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 review, stargurl727.
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It was the next morning and Buffy had barely slept the night before. Thoughts of Spike entered her mind, along with marrying Dylan. She didn't know it was possible to cry that much. That she even had that many tears to let loose.
Rubbing her eyes, she managed to sleepily roll out of bed and walk over to her closet. Opening the doors, she pulled out a short white skirt and a long sleeved pink turtleneck. Bending down, she grabbed a pair of beige boots that increased her height by a few inches. With her clothes in hand, she headed into her bathroom for a quick shower before she had to leave for school.
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The first bell of the day rang at Sunnydale High and Buffy walked into her first class of the morning with her two best friends, Willow and Xander. She hadn't seen Xander since before she had went away to Hawaii for the pageant, and was glad to see him. She needed his humour right now to help her get over Spike and move on. Even if he didn't know he was helping.
"So, Buff, how was the pageant?" Xander asked.
The lab desks were set in twos, so Buffy took the one in front of her two friends and turned around to answer Xander's question. "Um, I lost. But, I was first runner up."
"And Dylan asked her to marry him," Willow blurted out.
"Willow!"
"He what?"
"Hey guys," Dylan said, walking over and sitting down next to Buffy.
"We were just talking about you," Willow said.
"You were? Anything bad?"
"You asked Buffy to marry you?"
"You told?" he asked Buffy. "I thought we'd share the good news together."
"Willow dragged it out of me. Sorry."
"No need for apologies," he said, kissing her cheek. "You two are coming to the wedding?"
"Can we not talk about this now?" Buffy asked, grabbing their attention. "Its science class and for me to pass, I need to listen."
"Right. We can always talk about it at lunch time."
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Buffy closed her locker door after putting her bag in there until next class. She hadn't packed a lunch and she forgot to bring money for one. But she wasn't in the mood for eating right now anyways. She turned around, spotted Dylan, Willow and Xander and immediately walked in the other direction. She didn't want to go over and talk about the wedding. She just wished it would all disappear.
Walking out into the school parking lot, she watched as a black corvette pulled in, the music blaring so loudly it caught everyone's attention. Buffy figured it was someone popular, like Cordelia Chase's college boyfriend, and began to walk away when she heard her name.
"Buffy!"
At first she thought she was imagining things, but after blinking a few times, and even pinching her arm, she knew she wasn't dreaming. The man who stepped out of the car wasn't there for Cordelia, or anyone else, he was there for her.
"Spike?" she asked, as he walked over to her. "Is it really you? What are you doing here?"
"I had to see you again," he said. "I tried to forget about you and move on with Harmony. I tried. But I couldn't get you off my mind Buffy. All I think about is you. I need you in my life and I am willing to do anything to make that happen."
"Oh god Spike," she said, kissing him. "I love you so much."
"I love you too pet."
"Buffy?" Buffy turned around, ready to snap at whoever had ruined her moment. When she saw her friends and Dylan staring at her, jaws hanging, she dropped Spike's hands and backed away. "Who the hell is he?"
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 review, stargurl727.
~~**~~
It was the next morning and Buffy had barely slept the night before. Thoughts of Spike entered her mind, along with marrying Dylan. She didn't know it was possible to cry that much. That she even had that many tears to let loose.
Rubbing her eyes, she managed to sleepily roll out of bed and walk over to her closet. Opening the doors, she pulled out a short white skirt and a long sleeved pink turtleneck. Bending down, she grabbed a pair of beige boots that increased her height by a few inches. With her clothes in hand, she headed into her bathroom for a quick shower before she had to leave for school.
~~**~~
The first bell of the day rang at Sunnydale High and Buffy walked into her first class of the morning with her two best friends, Willow and Xander. She hadn't seen Xander since before she had went away to Hawaii for the pageant, and was glad to see him. She needed his humour right now to help her get over Spike and move on. Even if he didn't know he was helping.
"So, Buff, how was the pageant?" Xander asked.
The lab desks were set in twos, so Buffy took the one in front of her two friends and turned around to answer Xander's question. "Um, I lost. But, I was first runner up."
"And Dylan asked her to marry him," Willow blurted out.
"Willow!"
"He what?"
"Hey guys," Dylan said, walking over and sitting down next to Buffy.
"We were just talking about you," Willow said.
"You were? Anything bad?"
"You asked Buffy to marry you?"
"You told?" he asked Buffy. "I thought we'd share the good news together."
"Willow dragged it out of me. Sorry."
"No need for apologies," he said, kissing her cheek. "You two are coming to the wedding?"
"Can we not talk about this now?" Buffy asked, grabbing their attention. "Its science class and for me to pass, I need to listen."
"Right. We can always talk about it at lunch time."
~~**~~
Buffy closed her locker door after putting her bag in there until next class. She hadn't packed a lunch and she forgot to bring money for one. But she wasn't in the mood for eating right now anyways. She turned around, spotted Dylan, Willow and Xander and immediately walked in the other direction. She didn't want to go over and talk about the wedding. She just wished it would all disappear.
Walking out into the school parking lot, she watched as a black corvette pulled in, the music blaring so loudly it caught everyone's attention. Buffy figured it was someone popular, like Cordelia Chase's college boyfriend, and began to walk away when she heard her name.
"Buffy!"
At first she thought she was imagining things, but after blinking a few times, and even pinching her arm, she knew she wasn't dreaming. The man who stepped out of the car wasn't there for Cordelia, or anyone else, he was there for her.
"Spike?" she asked, as he walked over to her. "Is it really you? What are you doing here?"
"I had to see you again," he said. "I tried to forget about you and move on with Harmony. I tried. But I couldn't get you off my mind Buffy. All I think about is you. I need you in my life and I am willing to do anything to make that happen."
"Oh god Spike," she said, kissing him. "I love you so much."
"I love you too pet."
"Buffy?" Buffy turned around, ready to snap at whoever had ruined her moment. When she saw her friends and Dylan staring at her, jaws hanging, she dropped Spike's hands and backed away. "Who the hell is he?"