Star Struck
Author: Callie
Description: There's a contest....Buffy's the winner.
Disclaimer: I don't own a damn thing.
Update info: IAMSOSORRY!!!!!!!!!!! Oh god I am a horrible horrible person....don't you
all hate me....I have completely abandoned all of my fiction....I am so sorry...but
guess what I am back...YAY YAY so look forward to major updates soon....this is just a
crappy chapter to tide you over for a while...Love you all.
Feedback: MUST HAVE IT. LOVE ME AGAIN PLEASE!!!!!!
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Saturday 12:36pm
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Dawn stared nervously at her sister, as she stormed around in circles throwing clothes
and accessories around the room, her face wild, eyes swollen.
"Buff-" She started but the look her sister gave her stopped the words cold in her
throat.
"Don't, Dawn. Don't you dare. I can't hear you defend him right now. I just can't
handle it." Buffy said coldly, her eyes frantically searching the room, trying to get a
handle on what she had to do.
"Defend him? Defend hi- are you nuts? What the hell would I defend him. After what he
did? What he had the balls to say? The man should rot in hell for what he's done to
you."
Buffy looked at her sister, wondering whether she should scold her for her language or
thank her for understanding.
She opted for the latter.
Dawn struggled for breath as her sister attacked her with a bone crushing hug, and
instead of making a joke out of it she held her big sister as she cried in pain of her
broken heart.
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Saturday 12: 47 pm, L.A
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Spike's eyes rolled into the back of his head as he struggled to restore consciousness,
he could hear a banging, far off in the distance and tried to determine what it was.
And how he could kill it.
"SPIKE!!!!" He heard a irritatingly familiar voice in the back ground "Spike, you open
this Goddamn door this second you–" Xander stop mid-word as his best friend swung
open the door his teeth bared, his hand pressed firmly to his aching skull.
"What in the bloody hell do you want, you wanker?" He growled at his not so favorite
alarm clock.
"Oh, hey buddy ole' pal....whatcha do last night? Take in a movie, dinner...partake in
ruining a woman's life?"
"Huh?" Spike muttered clueless.
"Oh, I just wondered if you had seen this morning's paper?" Xander asked in a peppy
voice
"Which one?" The blonde asked stupidly.
"All of them, you ass. Look."
"BLOODY FUCKING HELL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
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he he he I'm a stinker aren't I??????
Author: Callie
Description: There's a contest....Buffy's the winner.
Disclaimer: I don't own a damn thing.
Update info: IAMSOSORRY!!!!!!!!!!! Oh god I am a horrible horrible person....don't you
all hate me....I have completely abandoned all of my fiction....I am so sorry...but
guess what I am back...YAY YAY so look forward to major updates soon....this is just a
crappy chapter to tide you over for a while...Love you all.
Feedback: MUST HAVE IT. LOVE ME AGAIN PLEASE!!!!!!
**********************
Saturday 12:36pm
**********************
Dawn stared nervously at her sister, as she stormed around in circles throwing clothes
and accessories around the room, her face wild, eyes swollen.
"Buff-" She started but the look her sister gave her stopped the words cold in her
throat.
"Don't, Dawn. Don't you dare. I can't hear you defend him right now. I just can't
handle it." Buffy said coldly, her eyes frantically searching the room, trying to get a
handle on what she had to do.
"Defend him? Defend hi- are you nuts? What the hell would I defend him. After what he
did? What he had the balls to say? The man should rot in hell for what he's done to
you."
Buffy looked at her sister, wondering whether she should scold her for her language or
thank her for understanding.
She opted for the latter.
Dawn struggled for breath as her sister attacked her with a bone crushing hug, and
instead of making a joke out of it she held her big sister as she cried in pain of her
broken heart.
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Saturday 12: 47 pm, L.A
********************************
Spike's eyes rolled into the back of his head as he struggled to restore consciousness,
he could hear a banging, far off in the distance and tried to determine what it was.
And how he could kill it.
"SPIKE!!!!" He heard a irritatingly familiar voice in the back ground "Spike, you open
this Goddamn door this second you–" Xander stop mid-word as his best friend swung
open the door his teeth bared, his hand pressed firmly to his aching skull.
"What in the bloody hell do you want, you wanker?" He growled at his not so favorite
alarm clock.
"Oh, hey buddy ole' pal....whatcha do last night? Take in a movie, dinner...partake in
ruining a woman's life?"
"Huh?" Spike muttered clueless.
"Oh, I just wondered if you had seen this morning's paper?" Xander asked in a peppy
voice
"Which one?" The blonde asked stupidly.
"All of them, you ass. Look."
"BLOODY FUCKING HELL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
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he he he I'm a stinker aren't I??????