Title: Beauty Isn't Everything
Summary: Seventeen-year-old Buffy Summers is a beauty pageant queen. Nineteen-year-old Spike is the boyfriend of one. The two meet at a pageant in Hawaii and share one intimate moment. Unfortunately, the two must go their separate ways after that and think they will never meet again . . . Or will they? Hmm . . .
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Spike, Buffy, Harmony, Angel, Joyce, blah, blah, they all belong to Joss Whedon and his brain.
.:A/N:. Thanks to everyone who reviewed. This chapters not too long but I hope you all like.
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The Summers woman pulled into the parking lot of the hotel they'd be staying in for the night. They were also supposed to meet up with Dylan, Buffy's boyfriend. He was going along, as he always did, to make sure Buffy didn't look at anyone else but him. Who would she look at? Its not like there were going to be many guys there.
"Mom, we could have went to a less expensive motel, you know? Ones with rats," Buffy said.
"Nonsense. We are not going to stay at a low class motel when we can have a high class hotel."
"Newsflash mom, I'm low class."
Buffy jumped when someone knocked on her window. Relieved to find out it was only Dylan, she opened her door and stepped out into his arms. Right away, he met her lips with his, with Joyce sitting just in the car. She didn't care though, she was quite happy Buffy was with Dylan. He came from a wealthy family, the Andersons' and he was very handsome. She's just glad Buffy didn't go for one of those bad boys back in L.A.
"Hey Dylan," Buffy smiled.
"Hi."
"Buffy, why don't you and Dylan get the bags from the trunk while I go get us a room?" Joyce asked.
"All right mom," Buffy said. Her and Dylan walked around to the back of the car and before she could pop the trunk, Dylan was on her again. She kissed back for a minute, before pushing him off of her, "Dylan, my mom is like right there."
"So? You know she doesn't care. She wants us to be together. Come on," Dylan said, kissing her neck.
"No, Dylan I don't want to it right here, its all public."
"Fine," Dylan said, grabbing a few bags. "I'll go help your mom."
"Don't be like that."
"Like what? All I wanted was my girl. Lately Buffy, you've been distant. You've been elsewhere. I want the old Buffy back, the one who loved me."
"I love you Dylan. I'm the same Buffy. Sure, maybe I haven't been talky or nothing, but I'm being forced to . . .You know what, it doesn't matter. Tell my mom I went for a walk. I need to clear my head," Buffy said and walked off before Dylan could speak.
~~**~~
Buffy wandered the streets before deciding to sit down on a bench. Her elbows rested on her knees and she placed her head in her hands. Her eyes started to well up with tears and suddenly she started to cry uncontrollably. It'd been a while since she'd just cried and lately, she needed to. She wished she were back home with her friends, not here. Not here being someone she's not just to make her mom happy.
"You okay?"
She wiped her eyes quickly before looking up to see the man who'd interrupted her. He was tall and his hair had been bleached. He wore all black and the only color in him was his eyes. They were so blue, so full of life. She wished she'd felt that. She wished she were alive.
"I-I'm fine. I just got lost and I was looking for my hotel," she said quite convincingly.
"I could help you find it. I'm not local, I just know my way around," he smiled.
"I'm so stupid. I shouldn't have left."
"Hey, people need walks sometimes. Don't blame yourself luv," he said, as the two started walking.
"N-No. I shouldn't have left Sunnydale. I shouldn't be here. I don't want to win this, my mom does."
"You're in the contest?"
"Yeah, how do you know about it?" Buffy asked.
"Names Harmony. She's my girlfriend," he said. "Wanted me to came with her. Bloody regret it now. All except this, meeting you."
"What's your name?" Buffy asked, hiding her blushing cheeks.
"Spike, and you?"
"Buffy."
"What's the name of the hotel you're staying at?" Spike asked. "Might be the same as me."
"Um, I think its like . . . M-Majestic. Or something."
"Ah, so we are staying at the same place. It's just right around the corner. Starting to get the feeling you weren't lost," Spike said. "Pretty hard to lose such a big place like that."
"Its none of your business if I was lost or not, is it?" Buffy snapped, but felt bad. He hadn't done anything wrong. "Sorry. I just-"
"I understand pet, you go on now. Your mum'll be worried bout you," Spike said. "Better get back to Harm too, she doesn't like being alone for too long. I guess I'll see you around then?"
"Yeah, around," Buffy said before turning around and heading down the hall in the opposite direction.
Summary: Seventeen-year-old Buffy Summers is a beauty pageant queen. Nineteen-year-old Spike is the boyfriend of one. The two meet at a pageant in Hawaii and share one intimate moment. Unfortunately, the two must go their separate ways after that and think they will never meet again . . . Or will they? Hmm . . .
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Spike, Buffy, Harmony, Angel, Joyce, blah, blah, they all belong to Joss Whedon and his brain.
.:A/N:. Thanks to everyone who reviewed. This chapters not too long but I hope you all like.
~*~
The Summers woman pulled into the parking lot of the hotel they'd be staying in for the night. They were also supposed to meet up with Dylan, Buffy's boyfriend. He was going along, as he always did, to make sure Buffy didn't look at anyone else but him. Who would she look at? Its not like there were going to be many guys there.
"Mom, we could have went to a less expensive motel, you know? Ones with rats," Buffy said.
"Nonsense. We are not going to stay at a low class motel when we can have a high class hotel."
"Newsflash mom, I'm low class."
Buffy jumped when someone knocked on her window. Relieved to find out it was only Dylan, she opened her door and stepped out into his arms. Right away, he met her lips with his, with Joyce sitting just in the car. She didn't care though, she was quite happy Buffy was with Dylan. He came from a wealthy family, the Andersons' and he was very handsome. She's just glad Buffy didn't go for one of those bad boys back in L.A.
"Hey Dylan," Buffy smiled.
"Hi."
"Buffy, why don't you and Dylan get the bags from the trunk while I go get us a room?" Joyce asked.
"All right mom," Buffy said. Her and Dylan walked around to the back of the car and before she could pop the trunk, Dylan was on her again. She kissed back for a minute, before pushing him off of her, "Dylan, my mom is like right there."
"So? You know she doesn't care. She wants us to be together. Come on," Dylan said, kissing her neck.
"No, Dylan I don't want to it right here, its all public."
"Fine," Dylan said, grabbing a few bags. "I'll go help your mom."
"Don't be like that."
"Like what? All I wanted was my girl. Lately Buffy, you've been distant. You've been elsewhere. I want the old Buffy back, the one who loved me."
"I love you Dylan. I'm the same Buffy. Sure, maybe I haven't been talky or nothing, but I'm being forced to . . .You know what, it doesn't matter. Tell my mom I went for a walk. I need to clear my head," Buffy said and walked off before Dylan could speak.
~~**~~
Buffy wandered the streets before deciding to sit down on a bench. Her elbows rested on her knees and she placed her head in her hands. Her eyes started to well up with tears and suddenly she started to cry uncontrollably. It'd been a while since she'd just cried and lately, she needed to. She wished she were back home with her friends, not here. Not here being someone she's not just to make her mom happy.
"You okay?"
She wiped her eyes quickly before looking up to see the man who'd interrupted her. He was tall and his hair had been bleached. He wore all black and the only color in him was his eyes. They were so blue, so full of life. She wished she'd felt that. She wished she were alive.
"I-I'm fine. I just got lost and I was looking for my hotel," she said quite convincingly.
"I could help you find it. I'm not local, I just know my way around," he smiled.
"I'm so stupid. I shouldn't have left."
"Hey, people need walks sometimes. Don't blame yourself luv," he said, as the two started walking.
"N-No. I shouldn't have left Sunnydale. I shouldn't be here. I don't want to win this, my mom does."
"You're in the contest?"
"Yeah, how do you know about it?" Buffy asked.
"Names Harmony. She's my girlfriend," he said. "Wanted me to came with her. Bloody regret it now. All except this, meeting you."
"What's your name?" Buffy asked, hiding her blushing cheeks.
"Spike, and you?"
"Buffy."
"What's the name of the hotel you're staying at?" Spike asked. "Might be the same as me."
"Um, I think its like . . . M-Majestic. Or something."
"Ah, so we are staying at the same place. It's just right around the corner. Starting to get the feeling you weren't lost," Spike said. "Pretty hard to lose such a big place like that."
"Its none of your business if I was lost or not, is it?" Buffy snapped, but felt bad. He hadn't done anything wrong. "Sorry. I just-"
"I understand pet, you go on now. Your mum'll be worried bout you," Spike said. "Better get back to Harm too, she doesn't like being alone for too long. I guess I'll see you around then?"
"Yeah, around," Buffy said before turning around and heading down the hall in the opposite direction.