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:. Sorry for the wait. Hope you like this chapter.
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Buffy walked into her house, Spike following closely behind. He closed the door, and she turned around and walked into his arms.
"I missed you so much," she said. "I know it hasn't been long, but . . . You mean so much to me."
"I know how you feel pet," he said, kissing her neck. "That's why I think we should make up for lost time."
Buffy rested in his arms and looked up into his eyes. "Sounds fun."
~~**~~
'Ring Ring. Ring Ring.'
Buffy opened her eyes when she heard the sound of the phone ringing. It took her a minute for her to remember where she was, and why she was there. Smiling at the thoughts, the phone's constant ring brought her back to reality. Reaching over Spike's naked body covered by a sheet, she picked it up.
"Hello."
'Buffy, its Willow. I was concerned.'
"About?"
'Well, you left in a hurry with that . . . Man.'
"I love that man Will, and you don't need to worry. I feel happier than I've ever felt before in my life."
'You're sure you're okay?'
"Yeah, I am. What else is bothering you? There's something you aren't telling me.'
'I tried to talk him out of it. . .'
"Who Willow?"
'Dylan. He's headed over to your house. I-I thought I'd give you heads up. So that you aren't shocked.'
"Thanks, but I have to go. I'll see you tomorrow."
'Bye.'
Buffy hung up the phone and quietly crawled out of the bed so that she didn't wake Spike. She didn't want him involved in this, his presence would only make Dylan angrier. Throwing on a pair of gray sweatpants and a matching hoody, she left her room to go downstairs and wait for Dylan to show up.
The doorbell rang and Buffy took a deep breath before going over to answer it.
"Dylan, you shouldn't be here," Buffy said, standing to the side as he walked inside.
"I had to apologize. I just can't believe you . . ."
"You don't have to apologize Dylan, what Spike did . . . Makes up for what you said. I was only trying to make things right. I don't want to be with you Dylan, I'm sorry. I love you, I do, I just . . . I'm not in love with you. If I stayed with you, I wouldn't be happy. And I want to be happy."
"What about everything we have? Doesn't that mean anything?" he asked, stepping closer to her. "Cant you be with me?"
"No. I'm with Spike, and I always will be. Now, leave."
"I cant. I wont leave without knowing you'll be with me."
"Dylan, I . . ."
"Buffy? Who's . . . What is he doing here?" Spike asked, coming down the stairs, zippering up his jeans.
"This is between me and Buffy. It has nothing to do with you. I suggest you go home," Dylan said.
"That right, mate? Why don't you try and make me leave."
"Spike, don't do this," Buffy said, placing a hand on his naked chest. "I don't want you to fight anymore. Dylan was just leaving anyways, isn't that right Dylan?"
"I. . . I'll come back later . . . When he's not here," Dylan said before turning and walking out the door.
"What did he want luv?"
"Nothing, it doesn't matter anymore. Are you hungry? I'm hungry, lets go get some food," she said, taking his hand and leading him to the kitchen.
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:. Sorry for the wait. Hope you like this chapter.
~~**~~
Buffy walked into her house, Spike following closely behind. He closed the door, and she turned around and walked into his arms.
"I missed you so much," she said. "I know it hasn't been long, but . . . You mean so much to me."
"I know how you feel pet," he said, kissing her neck. "That's why I think we should make up for lost time."
Buffy rested in his arms and looked up into his eyes. "Sounds fun."
~~**~~
'Ring Ring. Ring Ring.'
Buffy opened her eyes when she heard the sound of the phone ringing. It took her a minute for her to remember where she was, and why she was there. Smiling at the thoughts, the phone's constant ring brought her back to reality. Reaching over Spike's naked body covered by a sheet, she picked it up.
"Hello."
'Buffy, its Willow. I was concerned.'
"About?"
'Well, you left in a hurry with that . . . Man.'
"I love that man Will, and you don't need to worry. I feel happier than I've ever felt before in my life."
'You're sure you're okay?'
"Yeah, I am. What else is bothering you? There's something you aren't telling me.'
'I tried to talk him out of it. . .'
"Who Willow?"
'Dylan. He's headed over to your house. I-I thought I'd give you heads up. So that you aren't shocked.'
"Thanks, but I have to go. I'll see you tomorrow."
'Bye.'
Buffy hung up the phone and quietly crawled out of the bed so that she didn't wake Spike. She didn't want him involved in this, his presence would only make Dylan angrier. Throwing on a pair of gray sweatpants and a matching hoody, she left her room to go downstairs and wait for Dylan to show up.
The doorbell rang and Buffy took a deep breath before going over to answer it.
"Dylan, you shouldn't be here," Buffy said, standing to the side as he walked inside.
"I had to apologize. I just can't believe you . . ."
"You don't have to apologize Dylan, what Spike did . . . Makes up for what you said. I was only trying to make things right. I don't want to be with you Dylan, I'm sorry. I love you, I do, I just . . . I'm not in love with you. If I stayed with you, I wouldn't be happy. And I want to be happy."
"What about everything we have? Doesn't that mean anything?" he asked, stepping closer to her. "Cant you be with me?"
"No. I'm with Spike, and I always will be. Now, leave."
"I cant. I wont leave without knowing you'll be with me."
"Dylan, I . . ."
"Buffy? Who's . . . What is he doing here?" Spike asked, coming down the stairs, zippering up his jeans.
"This is between me and Buffy. It has nothing to do with you. I suggest you go home," Dylan said.
"That right, mate? Why don't you try and make me leave."
"Spike, don't do this," Buffy said, placing a hand on his naked chest. "I don't want you to fight anymore. Dylan was just leaving anyways, isn't that right Dylan?"
"I. . . I'll come back later . . . When he's not here," Dylan said before turning and walking out the door.
"What did he want luv?"
"Nothing, it doesn't matter anymore. Are you hungry? I'm hungry, lets go get some food," she said, taking his hand and leading him to the kitchen.