*Yadda, yadda, yadda* = Thoughts (+ Dreams)
*Yadda, yadda, yadda* = Flashbacks
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Deep Down
*I want her, I really do. I need her, that much is obvious. I love her, it's easy to tell that's true........Since when did I start talking in poetry? I'm supposed to be the tough one, I'm not some sappy poet like Spike!!*
The bell in the Magic Box jingled as it was wearily pushed open and a forlorn figure entered.
*The Magic Box looks different somehow, quiet, eerily quiet. Where is everyone? Where's Anya? She's usually behind the desk. Sure hope there's no customers, I'm not in the mood for nonstop chatter at the minute*
The shop was void of customers, servers or the Scooby Gang, on a Saturday this was weird at best.
*Suppose they're at the Bronze, can't see Giles dancing though....bad visual time. Guess I should check there*
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Dawn sat on the couch, channel hopping with a distinctly bored look covering her face, everyone was out, no-one had time for her anyhow, nobody wanted her around. The front door slammed shut.
"Dawnie, it's me", Tara's voice called.
*Goody*, Dawn thought bitterly, *Now she remembers about me*
"Hey Dawnie, you alright?", Tara asked, peering around the door into the living room. Dawn ignored her and stared at the T.V.
"Dawnie?", Tara persisted, sitting beside Dawn.
"Fine", Dawn snapped, flipping channels again, getting rapidly more irritated.
"Do you think I'm stupid?", Tara asked gently, trying to coax a reaction out of Dawn. Dawn shrugged indifferently and immediately felt guilt at the look of hurt on Tara's face.
"I'm....uh.....going....uh..w...well Night", Tara stammered, getting up and walking out the room. Dawn frowned and turned the television off, she bit her tongue and sat for a few minutes in total silence before running after Tara. She found Tara sat on the bed she shared with Willow, reading.
"Tara....I'm sorry", Dawn whispered. Tara looked up at the miserable young teenager stood in her room, she knew Dawn had been having a hard time, she wished she'd open up to somebody...anybody. Dawn felt her body start to tremble and her knees began to shake.
"Sit down", Tara said softly, "Talk to me". Dawn shook her head.
"I don't want to talk to you", she whispered, tears starting to shine in her eyes and pain of life showing in her voice. Tara got up and went over to Dawn, worried that the girl was going to break down.
"Why?", Tara asked gently, watching for Dawn's reaction.
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*Oh man this music really sucks*
Xander slumped back in his seat and watched as the couples around him gyrated in sexual dances. Where was Anya? What was she doing that was so important she couldn't come to the Bronze with him?
"Hey there stranger, where is everyone?", Buffy asked, bouncing onto the sofa next to him, hoping to hide her misery she was controlling.
"Hey Buff, well Dawn went home, Tara went with her, Willow and Anya.........have disappeared off the face of the planet and Giles is over there with....woah....he got a chick!", Xander replied, his eyes widening. Buffy laughed softly.
"Breath Xander, breath", she smirked, "Your night sucking as much as mine?". Xander nodded.
"No-one has the time to party now", he groaned. Buffy shrugged before standing up.
"Come on, dance with me. We might as well enjoy ourselves", she smiled, Xander smiled back and stood up.
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I know it's short but I completely forgot about this fic and when I finally remembered it was here I forgot what I was writing about. It might come back to me by next chap.