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. But, I do own Dylan. Yay me. LoL.
.:a/n:. Sorry for the lack of updating. It's been forever I know and I do apologize but exams as well as the new semester are starting and it's hectic. However, I think I'm starting to get control of my life. Finally. Hope you like this chapter and I promise an update soon. =) Another think, okay I totally know that Angel is not in character and I feel so dumb for putting his name there. Ugh, I should have just made up my own character. Hey, good idea, huh? Okay, going to do that now. So from now on, Angel is no longer Angel, Angel is . . . Dylan. Dylan Anderson. Sound good? Good.
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Buffy was standing by the doorway of the hotel the rehearsal pageant was being held in. she'd just finished her time, and was patiently waiting for her mother to end the conversation with one of the judges. As she stared out the glass doors that stood between her and freedom, she felt someone eying her. Turning around, she saw the man she had encountered the other night, Spike as he had called himself. Smiling, she watched as he sauntered over to her. Lazily straightening her posture, Buffy pulled on her denim mini skirt to stay down. A cute pink top with short arms covered her torso and tall black boots made her appear taller than she really was. She wasn't fairly comfortable in this outfit, but she had gotten used to not only the short skirt, but also the looks she received from much older men. Her mother had taught her it was always good to grab attention, but Buffy preferred to be in the shadows.
"Hello again," Spike said, stopping just before their bodies touched.
"Hi."
"Waiting for your mum, are you luv?"
"Yeah, actually. I guess you're waiting for . . ."
"Harmony," he said, refreshing her memory. "I'll be waiting a while. She just started her practice and interrupting it would be bloody suicide."
Buffy smiled. "The competition, that is when you wish you were dead."
"Cant be that bad. The attention, the spotlight. The fame," he said, glancing back at her mother who was coming towards them.
"Believe me, it is that bad. You should go, I think I should be kind and save you the torture of meeting my mother."
"Hope to see you again Buffy," Spike said, nodding.
"So do I, so do I," Buffy whispered under her breath. As her mom approached her, she started to walk out the door to the car. Once outside, she stopped when she heard the call of her name. Looking up, she saw Spike quickly walking over to her. He held a small piece of napkin in his right hand was about to pass it to her when her mom came out. Spike saw the look Joyce was giving him and immediately turned around, dropping the napkin, hoping Buffy saw and would pick it up. Sure enough, she dropped down quickly, picking it up and shoving into her purse.
"Who was he?" Joyce asked from behind her.
"Him? Oh, um, I'm not sure. Probably just some man who saw me and wanted to say hi . . . or something."
"Are you sure he wasn't going to mug you sweetie? He does look a little . . . Evil."
"I'm sorry mother, but I'm not like you, I don't judge by appearance. So if he was "evil" then thanks for the warning but I'm sure he's just like any other man," Buffy said, stomping off to the car. She opened the passenger side door and slid inside.
On the drive back to their hotel, Buffy concentrated on the passing scenery, rather than making conversation with her mom. She didn't want to explain who Spike was, or what he gave her. She wasn't even quite sure what it was. A number maybe? A meeting place? Whatever it was, it was something that Buffy wanted to see. She knew it was wrong to be interested in another guy while she was Dylan. But it just wasn't the same with Dylan anymore. She did love him; she just wasn't in love with him anymore. And she promised herself years ago, that if she wasn't in love with a guy, she wouldn't put herself, or him through more pain by staying together. She wished it was that simple now, but it wasn't.
As Joyce brought the car to a halt in the parking lot, Buffy opened her door and climbed out. She had been given her own key and as her mother got the things out of the car, she ran inside and quickly to the elevator. As she waited for it to get to the main floor, she pulled the piece of napkin out of her purse. 'A number, interesting,' Buffy thought. The light above her dinged and Buffy moved aside politely as an older couple walked out of the elevator. Once inside, she placed the number back inside her purse and pushed the button for floor eight. 'Maybe I'll give him a call.' She smiled as the doors opened and stumbled over something that was lying on the floor. Surprised, she bent down to see what had tripped her up. A small package wrapped in pink paper lay there. Picking it up, Buffy looked around, confused. Was this for her? Examining it more thoroughly, she noticed a card attached to the white ribbon.
"To Buffy, hope you like it. Dylan," Buffy read aloud. She decided to wait until she was inside her room to open the box. Stumbling with the key-card that she was given by her mom, she finally managed to get the door unlocked. Closing it behind her, she rested her back against the door for a minute before going over and sitting down on her bed. The box sat in front of her for a few minutes while she took it in. 'Could it be a ring? No, he doesn't have the guts to purpose . . . At least I hope he doesn't have the guts to purpose. Oh lord,' Buffy thought. Picking up the box, she gently removed the white ribbon and card. She ripped off the paper and lifted the top of the box off. What she saw caused her to gasp in shock. A diamond ring was resting inside the box on top of a silky padding. The door to the bathroom opened and Dylan walked out, holding a rose.
"Buffy, I've known you since we were young and loved you since the day I saw you. I knew you were the one I wanted to spend the rest of my life with and to this day, you have never given me doubt to believe that you don't feel the same. I don't want to rush into anything, but sometime in the future, I hope you will become my wife. Until that time, my beautiful fiancé," Dylan said, kneeling down beside her and holding out the ring.
"I-I don't know what to say."
"Don't say anything," he said, sliding the ring onto her finger.
"Dylan this is all so sudden. I ca-" she was cut off by the sound of a key sliding through the door and her mother walking in. once she realized exactly what she had walked in on, she stopped, covering her mouth with her hand.
"Oh my god. Are you? Did you? Buffy!" she yelled, running over and taking her in a hug. "Why didn't you tell me?"
"Its not like I knew," Buffy said. "Until now. I don't even know if . . . I never said . . ."
"We'll worry about that later. Dylan, I'm so happy for you both," Joyce said.
"Mom, I think I'm kind of tired. You know, rehearsal and I have it tomorrow and everything. I want to be awake and ready."
"Of course. Why don't we go discuss in your room, Dylan? Will your family be paying for the wedding?"
Buffy heard her mom's voice fade as she walked out of the room with Dylan. She was in no way ready for what was just placed on her. 'They're controlling my life. I don't want to marry Dylan; I don't even love him anymore. I need to get out of here,' she thought. Lying back on the bed, she felt something lumpy underneath her. Reaching to see what it was, she found her purse. 'Spike left his . . . number . . . And he's in this . . . Hotel . . .' Quickly, she rolled over and picked up the phone. She dialed the number that was neatly printed on the napkin and impatiently waited as it rang again and again.
'Ello.'
"Hi, Spike?"
'Buffy, is that you pet?'
"Yeah. Look, I was wondering if maybe you wanted to meet up somewhere, you know, and talk."
'Course. Are you in the hotel?'
"Yeah, eighth floor, are you?"
'Third. Want to meet on second and then go from there?'
"Um, yeah. Yeah, go from there. I'll be down in five."
'See you then luv.'
Buffy hung up the phone and jumped off of the bed. She checked herself over in the mirror quickly before scribbling down a note for her mom that read:
Mom,
I needed some air. This is a lot to take in. Don't send Dylan after me, I need to be alone and think. I'll be home when I am. Don't worry. Although I'm sure you wont.
-Buffy
She laid it on Joyce's pillow before grabbing her key-card off of the bedside table and quickly leaving the room. She surveyed the hallway before stepping outside and quickly, she ran to the elevator. Cursing under her breath, and continuously looking over her shoulder, she waited for the elevator. Once it reached her floor, she climbed on to it and pushed the button for floor number two. 'God, what am I doing? Hooking up with a hot guy. That was a rhetorical question . . . I think,' Buffy thought.
The icon above Buffy dinged and the doors slid open, revealing a blonde Spike. She stepped off the elevator and walked over to him. He smiled at her when he saw her coming and the two stood in an awkward silence for a few seconds.
"What are we doing?" Buffy asked. "We both have boyfriends . . . Well, you have girlfriend . . . Unless Harmony is really . . . You know what I mean."
"I know why I'm here luv. I'm here cause I'm not happy with Harm. I'm here cause we clicked the first time we met and ever since then, I can't get you out of my bloody head. And believe me pet, I've tried."
"That pretty much goes for me too," Buffy said, shifting on her feet.
"So, where to?"
"I don't know, what do you want to do?"
"Get out of here," he said, smiling. "Why don't we just go to my car, talk. Then whatever happens happens. Okay luv?"
Buffy just nodded and followed him onto the elevator. She didn't know what to say to him. It wasn't that she was uncomfortable. That was the scariest part, whatever they were doing, no matter how wrong it was, it just felt . . . Right. But like any new relationship, it was a nervous one. She didn't want to mess up her words or seem like she wanted him, although she did more than she even knew.
Once out in his car, Buffy relaxed her back against the curve of the passenger seat and rested her purse on her lap. She looked over to Spike who was beginning to start the car. As they pulled out of the parking lot, he began to talk.
"So, Buffy, why do this? Why do it if it isn't what you want?"
"I just . . . I want to make my mom happy, even though sometimes I really don't show it. I don't know why exactly, I let her run my life. I just never thought there was any way out. And I still don't. At least not until I'm older. How old, again I'm not sure."
"I felt the same way with my da'. He always wanted me to be what he was, an engineer, but I wanted to . . ."
"To what?" Buffy asked, curious.
"Write poetry. I know, it's girly, but it's my passion and I must pursue it."
"Where is he now? Your dad . . ."
"Six feet under. Maybe seven. He passed years ago, four to be exact. I miss him though. That's something I'll never bloody admit to anyone."
"But me," Buffy said and smiled. "I'm sorry about your dad. Not just about him dying, but also about him wanting you to be something you're not. At least you've had Harmony to help you through this."
"That bint? She doesn't understand what its like. All she understands is fashion. Not like that's much help to me," Spike said. "I already have a very good fashion sense."
Buffy laughed. "Right. Cause tight jeans and leather jackets are totally in."
"You seem to be attracted." Buffy stopped laughing. She looked over to Spike who was taking short glances at her. "I know I am to you."
Buffy turned her blushing face towards the window. She knew her face must have been turning different shades of red because it definitely felt that way. Shocks ran through her body when she felt his touch on her bare leg. She looked down at his hand and then back up at him. He quickly pulled over the car and placed her now free hand on Buffy's face. She stared into his oceanic eyes and lost herself at sea. It was like the world was disappearing around them, all a blur; only the image of him was clearly seen by her eyes. As her lips drew nearer, her world turned to darkness as she awaited his kiss. When their lips connected, a spark went off inside of Buffy. She could feel the sweetness of his tongue crashing against hers as she opened her mouth to his. Longing to be closer to him, Buffy moved out of her seat and onto his lap, resting on the steering wheel, not once breaking the kiss. Accidentally, she leaned to far back and the horn went off, causing both of them to pull apart in shock. Both were out of breath and as they stared each other down, she could feel her heart beating out of control beneath her breast. Spike reached his hand out to her face like he'd done before, tracing her gentle features.
"You're beautiful pet," Spike said.
"Thanks. Now kiss me," Buffy said, pulling him up by the collar of his shirt.
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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. But, I do own Dylan. Yay me. LoL.
.:a/n:. Sorry for the lack of updating. It's been forever I know and I do apologize but exams as well as the new semester are starting and it's hectic. However, I think I'm starting to get control of my life. Finally. Hope you like this chapter and I promise an update soon. =) Another think, okay I totally know that Angel is not in character and I feel so dumb for putting his name there. Ugh, I should have just made up my own character. Hey, good idea, huh? Okay, going to do that now. So from now on, Angel is no longer Angel, Angel is . . . Dylan. Dylan Anderson. Sound good? Good.
~*~
Buffy was standing by the doorway of the hotel the rehearsal pageant was being held in. she'd just finished her time, and was patiently waiting for her mother to end the conversation with one of the judges. As she stared out the glass doors that stood between her and freedom, she felt someone eying her. Turning around, she saw the man she had encountered the other night, Spike as he had called himself. Smiling, she watched as he sauntered over to her. Lazily straightening her posture, Buffy pulled on her denim mini skirt to stay down. A cute pink top with short arms covered her torso and tall black boots made her appear taller than she really was. She wasn't fairly comfortable in this outfit, but she had gotten used to not only the short skirt, but also the looks she received from much older men. Her mother had taught her it was always good to grab attention, but Buffy preferred to be in the shadows.
"Hello again," Spike said, stopping just before their bodies touched.
"Hi."
"Waiting for your mum, are you luv?"
"Yeah, actually. I guess you're waiting for . . ."
"Harmony," he said, refreshing her memory. "I'll be waiting a while. She just started her practice and interrupting it would be bloody suicide."
Buffy smiled. "The competition, that is when you wish you were dead."
"Cant be that bad. The attention, the spotlight. The fame," he said, glancing back at her mother who was coming towards them.
"Believe me, it is that bad. You should go, I think I should be kind and save you the torture of meeting my mother."
"Hope to see you again Buffy," Spike said, nodding.
"So do I, so do I," Buffy whispered under her breath. As her mom approached her, she started to walk out the door to the car. Once outside, she stopped when she heard the call of her name. Looking up, she saw Spike quickly walking over to her. He held a small piece of napkin in his right hand was about to pass it to her when her mom came out. Spike saw the look Joyce was giving him and immediately turned around, dropping the napkin, hoping Buffy saw and would pick it up. Sure enough, she dropped down quickly, picking it up and shoving into her purse.
"Who was he?" Joyce asked from behind her.
"Him? Oh, um, I'm not sure. Probably just some man who saw me and wanted to say hi . . . or something."
"Are you sure he wasn't going to mug you sweetie? He does look a little . . . Evil."
"I'm sorry mother, but I'm not like you, I don't judge by appearance. So if he was "evil" then thanks for the warning but I'm sure he's just like any other man," Buffy said, stomping off to the car. She opened the passenger side door and slid inside.
On the drive back to their hotel, Buffy concentrated on the passing scenery, rather than making conversation with her mom. She didn't want to explain who Spike was, or what he gave her. She wasn't even quite sure what it was. A number maybe? A meeting place? Whatever it was, it was something that Buffy wanted to see. She knew it was wrong to be interested in another guy while she was Dylan. But it just wasn't the same with Dylan anymore. She did love him; she just wasn't in love with him anymore. And she promised herself years ago, that if she wasn't in love with a guy, she wouldn't put herself, or him through more pain by staying together. She wished it was that simple now, but it wasn't.
As Joyce brought the car to a halt in the parking lot, Buffy opened her door and climbed out. She had been given her own key and as her mother got the things out of the car, she ran inside and quickly to the elevator. As she waited for it to get to the main floor, she pulled the piece of napkin out of her purse. 'A number, interesting,' Buffy thought. The light above her dinged and Buffy moved aside politely as an older couple walked out of the elevator. Once inside, she placed the number back inside her purse and pushed the button for floor eight. 'Maybe I'll give him a call.' She smiled as the doors opened and stumbled over something that was lying on the floor. Surprised, she bent down to see what had tripped her up. A small package wrapped in pink paper lay there. Picking it up, Buffy looked around, confused. Was this for her? Examining it more thoroughly, she noticed a card attached to the white ribbon.
"To Buffy, hope you like it. Dylan," Buffy read aloud. She decided to wait until she was inside her room to open the box. Stumbling with the key-card that she was given by her mom, she finally managed to get the door unlocked. Closing it behind her, she rested her back against the door for a minute before going over and sitting down on her bed. The box sat in front of her for a few minutes while she took it in. 'Could it be a ring? No, he doesn't have the guts to purpose . . . At least I hope he doesn't have the guts to purpose. Oh lord,' Buffy thought. Picking up the box, she gently removed the white ribbon and card. She ripped off the paper and lifted the top of the box off. What she saw caused her to gasp in shock. A diamond ring was resting inside the box on top of a silky padding. The door to the bathroom opened and Dylan walked out, holding a rose.
"Buffy, I've known you since we were young and loved you since the day I saw you. I knew you were the one I wanted to spend the rest of my life with and to this day, you have never given me doubt to believe that you don't feel the same. I don't want to rush into anything, but sometime in the future, I hope you will become my wife. Until that time, my beautiful fiancé," Dylan said, kneeling down beside her and holding out the ring.
"I-I don't know what to say."
"Don't say anything," he said, sliding the ring onto her finger.
"Dylan this is all so sudden. I ca-" she was cut off by the sound of a key sliding through the door and her mother walking in. once she realized exactly what she had walked in on, she stopped, covering her mouth with her hand.
"Oh my god. Are you? Did you? Buffy!" she yelled, running over and taking her in a hug. "Why didn't you tell me?"
"Its not like I knew," Buffy said. "Until now. I don't even know if . . . I never said . . ."
"We'll worry about that later. Dylan, I'm so happy for you both," Joyce said.
"Mom, I think I'm kind of tired. You know, rehearsal and I have it tomorrow and everything. I want to be awake and ready."
"Of course. Why don't we go discuss in your room, Dylan? Will your family be paying for the wedding?"
Buffy heard her mom's voice fade as she walked out of the room with Dylan. She was in no way ready for what was just placed on her. 'They're controlling my life. I don't want to marry Dylan; I don't even love him anymore. I need to get out of here,' she thought. Lying back on the bed, she felt something lumpy underneath her. Reaching to see what it was, she found her purse. 'Spike left his . . . number . . . And he's in this . . . Hotel . . .' Quickly, she rolled over and picked up the phone. She dialed the number that was neatly printed on the napkin and impatiently waited as it rang again and again.
'Ello.'
"Hi, Spike?"
'Buffy, is that you pet?'
"Yeah. Look, I was wondering if maybe you wanted to meet up somewhere, you know, and talk."
'Course. Are you in the hotel?'
"Yeah, eighth floor, are you?"
'Third. Want to meet on second and then go from there?'
"Um, yeah. Yeah, go from there. I'll be down in five."
'See you then luv.'
Buffy hung up the phone and jumped off of the bed. She checked herself over in the mirror quickly before scribbling down a note for her mom that read:
Mom,
I needed some air. This is a lot to take in. Don't send Dylan after me, I need to be alone and think. I'll be home when I am. Don't worry. Although I'm sure you wont.
-Buffy
She laid it on Joyce's pillow before grabbing her key-card off of the bedside table and quickly leaving the room. She surveyed the hallway before stepping outside and quickly, she ran to the elevator. Cursing under her breath, and continuously looking over her shoulder, she waited for the elevator. Once it reached her floor, she climbed on to it and pushed the button for floor number two. 'God, what am I doing? Hooking up with a hot guy. That was a rhetorical question . . . I think,' Buffy thought.
The icon above Buffy dinged and the doors slid open, revealing a blonde Spike. She stepped off the elevator and walked over to him. He smiled at her when he saw her coming and the two stood in an awkward silence for a few seconds.
"What are we doing?" Buffy asked. "We both have boyfriends . . . Well, you have girlfriend . . . Unless Harmony is really . . . You know what I mean."
"I know why I'm here luv. I'm here cause I'm not happy with Harm. I'm here cause we clicked the first time we met and ever since then, I can't get you out of my bloody head. And believe me pet, I've tried."
"That pretty much goes for me too," Buffy said, shifting on her feet.
"So, where to?"
"I don't know, what do you want to do?"
"Get out of here," he said, smiling. "Why don't we just go to my car, talk. Then whatever happens happens. Okay luv?"
Buffy just nodded and followed him onto the elevator. She didn't know what to say to him. It wasn't that she was uncomfortable. That was the scariest part, whatever they were doing, no matter how wrong it was, it just felt . . . Right. But like any new relationship, it was a nervous one. She didn't want to mess up her words or seem like she wanted him, although she did more than she even knew.
Once out in his car, Buffy relaxed her back against the curve of the passenger seat and rested her purse on her lap. She looked over to Spike who was beginning to start the car. As they pulled out of the parking lot, he began to talk.
"So, Buffy, why do this? Why do it if it isn't what you want?"
"I just . . . I want to make my mom happy, even though sometimes I really don't show it. I don't know why exactly, I let her run my life. I just never thought there was any way out. And I still don't. At least not until I'm older. How old, again I'm not sure."
"I felt the same way with my da'. He always wanted me to be what he was, an engineer, but I wanted to . . ."
"To what?" Buffy asked, curious.
"Write poetry. I know, it's girly, but it's my passion and I must pursue it."
"Where is he now? Your dad . . ."
"Six feet under. Maybe seven. He passed years ago, four to be exact. I miss him though. That's something I'll never bloody admit to anyone."
"But me," Buffy said and smiled. "I'm sorry about your dad. Not just about him dying, but also about him wanting you to be something you're not. At least you've had Harmony to help you through this."
"That bint? She doesn't understand what its like. All she understands is fashion. Not like that's much help to me," Spike said. "I already have a very good fashion sense."
Buffy laughed. "Right. Cause tight jeans and leather jackets are totally in."
"You seem to be attracted." Buffy stopped laughing. She looked over to Spike who was taking short glances at her. "I know I am to you."
Buffy turned her blushing face towards the window. She knew her face must have been turning different shades of red because it definitely felt that way. Shocks ran through her body when she felt his touch on her bare leg. She looked down at his hand and then back up at him. He quickly pulled over the car and placed her now free hand on Buffy's face. She stared into his oceanic eyes and lost herself at sea. It was like the world was disappearing around them, all a blur; only the image of him was clearly seen by her eyes. As her lips drew nearer, her world turned to darkness as she awaited his kiss. When their lips connected, a spark went off inside of Buffy. She could feel the sweetness of his tongue crashing against hers as she opened her mouth to his. Longing to be closer to him, Buffy moved out of her seat and onto his lap, resting on the steering wheel, not once breaking the kiss. Accidentally, she leaned to far back and the horn went off, causing both of them to pull apart in shock. Both were out of breath and as they stared each other down, she could feel her heart beating out of control beneath her breast. Spike reached his hand out to her face like he'd done before, tracing her gentle features.
"You're beautiful pet," Spike said.
"Thanks. Now kiss me," Buffy said, pulling him up by the collar of his shirt.
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