Title – Fia'in Summer
Summary –Two lives being led by one person. Buffy Summers is the newly famous punk singer Fia'in Slayer, what happens when her friends find out.
Disclaimer – Not mine! All characters belong to Mutant Enemy and Joss Whedon
Rating – Pg-13, I suppose.
A/N – Fia'in is Irish Gaelic for 'Wild' A/N – I like W/O pairing better then W/T A/N – Reviews please, this is my first story.
Chapter 1
School had let out the day before yesterday, so I sat on a bench in the Expresso Pump waiting for my friends to arrive. I have a week to spend with my friends before I have to leave for the city. Of course they'll think that I was going to spend the summer with my dad. What a load of crap, I haven't spent time with him since the divorce and my mom and I moved to Sunnydale. No I'm actually going to LA so I can work on my new album and get ready for my big concert.
My friends have no idea that I'm a famous singer. No they believe me to be plain, boring Buffy Summers. The goody-two-shoes of the gang some innocent unprotected girl, not a wild outgoing teen. Defiantly not Fia'in Slayer the most idolized teen singer in the country. It's not like I could tell them who I am.
I had moved to Sunnydale so I could have a resemblance to a normal life. When it got screwed up I have no idea. In LA the media was always underfoot, waiting for me to slip up, in Sunnydale I had friends around just about all the time. Both places made me act different; neither let me be me.
Not to say my friends don't see the real me, usually they do during the day but when it comes to the night, I barely ever show my true side. I figure I have three personalities. Depending on the city I'm in is who I am. Sunnydale I would be the sweet, innocent Buffy Summers, LA would have to watch out for Fia'in Slayer, and anywhere else I could be the wild outgoing women I actually am.
When I was in LA the media swarmed me like bees to a honeycomb. The possibility of not going anywhere without the whole city knowing had gotten on my nerves the first year. So that summer we moved. Sending our possessions to our new suburban house in Sunnydale, my mom and I traveled. That had been three years ago.
Come the end of summer I had changed my appearance fully. I wore my hair long and blonde instead of radical pink, midnight blue or some other wacky color. Taking out my devil eye contacts left people looking into bright green eyes. This might have fooled some but I had to make sure nobody recognized me. Thus, instilling the knowledge I had to take drastic measures.
I changed my clothing. I loved how I dressed in dark colors. Goth or punk type clothing. But to be Buffy Summers, I would have to go for more of the innocent prep look. So hanging up my usual outfits I went on a shopping spree. Picking up any items that I wouldn't normally wear but willing to be seen in. Instead of blacks, and other dark colors I would go for pinks, and any other light colors.
So the past three years I have played secret identity girl with the whole world. While the world thinks I'm off in Europe studying, I'm actually only hours away from the place I used to call home. It's really not hard to make it look like I'm in Europe. Just go there for holidays, and some weekends. Just to make sure the media has pictures. It's worked for three years so I don't have to many worries if it will work this year.
Summary –Two lives being led by one person. Buffy Summers is the newly famous punk singer Fia'in Slayer, what happens when her friends find out.
Disclaimer – Not mine! All characters belong to Mutant Enemy and Joss Whedon
Rating – Pg-13, I suppose.
A/N – Fia'in is Irish Gaelic for 'Wild' A/N – I like W/O pairing better then W/T A/N – Reviews please, this is my first story.
Chapter 1
School had let out the day before yesterday, so I sat on a bench in the Expresso Pump waiting for my friends to arrive. I have a week to spend with my friends before I have to leave for the city. Of course they'll think that I was going to spend the summer with my dad. What a load of crap, I haven't spent time with him since the divorce and my mom and I moved to Sunnydale. No I'm actually going to LA so I can work on my new album and get ready for my big concert.
My friends have no idea that I'm a famous singer. No they believe me to be plain, boring Buffy Summers. The goody-two-shoes of the gang some innocent unprotected girl, not a wild outgoing teen. Defiantly not Fia'in Slayer the most idolized teen singer in the country. It's not like I could tell them who I am.
I had moved to Sunnydale so I could have a resemblance to a normal life. When it got screwed up I have no idea. In LA the media was always underfoot, waiting for me to slip up, in Sunnydale I had friends around just about all the time. Both places made me act different; neither let me be me.
Not to say my friends don't see the real me, usually they do during the day but when it comes to the night, I barely ever show my true side. I figure I have three personalities. Depending on the city I'm in is who I am. Sunnydale I would be the sweet, innocent Buffy Summers, LA would have to watch out for Fia'in Slayer, and anywhere else I could be the wild outgoing women I actually am.
When I was in LA the media swarmed me like bees to a honeycomb. The possibility of not going anywhere without the whole city knowing had gotten on my nerves the first year. So that summer we moved. Sending our possessions to our new suburban house in Sunnydale, my mom and I traveled. That had been three years ago.
Come the end of summer I had changed my appearance fully. I wore my hair long and blonde instead of radical pink, midnight blue or some other wacky color. Taking out my devil eye contacts left people looking into bright green eyes. This might have fooled some but I had to make sure nobody recognized me. Thus, instilling the knowledge I had to take drastic measures.
I changed my clothing. I loved how I dressed in dark colors. Goth or punk type clothing. But to be Buffy Summers, I would have to go for more of the innocent prep look. So hanging up my usual outfits I went on a shopping spree. Picking up any items that I wouldn't normally wear but willing to be seen in. Instead of blacks, and other dark colors I would go for pinks, and any other light colors.
So the past three years I have played secret identity girl with the whole world. While the world thinks I'm off in Europe studying, I'm actually only hours away from the place I used to call home. It's really not hard to make it look like I'm in Europe. Just go there for holidays, and some weekends. Just to make sure the media has pictures. It's worked for three years so I don't have to many worries if it will work this year.