Star Struck

Author: Callie

Summary: William 'Spike' Edwards is the leading singer of the top selling rock band in the country. After a very harsh, very public break-up with his long time Soap Opera Actress girlfriend he is in no mood to be the subject of a nation wide contest. The Winner? Buffy Summers.

Distribution: If you want it then take it.

Disclaimer: I own nothing, sad ain't it. Pity me.

Authors Note: I had planned on updating sooner but unfortunately the power here is still screwy. As a matter of fact the lights are dimming as I write…but I'm taking the risk of burning to death just to get this out to you. See how much reviews inspire writers?

A lot of people asked me just what I meant by the date not being all sunshine and flowers…well not everything can go as planned now can it? It just wouldn't be juicy. Now this chapter pay severely piss most of you off…but don't send me hate mail…it's gonna get better…I plan on having two more chapters and at least one of them is gonna have smut…now whether I write the smut myself I haven't decided yet…I've never done it before…I'm kinda nervous…wish me luck.

Feedback: I love it…in fact I demand it…it's fun and makes me all giggly.

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Chapter Four ~ The Date

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(Friday 1:35pm)

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One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight. Nine. Ten.

Willow lifted her head just enough to see through the curtain of her bright red hair and groaned. Didn't work.

Five feet in front of her Buffy was once again dancing in front of the row of mirror in the dressing room. They had been there for almost seven hours and the blonde had only narrowed it down to 17 outfits. Which could be a good thing considering that a hour ago it was at 34.

When Buffy had called at 4:30 am that morning and screamed into the phone that it was time to shop, Willow had been all for it. After her 4th cup of coffee anyway. But her caffeine induced high had faded after the 700th pair of low riding jeans. Which rounded around to noon.

"Out." Th over-excited blonde suddenly called from the mirrors, already pulling the midnight blue halter off by the neck, her face scrunched up in disgust.

"16." Willow counted to herself, silently praying to the God that her mother claimed didn't exist, that her suffering would last much longer.

"Judge." Buffy said simply as she stopped directly in front of her exhausted best friend.

It was as if she were in a cheesy comedy flick from the 80's. A choir of Angels sung, a bright white light appeared around the form that was Buffy and Willow could swear that she felt tears build behind her blood shot eyes.

"That's it." Willow croaked through her dry throat.

"You sure?" Buffy asked uncertainly, already back in front of the mirror, looking down at the outfit in question.

"Yes!" Willow almost shouted, dragging Buffy away from the mirror and straight to the check out counter, she could wear it out.

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(Friday 3:27pm)

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"Okay so, I'll jump in the shower at 4:30, fix my hair at 5:00, then do my make-up and put my out fit on at 6:00, after that I'll go back over my check list and then use the rest of the time as prep…what do you think?" Buffy looked up at her Mom for approval, her wide hazel eyes the only spot on her face that wasn't covered by a hideous green vitamin mask. She looked so young, sweet and vulnerable that Joyce was hesitant to bring forward her concerns. But she was a mother and she had to do it.

"Buffy, dear. Are you sure that you aren't investing to much into this young man?" She questioned gently.

Buffy suddenly looked very uncomfortable.

"Buffy, darling. I know that you've been watching him on TV and listening to him on the radio for years, but just because you've followed his career through magazines articles doesn't mean that you know him." Joyce reasoned, a sad smile on her face. Buffy averted her eyes and she slid off of the kitchen counter, her bare feet making a soft slapping sound when she landed on the tiled floor.

"I'm not trying to control you, and I don't want to burst your bubble I just want you to be prepared that when tonight is over or when he gets tired of dating a teenager that he leaves and you never hear from him again. It does happen, sweetie." Joyce sighed sadly when Buffy walked away from her, heading for the fridge, opening it and as usual reached for the spray can of whip cream.

"Mom, I love you. And I know that you want to protect me. And I'm okay with that, I am. But I'm 17, I'll be 18 in almost a month. I'm a big girl. I'm not stupid or naïve. I know that Spike has beautiful girls throwing themselves at him all the time. I know that I'm just a weekend fling. But I also know how lucky I am that I won that contest, and how amazing it is that Spike Edwards asked me out on a Friday night when he could have been going to a Hollywood premiere with Natalie Portman. But he didn't, he took pity on me and instead of asking some poster girl to the movies he asked me. I'm not about to forget that in two months he won't remember my name. But I also won't forget how great it is that he asked me." Buffy flopped back down onto the counter her whipped cream can close at hand.

Joyce's heart sank. Her daughter had never been a exceptional confident girl and it killed her that Buffy couldn't see how beautiful and amazing she was. And it would kill her if Spike didn't see it too.

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(Friday 6:00pm)

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Panicked Buffy ran to the hallway mirror one more time. It turns out that in a rush to get ready she seemed to have way too much time on her hands. Which in her nervous state wasn't a good thing. She had already re-applied her lipstick four times, her mascara had been removed and replaced seven times, and her hair had been re-pinned three times.

"Buffy, darling please do sit down a relax you look absolutely stunning, dear." Buffy smiled and turned to face her step father of four years.

"I was just making sure, Giles." She teased, taking his arm and leading him back into the living room, where her mother was still looking a bit anxious and Dawn was looking excited. Buffy let go of Giles's arm and he re-joined her mother on the couch and Buffy returned to her seat on the armchair.

"Buffy, honey are you sure that your out-fit is…appropriate?" Joyce asked gently, worrying her bottom lip with her teeth.

Buffy's eye's widened slightly and she shot out of her seat, looking down at her outfit. She twisted and turned all different ways trying to see what was so wrong with it. She couldn't see a thing. It looked the same as it had that morning in the store.

She spun around to look at her sister and Dawn shrugged...she didn't see anything wrong with it either.

"What wrong with it, Mom?" She asked in a high-pitched confused voice.

Joyce looked a bit peevish. "Well, honey it is a tad…revealing, isn't it." She hedged, taking in her daughter's low riding black leather pants and blood red halter with thin chain straps and no back save for the loose chain that kept it together.

"No." Buffy and Dawn said at the same time.

"Well, you look smashing, Buffy. But I think what your mother is saying is that you seem to be showing a bit too much skin." Giles said, looking to Joyce for agreement, and Joyce nodded nervously. Neither one of them wanted to set the blonde off. She had been a bit on edge since she realized that her favorite shampoo was almost gone and she had to settle for her mothers.

Buffy's eyes got wide and she seemed to suddenly be short of breath. "Oh. God. I look like a whore, don't I? I look like I'm easy. I knew this was the wrong thing to wear." She quickly ran from the room, before they could protest, starting for the stairs, determined to burn all her clothes and wear something of her mothers…her mother never looked like a whore.

She was almost to the top step when she froze, praying that she had heard wrong, but then it came again.

Buzz buzz

"He's here. Oh God he's here. He's early. It's only…" She paused and looked down at her simple silver wristwatch and cursed. "It's only 6:25…he is so early." Resigning herself to the fact that she would have to go looking like a .50 cent whore she slowly slumped down the steps, cringing when she saw her family all waiting by the door, their faces worried and excited.

She stopped right in front of them and whimpered, ignoring the doorbell as it buzzed again. "Is there anything I can do?" She asked mournfully. Joyce and Giles both looked scared but Dawn's face lit up. She gestured for Buffy to turn around. When she did Dawn reached up and pulled Buffy's hair down, causing it to shower down onto her shoulders. She forcefully turned her sister back around and ran her fingers though the older girl's hair a few times, giving it a ragged, messy, but classic look.

Buffy looked down at her sister gratefully then took a deep breath and opened the door, her eyes widening when she saw Spike.

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(Friday 6:26 p.m.)

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Spike groaned as he stepped out of his car. This was a bad idea. He should have told her. She really was gonna be pissed. At first he hadn't told her cause he knew she'd be nervous if she knew that she'd be meeting stars that she watched on television everyday. But after talking with Lindsay, Xander and getting a look from Oz he decided that maybe he shouldn't have left out the details of their date.

But she wouldn't be to mad, would she. It wasn't that big a deal. It was just going to see a movie. Sure there would be really famous people there and maybe a few pictures would be taken but that was it. Other than that it was just a average movie date.

What he was mainly worried about was the after party.

He was positive he should've told her that the 'party at a friends' was really the annual night time pool party at Brad and Jennifer's.

Groaning again at his stupidity he walked up the steps of the two story home and hesitantly rang the bell.

And rang the bell.

And rang it.

And as he was reaching for it again the door swung open and he lost his tounge.

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~TBC~

Part Two coming soon!

I know you all must hate me for splitting it into two parts but this was a large ground to cover.

I hope to have the second part up sometime tonight…but if not then expect it Monday….hope you liked this one.

Oh…guess what…next chapter…Spike gets interrogated by Joyce…yippee!

We get invited to a Hollywood premiere and go for a dip at Brad and Jennifer's…not to mention Buffy gets the shock of her life.