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 an 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:. Thank you for all the reviews, I love them =o) This chapter is extremely short and cliff hangy like. But there will be one in a few hours. I just have to run out and I want to have some reviews waiting for me. I'm so greedy. Anyways, please review. If you don't, I want update. LoL.
Buffy laid on her hotel bed, tears streaming down her face. The pageant was in a few hours, and Buffy couldn't have been dreading it more. The end of the pageant meant the end of whatever she had with Spike. 'And it was only just beginning,' she thought.
A knock on the door startled her and she immediately wiped away her tears. She sat up on the bed and walked over to the door. She didn't bother to see who it was before opening the door; she didn't care at this point.
She opened the door, and was shocked when she saw Spike standing there. Her immediate reaction was to take him in her arms and kiss him, but she knew she couldn't do that. It was too risky.
"Spike? What are you doing here?" she asked, closing the door when he walked inside.
"I couldn't leave without saying goodbye," he said. "Nancy drew boy isn't here, is he?"
"Who? Oh, no, Dylan's helping my mom with the luggage downstairs. We're leaving as soon as the show's over. Not even just another night. I'm going to miss you so much Spike. I know it's dumb, we only just met and you probably don't think much of me . . . But whatever it is we have . . . It makes me feel nothing I've ever felt before. And I love it. And I want it to continue. But that's not going to happen. You're leaving to go . . . Wherever. And I'm leaving to go home. I don't know what I'll do without you," she said, the tears returning to her eyes.
"Shh, don't cry pet," he said, taking her in his arms. "It'll all turn out right."
"How can you say that? How can you be so calm?"
"A man cant cry in front of his girl," he said, hoping to bring a smile to her face.
She did. "His girl? I'm your girl?"
"I love you Buffy Summers, you'll always be my girl," he said, kissing her lightly.
"Lets run away. Right now. Together. If we love each other, we don't need my mom, or your. . ."
"Harmony."
"Whoever, we don't need anyone Spike. I want to be with you so bad. I love you."
"Then what are we waiting for luv?"
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 an 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:. Thank you for all the reviews, I love them =o) This chapter is extremely short and cliff hangy like. But there will be one in a few hours. I just have to run out and I want to have some reviews waiting for me. I'm so greedy. Anyways, please review. If you don't, I want update. LoL.
Buffy laid on her hotel bed, tears streaming down her face. The pageant was in a few hours, and Buffy couldn't have been dreading it more. The end of the pageant meant the end of whatever she had with Spike. 'And it was only just beginning,' she thought.
A knock on the door startled her and she immediately wiped away her tears. She sat up on the bed and walked over to the door. She didn't bother to see who it was before opening the door; she didn't care at this point.
She opened the door, and was shocked when she saw Spike standing there. Her immediate reaction was to take him in her arms and kiss him, but she knew she couldn't do that. It was too risky.
"Spike? What are you doing here?" she asked, closing the door when he walked inside.
"I couldn't leave without saying goodbye," he said. "Nancy drew boy isn't here, is he?"
"Who? Oh, no, Dylan's helping my mom with the luggage downstairs. We're leaving as soon as the show's over. Not even just another night. I'm going to miss you so much Spike. I know it's dumb, we only just met and you probably don't think much of me . . . But whatever it is we have . . . It makes me feel nothing I've ever felt before. And I love it. And I want it to continue. But that's not going to happen. You're leaving to go . . . Wherever. And I'm leaving to go home. I don't know what I'll do without you," she said, the tears returning to her eyes.
"Shh, don't cry pet," he said, taking her in his arms. "It'll all turn out right."
"How can you say that? How can you be so calm?"
"A man cant cry in front of his girl," he said, hoping to bring a smile to her face.
She did. "His girl? I'm your girl?"
"I love you Buffy Summers, you'll always be my girl," he said, kissing her lightly.
"Lets run away. Right now. Together. If we love each other, we don't need my mom, or your. . ."
"Harmony."
"Whoever, we don't need anyone Spike. I want to be with you so bad. I love you."
"Then what are we waiting for luv?"