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.
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"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?"
"Guys, this is Spike," Buffy said, taking his hand.
"You don't have to do this pet," he whispered into her ear.
"I want to. I'm in love with Spike. I'm sorry Dylan, but I can't be with you when I feel so strongly about someone else. You are a great guy and I don't want to hold you back from meeting someone because of me. You deserve a great girl."
"Buffy, we're engaged. I love you. If you didn't want to be with me, why did you say yes?"
"I didn't. You just assumed I did. And I didn't want to hurt you because . . . I didn't know if what Spike and me had would . . . Last. I didn't know if he felt the same way about me."
"How long? How long have you been with him while you were supposed to be with me?" Dylan asked, his anger level rising.
Spike gripped Buffy's hand tighter, to let her know that he was there with her and she wasn't alone. "We met at the pageant. The night that we got to the hotel. He was staying there too. A little while later, we . . . Started to meet each other. It just evolved from that. I didn't mean to hurt you Dylan, I'm just trying to do what's right. it wouldn't be far to any of us if I stayed with you. It may hurt for a while but . . . You'll get over it."
"Get over it? Get over it? How the hell am I supposed to just "get over it"? This is not something that is meant to get over. I love you Buffy. I always will. Whatever you have with this . . . Spike, it can't be real."
"It is. Quite real in fact. I love him a lot. More than I did you," Buffy said, looking up at Spike. "And he loves me."
"He told you that? And you believe him? Buffy I can take care of you. Look at him; does he really look like the husband type? He can barely take care of himself."
Spike stepped in front of Buffy, ready to start a fight with Dylan. But, Buffy put her hand on his chest to hold him back. "Spike, please. Just, ignore him. He's too caught up in himself to realize that there are other guys beside him who can take care of themselves and the people they love."
"And you Buffy, are too caught up in blondey bear here, to realize that you are acting like a whore."
Buffy was taken aback by his comment. She had never thought that Dylan would say such a hurtful thing to her. All she was trying to do was make everyone happy but doing the right thing. Or what she thought was the right thing.
She only realized what was going on outside of her thoughts when she heard Willow scream. Shaking her head and returning to reality, Buffy saw Spike standing over a terrified, and bleeding Dylan.
"Spike," Buffy said, as he walked back to her, taking her in his arms. "You didn't have to do that."
"He called you . . . If he ever does that again Buffy . . ."
"He won't. C'mon, lets just get out of here," she said, walking over to his car. "We can go to my house, my mom's working."
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.
~~**~~
"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?"
"Guys, this is Spike," Buffy said, taking his hand.
"You don't have to do this pet," he whispered into her ear.
"I want to. I'm in love with Spike. I'm sorry Dylan, but I can't be with you when I feel so strongly about someone else. You are a great guy and I don't want to hold you back from meeting someone because of me. You deserve a great girl."
"Buffy, we're engaged. I love you. If you didn't want to be with me, why did you say yes?"
"I didn't. You just assumed I did. And I didn't want to hurt you because . . . I didn't know if what Spike and me had would . . . Last. I didn't know if he felt the same way about me."
"How long? How long have you been with him while you were supposed to be with me?" Dylan asked, his anger level rising.
Spike gripped Buffy's hand tighter, to let her know that he was there with her and she wasn't alone. "We met at the pageant. The night that we got to the hotel. He was staying there too. A little while later, we . . . Started to meet each other. It just evolved from that. I didn't mean to hurt you Dylan, I'm just trying to do what's right. it wouldn't be far to any of us if I stayed with you. It may hurt for a while but . . . You'll get over it."
"Get over it? Get over it? How the hell am I supposed to just "get over it"? This is not something that is meant to get over. I love you Buffy. I always will. Whatever you have with this . . . Spike, it can't be real."
"It is. Quite real in fact. I love him a lot. More than I did you," Buffy said, looking up at Spike. "And he loves me."
"He told you that? And you believe him? Buffy I can take care of you. Look at him; does he really look like the husband type? He can barely take care of himself."
Spike stepped in front of Buffy, ready to start a fight with Dylan. But, Buffy put her hand on his chest to hold him back. "Spike, please. Just, ignore him. He's too caught up in himself to realize that there are other guys beside him who can take care of themselves and the people they love."
"And you Buffy, are too caught up in blondey bear here, to realize that you are acting like a whore."
Buffy was taken aback by his comment. She had never thought that Dylan would say such a hurtful thing to her. All she was trying to do was make everyone happy but doing the right thing. Or what she thought was the right thing.
She only realized what was going on outside of her thoughts when she heard Willow scream. Shaking her head and returning to reality, Buffy saw Spike standing over a terrified, and bleeding Dylan.
"Spike," Buffy said, as he walked back to her, taking her in his arms. "You didn't have to do that."
"He called you . . . If he ever does that again Buffy . . ."
"He won't. C'mon, lets just get out of here," she said, walking over to his car. "We can go to my house, my mom's working."