Star Struck

Author: Callie West

Summary: AU, William 'Spike' Edwards is the lead singer/guitar player in the top selling rock band in America. After a very harsh, very public breakup with one of the biggest Soap Star actresses in the country, he is crushed and throws himself even further into his music, swearing himself off of women. While promoting his bands new record he reluctantly agrees to be the goal in a nation wide contest. The winner ---- Buffy Summers.

Authors Note: Ah. Great the second chapter. I always suck at this. Bare with me people.

Distribution: Hey if you want it…then take it…just tell me first…I could use a good laugh.

Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot.

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(Chapter Two ~ The Prize)

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(1 Hour later, The parking lot)

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"I can't believe you did that… that was so sweet. How did you know about Wills secret crush on Oz?" Buffy asked Spike in amazement.

They had just escaped the horror that was the backstage of the studio. They had spent the past hour hanging with the band, Buffy and Willow drooling on their shoes with Spike and Oz not fairing to much better.

Spike had officially decided that he liked Buffy. The girl was a mystery. One second she was flirty and confident. The next she was blushing and stuttering like a little girl. Several times she had made him and the guys laugh with stories of her life, and she would be blunt in telling dirty jokes… but then he would call her pet or love and she would freeze up.

Willow had calmed after a few, short, but kind words from Oz and they had spent a lot of time together talking only to one another. But every time someone called them on it Willow would blush , and Oz would make an expression… which he rarely did…but when it happened…look out.

"Not a problem, pet. The guys love meeting gorgeous girls, that hang on to their every word." He said lightly, not noticing the look Buffy threw him when he referred to her being gorgeous. "And Red, sorta let it slip about her Oz lovin's. Plus it's bloody obvious. Did you see that glazed look in her eyes?"

"Oh…yeah…I guess." Buffy muttered, not so sure she liked him looking in Willow's eyes. 'Get a grip Summers! She's your best friend…plus you don't have a chance in hell with him anyway…he's only here cause he has to be.' And that thought just so very much cheered her up…not!

"Well, pet. Where to…we have the entire day to do anything you want…not to mention this amazing, fully stocked limo at our beck and call." He gestured to the long, sleek, black stretch Limo that was waiting for them to direct it.

"Um…well…okay, bring on the pressure why don't you. Uh, I don't really know. I guess somewhere not so crowded, I know I don't want my picture all over 'USA Today' for the next few weeks. Harmony would NEVER let me live that one down. How about this, you're the famous rock-star, you decide." Buffy finished looking at him with a glimmer of hope.

"Ah, ah, ah, pet. This is your day. You decide. No pressure and don't worry, I'll protect you from the big bad media." Spike smirked and gestured for her to enter the Limo, chuckling at the half-hearted whimper that came from her throat.

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(Sunnydale, 2 ½ Hours Later)

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"I can't believe we're doing this!" Buffy said for the tenth time in the past 2 hours. She was starring at him with something close to awe on her face. It had taken him a threat of severe tickling to get her to tell him where she wanted to spend the day.

She had stuttered for a few minutes and finally she told him that the only place she was comfortable was at home, her own turf. She just didn't now city… it made her a little edgy. So now they were on the road to her hometown. Born and raised. Spike hadn't thought twice about it. The second she let it slip he had been bound and determined to take her there. He had told the driver to hit the interstate before she could even draw the breath to protest.

"Luv, I told you, the deal was a Dream Day with Spike or some shit, which means it's what you want to do." Buffy sighed; she kept trying to forget that he wouldn't be within a thousand yards of her if it weren't for that stupid contest. She tried to imagine he was there of his own free will, …instead of being forced to by his stupid record company. She smiled at him and then looked back out of the window, watching the familiar houses and building come into view. She had only been away for a short time, but strangely she had missed it. L.A was just to damn scary.

She really was a down home girl.

"So, where do we got to first, pet?" Spike asked, not liking her quiet. He preferred her laughing, talking, and looking at him.

"Oh, I don't know. I was kinda thinking I could show you my house." She began, but then her forehead creased with worry, "I mean you don't have to go in or anything. Just drive by, I know you don't want to meet my family…forget it, we can go to the mall…or something." Buffy she stopped when she noticed that Spike was laughing at her.

"What?" She asked, her hands flying to her face in a self-conscious gesture. "What did I do?" But Spike just shook his head and smiled at her. "You're amazing you know that, pet?"

"I am?" Buffy asked confused. Then she brightened "Okay I am…. Wait why am I amazing again?" Her confused look back on.

Ignoring her question Spike just smiled and assured her. "I'd love to meet your family pet. Didn't you mention earlier about having a little sister?"

"Um, yeah…her name's Dawn. She's um, 11. She's the one who put me in this contest. I told the guys about her BSB phase…and, wait you were actually listening…. About my baby sister?" The blonde asked, stunned. He wanted to meet her weird family AND he listens when she rambled about her lame little sister. Was he high or something?

"Of course I was pet. All of the guys were. In fact I thought that someone was going to step on Xander's tongue. He seemed quite taken with you." His bitter tone confused her for a second.

"Xander?" She asked trying to place him.

"The whelp with the brown hair, big puppy eyes, over sized flannel shirt, baggy pants…Doofy smile permanently on his face?" He waited until her eyes lit up with recognition. "Oh…yeah the one that kept trying to look down my shirt…he was cute. A big kid, but cute."

"Now pet, I thought that you were a fan…and you don't even know the bands names?" He asked with a slight smirk. Buffy blushed and looked down sheepishly. "Well, uh…it's not so much the band as um, you."

She said, avoiding his eyes.

"I mean I love the music," She insisted quickly. "I mean I don't just buy the CD's cause you're sexy as hell, but it's a very large part, enormous really." She smiled at him shyly. "Plus, you having the absolute best voice ever might have something to do with it."

"You'd better stop pet, I might just get a big head." 'In more way's the one' he thought to himself smirking.

"Oh. God. I must sound like some cheep bimbo or something. You must expect me to ask for an autograph. Ugh. I so promised myself I wouldn't act like a fan. You are probably having a horrible time." Buffy muttered, embarrassed beyond belief.

Groaning, Spike just shook his head. This was gonna stop right now.

"Okay pet, lets fix this right now. I don't want you being nervous, embarrassed, or self-conscious around me at all. It's ridiculous okay? This day is supposed to be spent doing what ever you want so don't you for one second be worried about me not wanting to go somewhere, okay? Anywhere you want to go…I'm there. Understand?" When she nodded, he smiled big and pushed the call button. "Now pet…what's your address?"

Smiling slightly, Buffy scooted over in the seat to talk to the driver.

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(1630 Revello Drive, Sunnydale California)

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Buffy grinned as Spike took her hand, helping her out of the limo. "Quite the Gentlemen…aren't you?" She teased. After thinking about it for a while Buffy had decided that Spike was right. No big shock there. She did need to relax around him.

He was just a guy. Granted an incredibly sexy, famous and rich guy, but still a guy. There wasn't any reason for her to make a fool out of herself. She had decided to just treat him like any other man. Like Pike or Jessie.

Plus even if she did embarrass herself, it wasn't like she'd ever see him again after today. No one would know. And he was sure to forget her in a week's time. So it really wasn't something to stress over.

"Well, luv here we go. You know I don't think I've ever met the parents on the first date before." He joked…smiling in relief when Buffy didn't blush. "Yeah, well. This isn't your average date now is it?" Buffy responded with a teasing smile.

"Ta, luv. I think it's much better than an average date." He smirked.

Then they were at the front door. Sighing, Buffy dug through her pants pockets for her keys, smiling when her fingers brushed the Scooby-Doo key chain. It had been a gift from Willow. The redhead was obsessed with the show and went through a period in 9th grade where she swore to herself that she was going to convert everyone from 'those stupid Beanie Babies' to 'The Best Cartoon Ever'. Her first attempt was to go and buy out the local mall's supply of Scooby Merchandise and just thrown something related to the show at anyone who would stand still long enough. She had completely drained the savings account that her great-grandmother had left her. Her mother had not been pleased.

She pulled the keys from her pocket and unlocked the door smiled back at Spike and stepped into the house. "Mom?" She called. "Dawn? Anybody here? I've gotta surprise for you." She sing-songed, a silly grin on her face. She didn't bother calling for her step-dad….she knew he was at work.

"Buffy? Honey is that you? I thought that you got to spend the whole day with that adorable rock guy. What happened?" Joyce Summers called from the kitchen, confusion evident in her voice. Buffy smiled and turned to Spike and gestured for him to come in.

"Yeah, Mom. Come here. And where's Dawn?" Buffy asked, leading Spike into the living room.

"I'm right here. What happened? Did you blow…Oh. Hey." Dawn's eyes were wide with question as she looked at the famous signer standing in her living room, smiling at her baby pictures on the mantle.

"Ah, um…you must be Mr. Edwards. I'm Joyce Summers, nice to meet you." Joyce greeted, holding out her hand, she looked from Spike to Buffy her brows raised in shock.

"It's a pleasure, Mrs. Summers. And please… call me William." Spike insisted, taking her hand.

"Of course, you'll excuse my shock, but it's not ever day we have a MTV regular in our living room." She joked, her voice wavering just a tad in nervousness.

"Now I've already had this conversation with your eldest. I won't except anyone treating me like I'm different from you. " Spike insisted, smiling when Joyce chuckled.

"Um…hello? Annoyingly cute little sister wondering what the hell is going on here?" Dawn demanded from the corner. Her stunned gaze switching from Buffy and Spike.

"Dawn Summers! Language!" Joyce scolded, her expression stern. Dawn at least had the decency to look ashamed.

"Sorry Mom. But hello? Famous, sexy rock star standing in my home when he supposed to be in L.A being annoyed with my pathetic older sister and her lame jokes. Not seeing the connection." The eleven year old stated matter-of-factly.

"That's my daughter." Joyce muttered, blushing at Dawns bluntness.

"She is a spitfire, Joyce. You should be proud." Spike chuckled. Dawn grinned proudly. Buffy and Joyce snorted.

"Spike, " Buffy said dramatically, pointing at the blonde, "This is my bratty little sister, Dawnie. Don't let the innocent expression fool you…she's lethal. You should have seen her when the Millennium tour sold out in 11 seconds… it got ugly." Buffy teased. Grinning at Dawn's glare.

The pre-teen smiled and bravely walked up to Spike holding out her hand, the one that was covered in body-glitter. Her large blue eyes widened even further when she got an up close look. "Wow…your ass is even better up close than on TRL." She giggled when he appeared to have starting choking on his own tongue.

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(L.A, California 11:00pm)

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Buffy groaned as she stretched her tired body. She was thrilled to finally be out of that damn Limo. Sure, it was comfortable, but being in a vehicle for two and a half hours straight after a night of dancing could really wreck havoc on your muscles.

"Tired, pet?" Spike purred from behind her, making her jump.

"Ugh, yeah. I haven't partied that hard at the Bronze in a while. Jessie doesn't really like to dance. And Pike…well he likes to think he can dance." She joked, thinking of her two best guy friends. She couldn't wait to tell them about Spike flirting with her in front of the fang-gang at the Bronze. Harmony had been steaming.

"Jessie? You never mentioned a boyfriend." Spike said sharply, his infamous jealousy flaring up.

"Jessie?" Not being able to contain it Buffy doubled over with laughter. "Oh….oh….boy….that was a good one. Me and…and…and Jessie Campbell…that is funny." Looking up at him, Buffy realized that Spike didn't see the humor.

"Oh…I'm sorry. I didn't tell you…Jessie's gay. He is so gay he has his gran-mother setting him up with guys." Buffy giggled when she thought of the guys his Granny actually set him up with. They weren't exactly A material more like G.

"Oh, well that's…yeah." Spike stuttered, slightly embarrassed…he couldn't figure out why he had gotten so upset anyway. It wasn't like he'd ever see the girl again anyway. What should he care if she did have a man at home. It wasn't like it was his business.

"Ugh, this day went by to fast." Buffy complained. But even with their limited time, they had done plenty. After spending lunch at her house, they had given the driver sometime off and just walked around. They hit the mall for a while, ignoring the blatant stares they were getting. After the mall they swung by the Espresso Pump, then visited Buffy's dog at the pet shop. Well it was her dog until they sold it. Or until she got the stones to ask her Mom if she could bring it home.

After that they joked around in the Magic Box…just for a laugh. Buffy actually bought a funky paper weight…the Creepy guy behind the counter said it was called 'The Orb of Thesula ' or something weird like that. It was on sale.

About that time it had started to get dark and when asked what else was to do in Sunnydale Buffy automatically dragged him to the 'Bad Side' of town and into the Bronze. After the third person came up to Spike and asked him to sing, Buffy had suggested they leave. Spike refused, saying that they had to stay for atleast one dance. One dance turned into two….two turned into five and five turned into hours.

They danced, they eat, they drank, Spike brushed Harmony off…all together Buffy had had a blast.

"I agree. Too bad the contest only lasted a day. I had fun…especially meeting the Summers clan. That sister of yours is gonna knock em' dead when the time comes." Spike said walking in step with Buffy towards his car.

"Yeah…I fear for all man. She's gonna ruin some lives that one….oh and I'm really sorry about that commando question….The one you never answered by the way." Buffy teased with a raised eyebrow.

"For good reason too. Don't want to scar the little bit for life now do we?" He joked, reaching his car.

"Whoa…nice wheels." Came the deadpan comment from Buffy.

"Hey…this is quality craftsmanship right here. I've had this baby since I was 15. " He asserted. No one, not even the beauty in front of him was allowed to insult his Desoto.

"What ever you say…cutie." Buffy said condescendingly. And she could have sworn he growled. Shaking her head at the logic of men she looked down at her 'Angel' wrist watch. "God, where is Willow? I told here 11:15. I even called to remind her. I bet she's found some hottie to shack up with. The slut." Buffy grumbled good-naturedly.

"I heard that!" Buffy spun around in shock, to face her expectant face of her best friend. "Utoh" The blonde muttered. Then she faced Spike again. "You knew she was there didn't you, bleach boy?"

He just gave her a patented 'Who me?' face, to which she rolled her eyes. "Cute." She sneered.

"You guys have fun?" Willow asked, coming to stand beside them…Buffy wondered why she was starring pointedly at Spike. "Yes, Mistress Willow…do I get a cookie now?" Spike asked…his face the picture of boyish innocence.

Willow just raised her eyebrows and then faced Buffy. "What the hell did you do to him? He was sane when I left him." The redhead declared firmly.

"I might have introduced him to the family." Buffy admitted shamefully.

"Ah…all explained. So you actually survived the little sis, huh?" Willow winked at Spike.

"Yeah…it was tough but I was brave." He said solemnly, playing along.

"Don't worry, people usually recover in three to four days." She said in a doctor like voice.

"That's a relief." He said, whipping away imaginary sweat from his forehead.

"Ugh, well, guys I hate to break-up the flirt-a-thon but some of us have to sleep before a very long drive home tomorrow." Buffy interrupted the duo, a mock-stern look on her face.

"Yes, mom." They both whined.

"Funny. Now Will, can you wait in the car for me please?" Buffy asked her friend. Sneaking a look at Spike, smiling when he nodded.

"Fine. Fine. I know when I'm not wanted. Just remember two words for me. Jail and bait. Bye Spike." She giggled leaving the two in silence.

They just stood for a second, looking around at the deserted parking lot, thinking about what to do next. Finally Buffy broke the silence.

"Well, I guess I should be going. I had a great time." She said softly.

"Yeah, best date I've had in a while." He agreed, just as softly.

"You know technically this wasn't a date. Dates involve the willing. You were forced."

Buffy reminded him.

"Hey. Don't say that. I am never forced. I was very willing for this DATE…" Spike contended.

"Yeah.." She said skeptically. "And plus, we both know that dates tend to end with a goodnight kiss…and we also both know that's not gonna hap…"

Buffy never finished…her justification was cut of by Spike's lips.

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~TBC~

Okay how evil am I?

I know it was a horrible place to stop.

That's why I did it…he…he.

I hope you liked it. I worked kinda hard on it.

I think it turned out okay for a normally dreadful second chapters.

I hate that this chapter was shorter….but hopefully the next will be as long…or even longer than the first one….expect it by Friday.

Words: 3480

Next Chapter: The Call

Author Notes: You'll notice several references to stuff from the show through-out the story. Hope they weren't too obvious. Or lame. I also wanted to thank everyone that reviewed me…I'm glowing. You guys are awesome. I love you so much. Oh, also someone commented that since I made several people point out that Buffy's under-age that that would mean no Spuffy smut. Wrong! I am planning on plenty of B/S smut. After all Spike is a bad boy. It wouldn't be any fun if he played by the rules…now would it? So expected plenty of smooches in the future….oh but one thing….I can't write smut all that well…if there is any writer out there that can make ice melt with their naughty writing…then I'd love to make you a co-author.