyes.
" Here goes nothing!" Buffy whispered to herself as she raced down the hallway and slid on her socks going at fast speed. "Woohoo!" Buffy yelled in excitement at the fun she was having. Of course, that came to a brutal end when she knocked into her maid and was sprawled over the floor in pain.
" Got to say, wasn't expecting that." Buffy fumbled as a hand was extended to her.
" Buffy! Come on child, you know you can get hurt doing that. And I'm tired of cleaning the floors after you mucked them up." Flora advised her brushing her off. Buffy smiled. Flora was the only parent she knew, even though she wasn't her moth, she felt like one.
" I'm sorry Flora. I got bored and it won't happen again." Buffy said seriously saluting her. Flora smiled and walked away shaking her head. Buffy giggled quietly to herself as she strode to her mirror and picked up her comb.
She began to brush her honey blonde silky hair as the phone rang. She ran over to it anxiously and picked up the reciever.
" Hello?" A familiar voice came over the phone. Buffy smiled into the phone.
" Hey Wills! Whats the agenda for the week? Runways? Fittings? Meetings?" Buffy asked already bored with the conversation. Buffy was an upcoming model since last year. She was growing into the business quite well. Her face was all over everything, and every designer wanted her to be in their shows and runways. She had stricken the hearts of many.
" Oh my gosh you are so going to gush when you hear this! Your going to love me!" Willow exclaimed as Buffy could hear her jumping up and down where she was.
" What is it?! Tell me!" Buffy shouted running her hands through her smooth hair. They don't lie, that expensive conditioner really does work.
" Okay, okay! Get this! Cosmo, Covergirl, Woman, and Vogue hired *you* to do a full photo lay out with some guy for their magazines! The pictures will be all over for a while! I mean everywhere! You will be the Queen and King of the year!" Willow shouted as Buffy jumped up from her sitting position and started jumping up in joy, joining her friend in her excitement.
" Oh my gosh! Are you serious?! Me? Queen of the Year! Wow! I don't know what to say! Thank-you!" Buffy screamed calming her nerves.
" I know! Apparently your like the biggest news this year. Its incredible!" Willow said getting in a deep breath.
" So tell me more!" Buffy begged for details.
" Alright well your plane leaves in two days. Your flying out to New York, and there should be a limo waiting for you there. It will take you to the hotel you will be staying at. Then the next morning you will go in and meet everyone, and the director and photographer will explain everything to you. Different shots and such." Willow explained. Willow was not only her best friend, but her manager.
" New York! Cool! I wouldn't mind getting away from the L.A area. So tell me more about this guy, the King." Buffy joked, her hands permanently clenched to the phone now.
" Not sure. But hes supposed to be really hot, and popular and such. Don't worry about it, he'll be under the Buffy thrall in no time. But Buffy...?" Willow asked her voice getting serious.
" Well I hope hes a babe. What is it?" Buffy asked concerned.
" Uh....well..you see, er.." Willow babbled on. Buffy knew she was nervous, because when she rambled on, it was serious.
" What is it Willow?!" Buffy shouted getting annoyed with her impatientness.
" The photos are kind of, er...intimate." As Willow spoke these words Buffy came to a halt.
" How intimate we talking?" Buffy asked suspiciously.
" Well between..very close..and heating the room up." Willow said as Buffy raised her brow in confusion.
" What are you talking about?" Buffy asked.
" The shots of you and him are close together. I've only been told a few but..." Willow clenched her teeth.
" No problem Will. Its totally cool. I can do it, no sweat." Buffy said as they said their good byes and hung up the phone.
" Wow, New York!" Buffy muttered to herself as she went to tell Flora about her plans and what she needed to pack.
Buffy had searched the entire place but couldn't find her. Oh well, she would fill her in later. Right after some serious pie-eating. Buffy thought as she walked over to the delicious pie in her huge kitchen. She took a fork to it and began muching by herself, looking around at the empty palace.
Buffy got lonely a lot. She didn't have any neighbors since she owned the whole floor. It was just her and her servants, which is most likely why she had such a close bond with each one. Willow was her only true friend since the third grade. Buffy's mom and dad divorced when she was young, and her mom entered Buffy into a pageant once, and things just cas-caded from there. And she was a star model now, although she hadn't dropped her kid- like qualities and clumsiness. Buffy couldn't loose her friend, so she hired Willow as her manager. Since she knew she could trust her, and she was good with numbers and things. Unlike her. Her mom moved away when she had enough money to buy her a wonderful house, and kept little contact with her daughter then. That led her to now...eating pie in a kitchen, alone.
Buffy dismissed her thoughts as she was in dire need of milk. She got up and poured herself a glass. Buffy wasn't an average, stuck-up, bratty model. She had heart, and shared it with others. She never actually had a real boyfriend. Well there was one...Angel, but hes history. She started to think of this mystery guy..the photo- shoot one.
'I hope hes cute. Muscular, but not too muscular, great eyes, strong hands, abs, original....' Buffy got lost in her thoughts as she propped herself onto her leather couch and began to pet her small dog Zoey.
________________
TBC....
Dedication- Zoey is the cutest little dog that my best friend Kim owns. We have an inside joke about it and I felt the name was appropriate.
Next- Buffy goes to New York, meets the blonde hot wonder Spike, gets aquainted with him. But do sparks or insults fly? Is it love at first site or hatred? Maybe desire...hmm.. Also, the explanition of the very 'intimate' shots.
Please review and keep reading!! Much love!