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:. Thanks for the reviews. Buffy's going to spaz at Joyce soon. It's going to be funny. But not in this chapter. If there are any little fights. They aren't the big spaz.
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Buffy sat in her bedroom, her sister Dawn by her side. She was relieved to be home in her own house, but part of her wanted to be back in Hawaii with Spike. The plane ride from the airport had put her to sleep, more so Dylan's constant ramblings had put her to sleep.
Her sister stared at her, knowing something was different about Buffy. "Did something happen in Hawaii Buff? Something just isn't right with you. I mean, its not like you're all happy about these pageants, but you never come home like . . . This."
"Everything's fine Dawnie, don't worry. I'm just a little tired. Mind if I get some shut eye?"
"I'll be downstairs if you change your mind," Dawn said before getting up and leaving the room.
Buffy slid under her bed covers and pulled the covers up to her head. She wasn't cold, she just wanted to hide. She wanted to disappear from the world, at least until the hurt went away.
~~**~~
'Knock. Knock'
Buffy turned her head to the door at the sound of knocking. She expected to see Dawn or her mother, but was glad and relieved when she saw her best friend, Willow standing in the doorway. The red head made her way over to the bed and sat down next to Buffy.
"Hey Will," Buffy said. "Its great to see you."
"Really? You don't look it. What's up Buffy? Dawn told me how you were sulking in your room."
"I am not sulking," Buffy said, sitting up. "I'm just tired is all."
"Whatever it is, you know you can tell me."
"I know. And I would, if there was something to tell. But honestly Willow, I'm not keeping anything from you or Dawnie."
"Oh yeah? Then what's that?" Willow asked, picking up Buffy's hand and admiring the ring that lay there.
"That would be an engagement ring."
"You don't sound happy. I thought you loved Dylan. It is from Dylan . . . Right?"
'Unfortunately,' she thought. "Yeah, it is. And I'm happy . . . Kinda. It's just so sudden. I don't know if I'm ready for marriage. I'm only seventeen. And he said we don't have to right away, I know, but I don't know if I'll ever be ready for it. And I hate being rushed. This ring, this ring is rush."
"Then why didn't you say no?"
"And break his heart? I couldn't. I love Dylan, I do. I'm just not-"
"In love with him," Willow sighed. "I kind of figured that."
Buffy nodded and laid back down. "What am I going to do?"
"Well, you could not tell him the truth and stay with him. Or dump his ass," Willow said, smiling down at her friend.
"Thanks, but I don't think its that simple."
"If you don't love him, I think it is."
"Buffy! Willow! Would you like some supper?!" her mother yelled from downstairs.
"We'll be down in a sec!" Buffy yelled back. "Are you staying?"
"Sorry. My parents are having company over. But, I'll call you later?"
"Okay. C'mon, I'll walk you down."
Buffy stood up and linked arms with Willow as the two walked out the door and down the stairs. She hugged her friend at the doorway. "Thanks for coming Will. I appreciate it."
"Anything for my bestest friend," Willow said before leaving.
(.:a/n:. Yeah, bestest isn't a word, but I like it =o))
Buffy closed the door and walked into the dining room. "Mm, something smells nice."
"Lasagna," Joyce said, carrying out two plates full of it.
Buffy took a seat next to Dawn and the two waited for their mother to come out from the kitchen.
"Did Willow spill it from you?" Dawn asked.
"Not entirely. Nothing you don't know."
"So Buffy," Joyce started as she sat down and began to eat. "My friend Diane, told me about a pageant that her daughter is entering. It's not too far from Sunnydale; it's in L.A, where your father is. I've sent in your information already, and I believe this is an easy win. They're all amateurs. Don't tell Diane I said that."
"Considering I don't know who she is, I don't think you have anything to worry about mom," Buffy said.
"Good. Now, after the pageant, I was thinking of meeting with a wedding planner. We could-"
"Wait a minute. Back up. Wedding planner?"
"Yes dear, for your and Dylan's wedding next summer."
"Next summer?"
"I thought we set a date."
"No mother, you set a date. We were just talking about them in the car. I'm not getting married next summer. Or next year."
"Don't be silly," she said. "You and Dylan want to start a family as soon as possible. He's such a great boy, I'm sure he'd make a wonderful father. And as a husband, I'm positive he'll be the best."
"If you're so in love with Dylan, why don't you marry him?" Buffy yelled, throwing her chair back and running upstairs. She slammed the door behind her and slid down to the ground. Tears filled her eyes and she brought her knees up to her chest as they started to fall.
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:. Thanks for the reviews. Buffy's going to spaz at Joyce soon. It's going to be funny. But not in this chapter. If there are any little fights. They aren't the big spaz.
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Buffy sat in her bedroom, her sister Dawn by her side. She was relieved to be home in her own house, but part of her wanted to be back in Hawaii with Spike. The plane ride from the airport had put her to sleep, more so Dylan's constant ramblings had put her to sleep.
Her sister stared at her, knowing something was different about Buffy. "Did something happen in Hawaii Buff? Something just isn't right with you. I mean, its not like you're all happy about these pageants, but you never come home like . . . This."
"Everything's fine Dawnie, don't worry. I'm just a little tired. Mind if I get some shut eye?"
"I'll be downstairs if you change your mind," Dawn said before getting up and leaving the room.
Buffy slid under her bed covers and pulled the covers up to her head. She wasn't cold, she just wanted to hide. She wanted to disappear from the world, at least until the hurt went away.
~~**~~
'Knock. Knock'
Buffy turned her head to the door at the sound of knocking. She expected to see Dawn or her mother, but was glad and relieved when she saw her best friend, Willow standing in the doorway. The red head made her way over to the bed and sat down next to Buffy.
"Hey Will," Buffy said. "Its great to see you."
"Really? You don't look it. What's up Buffy? Dawn told me how you were sulking in your room."
"I am not sulking," Buffy said, sitting up. "I'm just tired is all."
"Whatever it is, you know you can tell me."
"I know. And I would, if there was something to tell. But honestly Willow, I'm not keeping anything from you or Dawnie."
"Oh yeah? Then what's that?" Willow asked, picking up Buffy's hand and admiring the ring that lay there.
"That would be an engagement ring."
"You don't sound happy. I thought you loved Dylan. It is from Dylan . . . Right?"
'Unfortunately,' she thought. "Yeah, it is. And I'm happy . . . Kinda. It's just so sudden. I don't know if I'm ready for marriage. I'm only seventeen. And he said we don't have to right away, I know, but I don't know if I'll ever be ready for it. And I hate being rushed. This ring, this ring is rush."
"Then why didn't you say no?"
"And break his heart? I couldn't. I love Dylan, I do. I'm just not-"
"In love with him," Willow sighed. "I kind of figured that."
Buffy nodded and laid back down. "What am I going to do?"
"Well, you could not tell him the truth and stay with him. Or dump his ass," Willow said, smiling down at her friend.
"Thanks, but I don't think its that simple."
"If you don't love him, I think it is."
"Buffy! Willow! Would you like some supper?!" her mother yelled from downstairs.
"We'll be down in a sec!" Buffy yelled back. "Are you staying?"
"Sorry. My parents are having company over. But, I'll call you later?"
"Okay. C'mon, I'll walk you down."
Buffy stood up and linked arms with Willow as the two walked out the door and down the stairs. She hugged her friend at the doorway. "Thanks for coming Will. I appreciate it."
"Anything for my bestest friend," Willow said before leaving.
(.:a/n:. Yeah, bestest isn't a word, but I like it =o))
Buffy closed the door and walked into the dining room. "Mm, something smells nice."
"Lasagna," Joyce said, carrying out two plates full of it.
Buffy took a seat next to Dawn and the two waited for their mother to come out from the kitchen.
"Did Willow spill it from you?" Dawn asked.
"Not entirely. Nothing you don't know."
"So Buffy," Joyce started as she sat down and began to eat. "My friend Diane, told me about a pageant that her daughter is entering. It's not too far from Sunnydale; it's in L.A, where your father is. I've sent in your information already, and I believe this is an easy win. They're all amateurs. Don't tell Diane I said that."
"Considering I don't know who she is, I don't think you have anything to worry about mom," Buffy said.
"Good. Now, after the pageant, I was thinking of meeting with a wedding planner. We could-"
"Wait a minute. Back up. Wedding planner?"
"Yes dear, for your and Dylan's wedding next summer."
"Next summer?"
"I thought we set a date."
"No mother, you set a date. We were just talking about them in the car. I'm not getting married next summer. Or next year."
"Don't be silly," she said. "You and Dylan want to start a family as soon as possible. He's such a great boy, I'm sure he'd make a wonderful father. And as a husband, I'm positive he'll be the best."
"If you're so in love with Dylan, why don't you marry him?" Buffy yelled, throwing her chair back and running upstairs. She slammed the door behind her and slid down to the ground. Tears filled her eyes and she brought her knees up to her chest as they started to fall.