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Sara and I thank you all soooo much!!!


Chapter 3

It was already 11:20 p.m. Dawn was already sleeping soundly in her room, after Buffy cleverly avoided to told her about what had happened with Scott.
She took a cup of tea, put on her pyjamas and slipped under the covers as she waited.
Finally, at midnight, a song opened the show... and then there was that voice, him, once again. A couple of greetings... and Buffy was already lost.
There’s nothing she wouldn’t give to talk with him... and there was a way she could, after all. She just needed a phone, a big amount of luck... and the braveness to do it. So far she had just confined herself to listen... and to comment out loud!

- Another phone call for us... Hi, Jessica, why are you still up?-
- Just to listen to you, of course!-

“‘Just to listen to you, of course!’” Buffy made fun of her, with an acid tone. “It’s a radio, you, moron, of course you listen to voices!”

-I’m flattered. So, what do you want to tell me in such a starry night?-
-If you want to... I could tell you what I’m wearing now...-

Buffy almost choked with her tea.
“’What I’m wearing now’?! Stupid bimbo, this is not a hotline, and he doesn’t care about that for sure!”

-Well, maybe another time... – Spike answered, sneering.

“Why? Are you even planning talking to her again? Calm down, Buffy, he’s a DJ, so he must be gentle with his listeners... it’s only that!”

- Tonight we are talking about strolls. Do you like walking, maybe along the centre streets, full of nice shops, or maybe along the beach...-

“Yes, yes, I know *where* she is taking a stroll right now... I just wonder how those girls can talk on their mobiles while they work...”

-Well, I like walking, but with you I’d do it everywhere!-

Spike stayed silent for a while, very embarrassed, as he thanked his lucky stars for working in a radio station, as the girl resumed talking... and Buffy growled at her stereo!

-You must be such a gorgeous guy, according to your amazingly sexy voice...-
-A voice means nothing. Look, I could be short, fat and wearing very big glasses-
-And you are?-

“Stupid silly girl! Who cares?- Buffy sighed, with dreamy eyes. “Spike, you could be even a horny demon ... it doesn’t change anything, I’m stuck here anyway!”

Jessica hung up and after a while Buffy finally found the braveness she needed. As a new song began, she ran to take her cordless off its cradle and she stood in front of her mirror.

“If that brainless girl could call, I can do it, too!”
She took a deep breath and dialled the number of the radio station. Oddly, she didn’t go through any operator first, so the first voice she heard was just his. Buffy almost had a heart-attack.

-Hi, I don’t know why, but it seems that you’ve skipped Level 1, and due to the fact that the operator didn’t know… what’s your name?-

“Uhmm, Oooh ... I... I... actually... mm... is Buffy there?” When Buffy realized what she had just said, she cursed herself. It was okay to feel awkward; it was okay to pretend dialling the wrong number... but to call asking for herself…she rolled her eyes inwardly.
-I... I guess you dialled the wrong number, but... if you want, you can talk with me anyway, I’m sure that Buffy can wait...-

Buffy hung up abruptly and hid herself under the covers. Yes, Buffy could wait... for the next medical visit, that was for sure!

-Well, maybe Buffy couldn’t wait... or she’s better company than me!-

“Sure, the company of a crazy girl who calls herself!”

Buffy took another breath getting out of the covers. Okay, her attempt to call wasn’t a great idea, the next time she would have to make sure she was home before doing that.
When Spike’s show ended and before falling asleep, Buffy made a mental note to herself not to spend too much time with Drusilla anymore, because her influence was getting scary!

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“...And I decided to call him... but I ended up saying that I was looking * for myself*! I don’t even know him and he’s already turning my life into hell!” Buffy finished telling Willow what had happened, sighing.
The account of her reckless adventures had been the background of their whole afternoon at the Double Meat. “But it’s stronger than me, he’s so... so... so... so...”
“Gee, Buffy, your lexical command scares me!” her friend made fun of her.
“No, Willow, I’m serious, you should listen to him, what he says, the way he says it... awww… oh, God, I’m frying more than French fries now!”
“But you didn’t tell me what station is yet!” Willow made her notice.
“Uh! You’re right! Now I don’t remember exactly... Magic... Uff! Magic something...”
“I got it, it’s Magic Box! I don’t know it but I’ve heard it’s a very listened station!”
“Yeah, and ...” Buffy resumed talking, but all of the sudden she stopped, because in the general chatting in the fast food, she had managed to recognize a voice that by then she couldn’t mistake anymore, and it came just from a table that was not very far from them.
“So, Buffy, how do you think this DJ looks like? I bet he’s a brunette, with dark eyes, and...” Willow commented with dreamy eyes, as Buffy had already turned to the table where he was, and she was completely astonished..

“Just tell me this is a bloody joke!” the boy said nervously, as he talked on his mobile.

“No, Will, he’s blonde, almost blindingly so... and he has the bluest eyes I’ve ever seen...”

( End I )

We know, this is a very, very bad cliffhanger, but evil is what we are, ihihih!!
About the name of the caller... nothing personal against all the Jessica’s around, it’s just that this was the name that crossed our minds first, ok? ;)





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