Star Struck

Author: Callie West

Summary: AU, William 'Spike' Edwards is the lead singer in the countries top selling rock band. After a very harsh, very public break-up he throws himself into his music, swearing off women. Until he becomes to goal of a nation-wide contest, the winner? --- Buffy Summers.

Distribution: I've already given it out to a couple of sites…wanna add yours to the list? Drop me a line…thanks.

Disclaimer: This part always tears me up. Why oh why must you people always remind me that I don't own Spike. Do you like my pain?

Authors Note: Okay, guys, calm down…I know it's been a long hard road but it's finally here. I understand how much work you've all put into thinking up creative ways of grilling my ass, but I have finally given into, the few people that like this story's demands…and the 3rd chapter is finally here.

Feedback: I love it…just so long as it ain't mean. I've discovered that it makes me all moopey. And how the heck am I supposed to write decent stories if I'm all depressed-girl?

( On a side note people, I have a very good excuse. I promised several people that all my stories would be updated by last Friday. But for anyone who watches the news you may know that North Carolina was hit by a vicious 'Ice Storm', if you can even call it that. It was 3 inches of solid ice that tore down thousands of trees and twice as many light poles….the result, no power for us. Now I was one of the lucky ones and got power back within 24 hours. Yay me. But the sad news is that my computer ain't at my house. The house in which I am sitting right now has power, but it's very sucky. It could go again at any minute. I fear for my life, really. Well not really but anyway…I hope your all happy, you can stop sending the hate mail now…it creeps me out. )

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Chapter 3 ~ The Call

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(Two weeks, three days and 4 hours later)

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Ring Ring

"Shit." Buffy cursed under her breath, rolling her head over to look at the phone that sat only inches from the bed. Please don't ring again, please don't ring again. Buffy begged over and over in her mind, her head now massaging her pounding forehead.

Ring Ring

"Dammit." Resigning herself to moving Buffy sat up slowly, reaching for the phone as she went. She grabbed it, sat up leaning her head over her up raised knees and put it to her ear. Taking a deep calming breath she pushed the talk button and put on her fake, 'I'm really cute and dense' voice. "Hello? Buffy Summers speaking." She paused for a second, listening then her eyes widened comically, "Oh. My. God." She hissed, stunned.

"WILLOW ROSENBURG! This is the fifth time today you have called me. The answer is the same now as it has been the past three weeks. No, he hasn't called, he hasn't emailed, he hasn't dropped by, and he hasn't sent a snail mail. I have no contact with the incredibly busy, and uninterested rock super star. Happy now?"

There was a long pause on the other end of the phone, and for a second Buffy thought she had given the red head a heart attack, but then came her best friends meek reply.

"It hasn't been quite three weeks yet, Buffy." Buffy just took the phone away from her ear, looked at it in shocked silence for a moment then screamed into the receiver for all she was worth. She screamed until she was hoarse and her jaws hurt. Then she calming pushed the 'Talk' button and placed the phone back onto the cradle, and laid back down onto the bed, her eyes closed and her expression almost peaceful.

Ring Ring

Ring Ring

Ring Ring

RING RING

A, evil almost claw like hand emerged from the bed, the sharp nails looking vicious in the glare of the bedside lamp. The evil hand grasped the phone tightly, yanking it from the cradle in whick it was safe and brought it slowly, steadily to the clam face that was cushioned amongst the pillows.

Buffy slowly pushed the button, and without letting the other person speak she cleared her throat gently. "I am tired, ill, hungry and these fucking cramps are killing me. Literally. I am talking jaw clenching, brow sweating, bowled over retching into the toilet kind of pain, here. I am in no mood to have you call me 500 times a day just to ask me if Spike Edwards has called. And I am especially in no mood to hear your poor you, bull shit, Willow. You made the horrendous mistake of giving my phone number to a guy that has more girlfriends then Wal-Mart does tampons. Now that simple bubble-headed thing I could over look, cause you're all sweet and innocent and you happened to be in a Oz haze at the time. But just because you managed to land the guy of your wet dreams does not mean that I will, got that? Need me to write it down for you?" All of this was said in a clam steady stream, it was highly un-likely that Buffy had even taken a chance to breathe. When the person on the other line spoke however, she wished she could breathe.

"Bad day pet?" Came the soft, yet highly amused voice on the other end.

Buffy shot straight up in the bed, her head swimming with the motion but she pushed it aside. She looked around the room frantically, as if she thought he was in her room, ready to attack.

Taking several deep breaths she blinked, pulled her legs up under her and laughed softly, in not a little falsely.

"Um, yeah, you could say that… I suppose….I um, I thought you were Willow, you remember her, Tall, red hair, big mouth, currently attached at the hip with your drummer." She managed, a hollow nervous laugh, as she looked around the room for something to hang herself with.

"I figured as much. And I must say that was quite the greeting, love. Now, what exactly was that you were saying about wet dreams?" Buffy froze for a second when he purred in her ear, even through the phone lines it made her shiver. "Joke, joke, really, really, bad, bad, awful joke. So…you called?" She stuttered, wishing that her cheeks would stop flaming.

"As a matter of fact I did, pet. Sorry it took me so long. You know how it gets, sometimes you can be so busy you don't even remember your own name. I just this second had a chance to talk. And I was wondering if you'd be put off if I asked you what you had planned this Friday night?" Spike looked over to Xander, who was grinning like a fool and giving him two thumbs up. He grinned back, until he heard the thud on the other end of the line.

"Buffy? Love? Are you all right?" He questioned, genuinely concerned.

On the other end Buffy was sitting on the floor by her bed, her face slack, her hand gripping the phone and her ass throbbing.

"Buffy? Pet? Is there something the matter?" Buffy shook herself, causing everything to come back into focus. She looked at the phone in her white-knuckled hand and grinned slowly. Placing it back to her ear she calmed her self and said. "Um, Friday? I'm free…why?" She asked, trying to slow her racing pulse.

"Well, it just so happens that I've been invited to this party of a friends and dates are allowed. I was wondering if you'd like to come." He asked, silently crossing his fingers and closing his eyes.

"That sounds good. I'd love to go. Do you want to meet somewhere? Or what?" Buffy asked, surprised and proud of how in control she sounded.

She heard Spike breathe a deep sigh of relief. "I should be there to pick you up at 6:30, and if you don't mind it at all we'll be catching a movie before." He said, giving Xander and Lindsay a big smile.

"Okay. That's fine. I guess I'll see you then. Um, bye, Spike." Buffy sighed quietly, her eyes dreamy, her ass still throbbing.

"See you, pet." Spike signed off and started laughing . Xander and Lindsay looked at him in confusion. "What?" Xander asked, grinning at the blonde. "Oh, nothing. It's just. Do you think I should've told her that we're going to the premiere of Reese's new movie?" Spike asked, a sheepish grin on his face.

"You're shitting me?" Lindsay asked hopefully.

"Well I didn't want her to be nervous, and I know she would be. She'll be happy…right?" Spike asked, his eyes begging for someone to tell him he was right.

"Hey, do you think she'd go out with me after she skins your ass?" Xander asked the blonde seriously.

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~TBC~

It's finally finished, yay me.

Chapter four should be up soon…it's The Date…..and it won't be all flowers and sunshine…*evil laugh*

Hope you like it.

More updates tomorrow…power permitting.