CH 1
William Giles sat in his car in LA traffic, beating on the steering wheel to the beat of the punk song playing on the radio. He should have known better than to try and leave Los Angeles at this hour, but he was in a bit of a hurry to get to his hometown of Sunnydale.
It seemed like ages since he had been back, well almost eight years to be exact. Ever since…no he wouldn’t think about that. It still hurt way too much and it wouldn’t do any good to start dredging up the past now.
Shaking himself of his thoughts, he concentrated on the unmoving traffic ahead of him. God how he hated LA.
“Listen I know you’re old and all, but do you know your music sucks,” a little voice from the passenger seat huffed.
William turned and looked at his seven-year-old niece who was sitting with a petulant scowl marring her cute little face.
“My my Kennedy, such language. Does your mum know you talk like that?” Spike asked with a raised brow. “And I’m not old,” William grumbled indignantly. Hell, he was hardly thirty.
Kennedy’s cheeks blushed an adorable shade of pink as she looked down sheepishly. “Sorry Uncle Will, but I don’t think I can take another minute of that junk you call music.” She whined. Then in a teasing tone added, “And yes, you are kinda old.”
William looked down at his cheeky niece and gave her a pointed look. “You do realize you’re not helping your situation right?” he asked dryly.
Kennedy pulled out the big guns and batted her big blue doe eyes up at her uncle. “Please can we listen to something else on the radio?” she begged in a sickeningly sweet voice.
William took one look at her and melted. How could he say no to that face? With an exasperated sigh, he relented. “Fine, change the bloody station, but if you put on some bubblegum garbage, I might just have to run us into that guard rail over there,” he warned.
Kennedy clapped her hands excitedly and started flipping through the stations. “That’s okay, we’re going slow enough it’ll just smash the bonnet of your car,” she commented off handedly.
William turned and looked at his niece with a look of disbelief. Bloody hell, she most definitely got her mother’s attitude. He honestly wondered how his brother-n-law, Derek, survived with both his sister, Cecily and Kennedy. He must be a bloody saint.
Kennedy channel surfed for a few minuets and finally settled on a pop station. Bouncing to the beat, she sang along to the song in an overly dramatic voice.
William cringed as he listened to the god-awful pop song that was now blaring from his stereo. Pinching the bridge of his nose, he prayed that god himself would reach down and take him out of his misery. Just when he thought his head might explode, the DJ came on and started going on about a concert that was going on that weekend in Sunnydale.
“Alright all you Blue fans, this is your last chance to get tickets for their homecoming concert. Caller number thirteen will be the lucky owner of two front row seats and back stage passes. The lines are open now, so you better act fast to make sure you’re the lucky caller.”
William rolled his eyes. Who really called into those stations anyways?
Kennedy pulled out her cell phone and had the numbers dialed faster than you could blink. She had wanted to see Blue in concert ever since she had first heard them on the radio. Unfortunately, Blue had never gone to England, but now was her chance since she was going to be in Sunnydale this weekend. She just had to be caller thirteen.
“Kennedy are you actually calling in for those tickets?” William asked incredulously.
“Are you kidding me, if I get to go to their concert I will be the only girl in my entire school to have seen them in concert,” she pointed out as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
William had never even heard of the bloody group. Probably some little boy band that every young girl from this end of the world to the other drooled over. Letting his head rest against the window, he let out a sigh. He could probably walk to Sunnydale faster than this.
Kennedy persistently called into the radio station. She was bound and determined to be the thirteenth caller. When the line started to ring, she let out a shrill scream and began to bounce up and down in her seat.
William about came out of his own skin at the sound of Kennedy’s ear piercing scream.
“Bloody fucking hell!” William yelled as he put his hands over his ears.
“It’s ringing, it’s ringing,” Kennedy shrieked throughout the car.
“All that racquet over the bloody line ringing,” William grumbled staring at the young girl as if she had lost her mind.
Kennedy rolled her eyes in her uncle’s direction and waited for someone to answer.
There was a loud squealing noise coming from the radio. William reached over, quickly turned it down and then realized that Kennedy had gotten through.
“Am I caller thirteen?” Kennedy asked in a giddy voice.
“You sure are sweetie, what’s your name?”
“Kennedy,” she all but shrieked.
“Well where are you from Kennedy?” the DJ asked, apparently intrigued by her British accent.
“I’m from London, but I’m here visiting in America,” Kennedy answered in an excited voice.
“Well Kennedy from London, you are the proud owner of two tickets and backstage passes to see Blue tomorrow night. If you’ll stay on the line, I can get the info I need,” the DJ replied as he put Kennedy on hold.
William shook his head. Just great. He hoped that Kennedy didn’t expect him to take her to some bloody boy band concert, ‘cause sure he loved his niece and he would hang the moon in her window if she asked, but boy bands were just simply out of the sodding question.
Kennedy looked over at her uncle with the biggest smile she could muster without hurting her face. She couldn’t believe it; she had tickets to see Blue.
“Alright folks, here’s Blue’s number one hit ‘Someone’” the DJ announced before starting the track.
The soft sound of an acoustic guitar came over the radio and William couldn’t help but want to turn up the volume. He listened as the person strummed the cords and created a slow rhythm. But it wasn’t until the soft voice floated over the air waves that William gave it his undivided attention.
He would know that voice anywhere. He felt his heart leap in his throat as he listened to the words of the slow song.
"You can’t eat, you can’t sleep, you can’t weep when you love someone
Feels extreme when you dream, and you scream when love someone
If you feel that strong
Can you see that one
Let me be your….
Someone to hold you tight
Someone to make you feel alright
Everyday and night
I wish I was your Someone
Someone to hold you when you're weak
Someone to make you feel complete
Everyday and night
I wish I was your Someone"
William quickly reached over and turned off the radio. It couldn’t be her. He would have known if she had gone and really made something of herself. She would have told him, right?
His head was spinning from all the things running through his head at that moment. If it was in fact her, then his world was about to come crashing in on itself.
Kennedy hung up the phone and looked at her uncle as if he was crazy. “Why did you turn that off, that’s my favorite song,” she asked huffily.
The sound of Kennedy’s voice brought him out of his musings. “Wha’?” he asked distractedly. He hadn’t heard a word she just said.
“I asked why you turned off my favorite song,” she repeated, but this time her tone was more concerned. Her uncle was acting weird, and she wasn’t sure why.
“Oh well I wanted to make sure you could hear on the phone,” William covered, running his fingers through his platinum blond hair, letting loose some of his errant curls.
“Right,” Kennedy replied not believing a word he had said and turned the radio back on.
William let out a sigh of relief when the previous song was no longer on the radio. He really didn’t think he could handle listening to that voice again.
Kennedy let out a huff. “My song’s over,” she whined.
“No worries, you’ve got your grandfather to take you to your little concert, and if that’s their number one hit, I’m sure they’ll play it there,” William assured the pouting child next to him.
Kennedy looked over with big eyes. “You mean your not taking me?” she asked truly disappointed.
Oh shit! How in the buggering hell was he supposed to explain this one. There was no way in hell he could go to that concert, especially if it was her.
“Ken you know I would love to take you, but you know I’m not into that sort of thing,” he tried for an easy out.
“But Grandpa’s all old, even older than you,” Kennedy pouted.
“Come on, he’s not that old. Besides, I bet he knows more about this band than I do,” William suggested. And if his father did know, he would kick his ass good and proper.
Kennedy let her shoulders sag. “Fine, I’ll take Grandpa,” she relented.
“Atta girl,” William cooed as he ran his fingers through his niece’s light brown ringlets.
Kennedy couldn’t help but smile. “Alright, your gonna make my hair all fuzzy if you don’t quit,” she warned playfully.
“Sorry, I forgot you have some hot date to impress when we get to Sunnydale,” William teased.
“Ew Uncle Will,” Kennedy said as she scrunched up her nose.
“Aw, music to my ears,” William replied and Kennedy let out a laugh.
Traffic finally started to pick back up and they were now well on their way to the good old town of Sunnydale. Now if he could only manage to not run into ‘her’.
A/N The song in this chap is "I Wish I Was Your Somone" by D.H.T and all lyrics and rights belong to there rightful owners.