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.
Buffy sat in class the next day. It was science, and Buffy had been dreading it all morning. She couldn't sit with Dylan, not after everything that happened. Being the great guy he is, Xander offered to switch seats with her. She was so thankful for that. Not only did it give her time away from Dylan, but also it let her talk to Willow a bit more. She wanted to make sure her friends were okay with how she felt.
"So, you don't mind?" Buffy asked, looking over at the red head. "I know this must be hard on you guys. But I just can't be with Dylan anymore. Not that he isn't wonderful, he is. Just not for me."
"I know Buffy. And I'm glad you're doing what you think is best. It'll just . . .Take a while to get back to . . . Normal. Or as close to normal as possible. But we'll always be your friends, me and Xander, always," Willow said, smiling. "That is something you cant get out of."
"Thanks Will. Its good to know you don't hate me like my mother will when she finds out."
"You haven't told her?"
"No, and I'm going to keep not telling her for as long as possible. I want to enjoy the happy times with Spike I have before she ruins them."
Buffy walked down a long road. She was on her way to see Spike at his motel. Her mother was home, and she knew that disaster would strike if he was the one to come over. She didn't mind sneaking around behind her mother's back, she had somehow gotten used to it. Her mother never approved of anyone, except for Dylan. And they just weren't meant to be.
Taking a deep breath, she walked up to the door that had the number "18" printed on it. She brought her hand up and knocked lightly.
A few seconds later, Spike opened the door and moved aside for her to enter. She walked in, and looked around.
The room wasn't much. A bed, a dresser, a bathroom and a closet. But it wasn't like she expected a castle. And it wasn't like she cared much either.
"How was school luv?" he asked.
"Odd," she said, sitting down on the bed. "Its just starting to get around school that me and Dylan are no more. I think its effecting people I don't even know, more than it did me."
He smiled. "That a bad thing?"
"No. I think it's a good thing. As I've said many many times, me and Dylan aren't right for each other. Me and you are."
"And always will be," he said, kissing her forehead.
"I love you so much Spike," she said, pulling him down ontop of her. She giggled when he kissed her belly button. "Stop it, it tickles."
He looked up at her and slid up her body, resting his lips on hers.
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 sat in class the next day. It was science, and Buffy had been dreading it all morning. She couldn't sit with Dylan, not after everything that happened. Being the great guy he is, Xander offered to switch seats with her. She was so thankful for that. Not only did it give her time away from Dylan, but also it let her talk to Willow a bit more. She wanted to make sure her friends were okay with how she felt.
"So, you don't mind?" Buffy asked, looking over at the red head. "I know this must be hard on you guys. But I just can't be with Dylan anymore. Not that he isn't wonderful, he is. Just not for me."
"I know Buffy. And I'm glad you're doing what you think is best. It'll just . . .Take a while to get back to . . . Normal. Or as close to normal as possible. But we'll always be your friends, me and Xander, always," Willow said, smiling. "That is something you cant get out of."
"Thanks Will. Its good to know you don't hate me like my mother will when she finds out."
"You haven't told her?"
"No, and I'm going to keep not telling her for as long as possible. I want to enjoy the happy times with Spike I have before she ruins them."
Buffy walked down a long road. She was on her way to see Spike at his motel. Her mother was home, and she knew that disaster would strike if he was the one to come over. She didn't mind sneaking around behind her mother's back, she had somehow gotten used to it. Her mother never approved of anyone, except for Dylan. And they just weren't meant to be.
Taking a deep breath, she walked up to the door that had the number "18" printed on it. She brought her hand up and knocked lightly.
A few seconds later, Spike opened the door and moved aside for her to enter. She walked in, and looked around.
The room wasn't much. A bed, a dresser, a bathroom and a closet. But it wasn't like she expected a castle. And it wasn't like she cared much either.
"How was school luv?" he asked.
"Odd," she said, sitting down on the bed. "Its just starting to get around school that me and Dylan are no more. I think its effecting people I don't even know, more than it did me."
He smiled. "That a bad thing?"
"No. I think it's a good thing. As I've said many many times, me and Dylan aren't right for each other. Me and you are."
"And always will be," he said, kissing her forehead.
"I love you so much Spike," she said, pulling him down ontop of her. She giggled when he kissed her belly button. "Stop it, it tickles."
He looked up at her and slid up her body, resting his lips on hers.