Star Struck

Author: Callie

Summary: AU, William Edwards is the lead signer of the top selling band in the country. After a very harsh, very public breakup with one of the biggest Actresses on the top rated Soap Opera in the country he throws himself even further into his music and swears off women. That is until he meets the winner of a nation wide contest ----the winner, Buffy Summers.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything.

Distribution: Take it if you want it…just email me first.

Authors Note: I am so so so so so sorry that this took so long to get up, but I've been so busy and I'm working on another story that I hope will be posted within the next few days and ugh it's just been a mess. Again with the sorry. This is just a very small chapter to keep the bloodhounds under control…this is the space between chapter 2 and 3….enjoy.

Feedback: I want it. I crave it. I live for it.

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Interlude

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(L.A California, The Next Day)

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She was in Hell.

That was the only explanation that Buffy could come up with.

She most definitely had to be in Hell.

Otherwise, there was no possible way that her supposed best friend would be shaking her and practically squealing in her ear at 7:00 am.

Cautiously opening one eye slightly Buffy took in the jittery form of her ex-best pal.

"Bufffffffffffffyyyyyyyyyy! Come onnnnnnnnnnn. Get uuuuppppppppp! I wanna go shopping!" The red head wined incessantly.

Well, maybe Hell was a bit overkill. If shopping was allowed then it couldn't be so bad. After all she did have her Dad's credit card.

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( Downtown, L.A, Noon)

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"I don't know. I still think I spent way too much on those shoes. I know Dad said I could spend whatever but he's still gonna bust a vein when he gets the bill for 600$ clogs." Buffy contemplated.

"Hey, don't stress, he does owe you for skipping your last…what? Six birthdays? It's time to kiss up." Willow rationalized. "What we really have to worry about is what my Mom's gonna say when she sees this." The red-head said while pulling up her 'Spoiled Brat' T-shirt to reveal her brand new naval ring.

"Oh, don't freak, you can just tell her that I forced you. You know how she's always going on about the whole 'peer-pressure' thing. Just tell her that you're a victim of your generation. She'll eat it up. It'll give her something to talk about at her next 'Parents of Dilquents' meetings at the local Library." The blonde soothed, her gaze shot from her vanilla mocha when she heard a familiar British accent from the street.

"Do you think he's cute? Buffy?…Buffy? Buff?" Willow turned away from the way hot waiter to see what had her friend so distracted. "Oh. God. "

"Ditto. What the hell is he doing here?"

"I don't know, but he's not alone."

Both girls starred dumbfounded at the two gorgeous guys walking towards the outdoor restaurant at which the were currently eating. "Oh shit." Buffy cried, finally getting that she was a very few feet away from Spike Edwards…again! "What the HELL is he doing here?" She hissed, her face showing her panic.

"I…I don't know. Oh fuck! Do I look okay?" Willow asked joining Buffy in freaking out. Oz…Daniel freakin' Osbourne was three feet from her. Not a good thing.

"Um, okay…we can deal with this. Or at least I think we can. Can we?" Buffy asked suddenly not so sure.

It was one thing to spend the day with him cause of a contest, but it was completely different to just run in to him. Different and damn scary.

"Okay, just calm down…maybe they won't even notice us…we probably just freaking out for nothing! They're just going to walk on by us without even batting a eye….watch….see." But the second the words left Willow's mouth the girls saw both of the guys head in their direction.

They had been spotted.

Not good.

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( L.A Noon, Across the street from the restaurant)

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"Oz, mate. I need you help here. Not that you're a bad friend, but I'm going mad here and you're just starring off in space." Spike had been spilling his guts to Oz for at least two hours now and the green haired guy was just standing there acting as though he was high. It was very off-putting.

"Spike, buddy. Am I dead, or is that the gorgeous red head from yesterday?" The drummer asked numbly, his normally expressionless face lit up with a dreamy smile.

"What?" The blonde asked sharply. Red head. Yesterday. All of it added up to one amazing thing…Buffy.

"Are you suddenly feeling very hungry?" Spike asked Oz pointedly.

"Famished." The man answered, his feet already carrying him toward the outdoor restaurant.

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(The Girls Table)

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"Okay…let's go into full on girly mode here. Pretend that I just said something incredibly funny an we were so involved in our world that we didn't even see them…got it?" Buffy asked quickly…mentally calculating how much time they had left.

"Got it…ready? 1….2….3…" At that Willow burst into a fit of really believable giggles.

"Can you believe she said that?" Buffy asked, an almost sincere grin on her face.

"I know…she is such a loser." Willow spoke around her giggles.

"I tried to tell her that Scott was Gay but you know how hard headed Amy can be." The blonde said playing along. Then she nodded slightly to the red head to signal that the guys were very close.

Incoming in 1….2…3….lift off.

"Hello, cutie." Buffy spun around sharply, her eyes wide…her face the perfect picture of surprise. "Spike! Oh my God. What are you doing here?" She asked, her voice belying her shattered nerves.

"Just out for a bit of lunch, pet. Hello, red." The man directed his voice to the girl beside the blonde, his eyes however never left Buffy. Not that it mattered much, considering Willow couldn't have cared less, her eyes were concentrated fully on avoiding Oz's. She had to remain cool and slick after all.

"Um, well, since your already here, would you like to sit with us?" The blonde asked casually. Spike, ever the gentleman first asked Willow if it was okay, she muttered a quiet sure, her face flaming and her eyes focused on a thread hanging from the table cloth.

"Oz?" Spike asked distractedly, his feet already leading him toward the chair beside Buffy. "Cool." The shorter man stated simply.

"Mind if I sit here?" He asked Willow. Reluctantly the red head looked up and into the guys eyes. "Sure. Be my guest." She said with a timid smile. "Cool." He said simply, pulling out the chair and flopping down in it, his posture faced toward Willow.

"So…how long are you girls staying in the city?" Spike left the question open to whoever wanted to answer, but Willow didn't ever bother.

"Well, I can't drive for beans, and Willow despises to drive at night, so I guess around five." Buffy told him, her cheeks flaming when she remembered why Willow didn't like to drive at night. Unfortunately Spike noticed. "What?" He questioned, smiling.

"Oh, " Willow squealed, her shyness forgotten over the chance to humiliate Buffy. "Okay about a year ago Buffy went out on a date with this really cute guy from school, Owen. Now Pike, Jesse and me all knew he had a reputation for seducing innocent virgins, or whatever. It was his thing. Buffy never believed it. And me and the guys didn't want her to get hurt, so here we go off following them around town in My Mom's Lexus. The whole time Pike and Jesse are swearing that they'll pound Owen if he treats her bad, you now normal guy stuff.

"About after about three hours of listening to their dribble I started to get restless, just then Buffy and 'Mr. Poetry' come out of the Bronze, and there practically swallowing each others tongues. It wasn't something I had ever wanted to see…ever. I'm still scarred. So anyway in order to keep Jesse from running Owen over I had to get in the drivers seat...bad move. So the lust bunnies were making their way to Owens beat up old Dodge, when I accidentally push the wrong pedal and start driving towards them at top speed. Owen hears me screaming and Jesse cursing and looks at us…he starts screaming then pushes Buffy off of him and runs for his life. I swear if Pike hadn't twisted the steering wheel as fast as he did Buffy would have been road kill…I haven't driven past sunset since." Willow trailed off with another fit of giggles.

Buffy looked at the shocked faces of the guys and buried her head in her arms…her laughter making her whole body shake.

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(3 hours later)

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" You're joking." Willow choked out, her eyes wide.

"Nope, I swear the moment will be imprinted in my mind forever. Spike Edwards calling Harmony Kendall a ' superficial, bitch with a lopsided ass.'" Buffy sighed dreamily, making not only the red head laugh but Oz too. Spike she looked sheepish.

"What? She grabbed my ass and called me her Blondie bear. The girl has serous mental issues." That caused the group to collapse into laughter again.

"That is priceless. I can't wait to see Harm tomorrow. I'm gonna ask her if she needs any 'ass'sitance." Willow giggled. When Buffy looked at her strangely. She ducked her head shyly and casually flipped the blonde off. But Oz and Spike just smiled. "Don't worry, Wills. Xander is always telling really awful jokes." Oz assured her, his eyes full of laughter while his face was completely indifferent.

"Ugh…well I think we've sorta over stayed our welcome." Buffy muttered sarcastically when the busboy passed by their table for the seventh time in twenty minutes. "Yeah, what time is it anyway?" Willow asked, having left her watch in the room. Looking around Oz finally spotted a clock on one of the nearby buildings. "A quarter to 4." He said with surprise.

"God. We've been here for hours. No wonder the hostess keeps clearing her throat…I thought she had a bad cold or something." Buffy said with a slight pout.

"Yeah, well I thought she had a condition…she keeps giving me this evil look. I don't think she takes to kindly to green hair." The drummer said matter-of-factly, with a slight quirk of his lip.

"Could be….I guess we should get outta here." Willow pointed out, pushing her chair from the table and standing up, waiting for the others to do the same. When they did she fell into step in between Buffy and Oz.

"So, I guess we should head back to the room." Buffy pointed out.

When Spike looked at her with a raised eyebrow and the others gave her an evil grin she blushed furiously. "To PACK! Alone! Me and uh…Wills, alone." She stressed.

"I hate to admit it…but Buff's right. We do haveta pack…we've gotta leave in like a hour before we've gotta hit the road." The red head said reluctantly.

"Yeah." Buffy agreed solemnly. She really didn't want to leave…him.

Spike sighed miserably but resigned himself to the fact that the girls were right. He shared a quick look with Oz and then faced the girls. "Well, care for an escort?" He asked, both of them dramatically holding out his arm for Buffy to link hers with. Both of the girls giggled and took the offered arms, eager to spend just a few more minutes with the guys.

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(In front of the Hotel, 1 hour later)

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"Well…." Buffy began shyly. "I um, guess we gotta go. Long drive and all." She said softly, leaning even further against the hood of Willow's car.

"Guess so…I had a great time, pet." He added, feeling like an ass for not being able to come up with anything better.

"Yeah, me too." She agreed.

"Oh, please you two are so pathetic. Just get on with the smoochies." Willow's teasing voice sounded from behind them. They both spun around sharply to glare at her and the shockingly smirking Oz. Apparently they weren't the only ones saying goodbye.

"You know, pet…she may have a point." Spike relented with a mock thoughtfull expression.

"It is possible." Buffy said grinning.

"I usually am." Willow piped up.

Smiling smugly, Spike leaned into Buffy and stole her lips in a passionate kiss, swallowing her surprised squeak. When he finally released her, strictly based on the need for breath she was flushed and her eyes glazed.

"Now, that was a good-bye." Willow teased when she saw Spike try to adjust his tight jeans without anyone noticing.

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( 30 minutes later)

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After several more 'good-byes' the male half of the group could be seen walking quietly down the crowded streets of L.A, their hands stuffed into their jean pocket, their faces glum.

Suddenly Oz's face perked up a bit as he apparently remembered something. He pulled one of his hands from his pocket, the hand was clutching a rumpled piece of paper.

"Hey, Spike man. Willow wanted me to give you this." The quiet man said, stuffing the paper into the blondes chest. Spike gave Oz a look of confusion, but took the paper and unfolded it.

"Hey there, Spikey. Thought you might like this…hope you put it to good use…don't make me come after you. , Red."

Smiling slightly at the red heads stones her flipped the sheet over and froze in his spot.

Buffy Summers

Phone # ~ 555-9876

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(2 Hours Later, Sunnydale, Summers Home)

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"YOU DID WHAT??????????!!!!!!!"

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~TBC~

He he he…I love that ending. Hope you all liked it too.

Chapter three should be up soon. I'm trying to be a good girl and post more often but I was thrown off course and I haven't gotten straight yet. Sorry.