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Sorry for late, here’s the new part, enjoy! ;)




VII (II)

“Just tell me, sis, it’s a radio, isn’t it?” Dawn exclaimed.
“Yes...”
“So, there’s no one who can see you...”
“Technically, no, there’s no one...”
“So, can you explain me why it’s been two hours since you’ve started turning your closet upside down trying to find something nice to wear?” Dawn asked.
Buffy blushed instantly.
“Dawn, shouldn’t you be in your bed already?” she said trying to evade the question.
“Uff, I’m not a kid anymore, so I can stay up annoying my dear sister as long as I please!” she struck back. “Anyway, what you are wearing now is just perfect!” she advised her.
“Do you really think so?” Buffy asked, looking at her image in the mirror. She was wearing a pair of black jeans with a very low-cut white tank top with black strips all around her neck. Her hair was pulled up, leaving a few locks off the ponytail to frame her face.
“Yes, absolutely, you’ll see, he will be impressed!” Dawn went on.
“How many times do I have to tell you? There is no one I want to impress tonight!” the blonde snapped... but she didn’t change her outfit.

A few minutes later the bell rang.
“That must be the * person you don’t want to impress tonight. * Let me open the door for him!” the teenager said, rushing towards the door, as Buffy glanced on the image reflected on the mirror for the last time.
Dawn wasn’t wrong: it was William. He smiled at her... and Dawn almost passed out!

“Hey, what a beautiful girl we have here. So, tell me, how many hearts have you already broke?” he said and she just swung, chuckling between embarrassed and excited.
“Stop bamboozling my poor little underage sister, William, we’d better go!” Buffy exclaimed, walking out the door as she put her jacket on.
“I’m sorry, Nibblet, but I must obey the Dictator your sister is! We’ll chat more next time!” William winked at her.
“Hey! I’m not a Dictator, it’s you who offered to drive me to the studios! Anyway, my sister’s name is Dawn not Nibblet!”
“But he can call me Nibblet whenever he pleases!” the teenager tweeted with dreamy eyes as they left.

In the rush, William hadn’t notice Buffy at first, but once they were on first floor he saw how she was dressed and had to admit to himself that she was amazingly beautiful... but he’d rather cut his tongue than to make a compliment to her!

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After the short but stormy ride, due to their typical bantering, the two blondes arrived to the studios.
“So, are you ready to shine together?” Xander exclaimed.
“What?” they both exclaimed shocked.
“I meant the show... what did you think?” he struck back maliciously.
“The show will be wonderful, I already know that. Anyway, what the hell are you still doing here, Whelp? Your dedications and songs program has been over for a while!” William said.
“Okay, you’ve got me there. I’m leaving now. I know that you don’t like to have people around when there’s an important event, such as tonight. Anyway, I really don’t understand... why do you keep calling me whelp? We both are twenty seven years old and you’re only two months older than me!” Xander observed.
“Well, it’s those two months that makes the difference, buddy!” the blond struck back with a cocky smile.
Buffy couldn’t help but snickering.
“Oh, boys, you are a real show together! You know what, William? In fact, you should host ‘Voices in the Night’ with him better!” Buffy suggested, but the guy in question just grabbed her by the arm and dragged her away.
“Nice try, pixie, but it won’t work, * you * are my partner!” William said, taking her into their DJ cabin as she waved at Xander from afar.

There were still five minutes left to start the show.
“So, pet, are you nervous?” he asked her as he arranged his headphones.
“A little bit, but... I don’t understand why... I’m gonna trust you!”
“Don’t worry, no more jokes!” he smiled at her, turning on the microphone, ready to begin their show.
“It’s Monday, the week starts all over again as ‘Voices in the Night’ does, but it’s not the same old routine, my dear lost souls, there’s something different...”
“The ‘something different’ here would like to point out that it’s a person!” Buffy cut him off, talking with nonchalance, as if no one was listening to them.
“Yes. It’s a person with a very spicy attitude! Well, she is Buffy, and from now on she will co-host ‘Voices in the Night’ with me...”
“I still wonder what I did that was so bad to deserve this?” she joked. “Anyway, a cozy greet to everyone!” she added with a smile.
“Cozy? *You*?! That’s new!” he teased her, but she threw daggers at him with her eyes. “It’s useless to stare at me like that, no one can see it!” he went on.

Among phone calls, letters and advices, it was the time for the Hit of the Week, and Buffy kept silent, listening carefully to every word.
Spike noticed that, so he preferred not to disturb her.

DO YOU EVER FEEL LIKE BREAKING DOWN?
DO YOU EVER FEEL OUT OF PLACE?
LIKE SOMEHOW YOU JUST DON’T BELONG
AND NO ONE UNDERSTANDS YOU?

< Yes, that’s the way I feel almost every day!> Buffy thought.

DO YOU EVER WANT TO RUN AWAY?
DO YOU LOCK YOURSELF IN YOUR ROOM?
WITH THE RADIO ON TURNED UP SO LOUD
THAT NO ONE HEARS YOU SCREAMING

NO, YOU DON’T KNOW WHAT IT ’S LIKE
WHEN NOTHING FEELS ALRIGHT
YOU DON’T KNOW WHAT IT’S LIKE TO BE LIKE ME

Buffy knew perfectly knew how it felt like, though. She remembered when she had found out about her mother’s terrible disease, having to act as if everything was alright so Dawn wouldn’t get upset, and to show her that she was strong. But as soon as she had the chance, she locked herself in her room, tuned the radio on a happy song, sometimes it was way too happy, and then turning up the volume so she wouldn’t be heard as she cried.

TO BE HURT, TO FEEL LOST
TO BE LEFT OUT IN THE DARK
TO BE KICKED WHEN YOU ’RE DOWN
TO FEEL LIKE YOU’VE BEEN PUSHED AROUND
TO BE ON THE EDGE OF BREAKING DOWN
AND NO ONE THERE’S TO SAVE YOU
NO, YOU DON’T KNOW WHAT IT’S LIKE
WELCOME TO MY LIFE

That was different for Buffy, someone had come to save her, and that someone was looking at her, raising his thumbs at her to make her understand that she was doing okay, but Buffy was too engrossed by the song to notice that.

DO YOU WANNA BE SOMEBODY ELSE?
ARE YOU SICK OF FEELING SO LEFT OUT?
ARE YOU DESPERATE TO FIND SOMETHING MORE
BEFORE YOUR LIFE IS OVER?

Buffy had already found something more than she expected, because, of course, working in a radio station would not make her earn an exaggerated amount of money, but it was one hundred times better than to work at the Double Meat Palace.

The song went on, until Buffy heard it fade out, and under Spike’s supervision she turned on the microphone, ready to talk.
“It was the last hit of Simple Plan, ‘Welcome to my Life’, I just wanted to tell the singer that maybe someone out there knows how it feels like, although that doesn’t mean that everyone always abandon you when you’re at your lowest level. Just when you least expect it, someone might rescue you...” she said, as she smiled sweetly at Spike, amazing him. “Sure, sometimes it can even be the most unbearable person on the whole planet... but that is another story!” she added immediately after, as Spike shook his head in resignation, smiling at himself.

< Now I know it’s her!>

The two hours flew, leaving the two blondes with a wonderful feeling as the phone calls had increased more and more as time passed.
They didn’t need to see the ratings the day after, Spike and Buffy already knew it was a success.

TBC





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