Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight or it's characters. I also do not own the music I make reference to.
BPOV (Bella)
As the music faded out, I pushed the green button that transferred the connection from the music to my voice. "And that was Adele for you're listening pleasure. And I'm , your late night, underpaid, over worked DJ at WZ20 here in the lovely southern Florida… er moonlight, seeing as it is just before midnight and if you're listening either you're a huge fan of music, like me, or you're searching for background noise to study by and I encourage you to not change the channel and just chill back, because next I'm going to bring you some Downtown Fiction to lose yourself in. Enjoy…"
I hit the blue button that took my voice off the air and blasted "I Just Wanna Run." Jasper locked eyes with me and gave me a thumbs up as he pressed some of his own buttons and then leaned into the intercom. "Hey, Bella, storm's coming in and it looks bad. Wanna just make a playlist 'til morning and head on out?"
I looked out the one window we had in this rinky-dink makeshift station and saw the lightning strike a few miles away. I bit my lip, thinking it over, but I really didn't want to leave. I lived for the nights that Jasper and I ran the station. We'd joke throughout the night and play awesome music that was either being played on the popular stations with disc jockeys getting paid actually paychecks versus the measly sum I was getting, or the kind of music that only Jasper and I had heard of.
The control was so sweet.
I tilted my head, "I'd rather stay, you?"
Jasper slouched back in his patched desk chair, popping his feet up on the two inches of free space by the sound board. "I got nowhere to be, I'm good." I laughed as I searched for another track to play before the song ran out. Jasper and I got along pretty well and we both put this job first when we were here and not because of the boss or the pay, but because it's what we enjoyed.
We were self-described music junkies.
APOV (Alice)
Two hours and counting…
I needed to stay here, at this specific desk, just in case someone, by some chance, came in looking for directions or information about the college or the location. But, seriously, come on, no one was coming in.
It was Friday night, ten minutes till midnight. Everyone was off partying or going out to party. There was no way in hell that someone was just wandering around exploring the campus at this hour.
I'd done this job long enough to know the routine. At least it paid a few bills of mine and I could get my homework done in between people asking inane questions. This place was my very own study hall, but I also got paid.
I turned the dial on the 1980's boom box we had stashed back here up just a tad as The Downtown Fiction finished their track and listened as the girl that DJ-ed at night intro-ed the next song.
"… I hope you enjoyed that, because my fabulous tech guy and I are certainly enjoying ourselves enough even if the seventeen people that are probably just flipping by our channel aren't. Well, hopefully you won't leave because of me, hopefully the next song, whether you know it or not, will keep you interested. Here is JDX with "Love in America"…"
I hadn't heard of this song before, but the beat was freaking hyper, I loved it; totally me…
EPOV (Edward)
I slid the box cutter through the sides of the box before ripping the last of the tape up. I quickly marked off the inventory and piled the books on the cart for Emmett, my brother, when he came back in from unloading the last three I had prepared. We were the only two left for the night with the manager, Stephanie, leaving just a little bit ago.
It was a boring ass routine, but it was money. Granted, it was easy and incredibly low money, but all the same, it helped pay for food and liquor and that's all the both of us needed since our parents let us go to college on their dime, with no other worries waiting for us at all.
It was a cushy lifestyle, but we worked our asses off in our classes, so please don't act like I'm some trust fund baby, because I was a far cry from it.
Emmett came barreling in holding three of the book carts on top of each other and pretending he was driving in the Daytona 500. "Woo, man, did you hear the song she's playing right now?" I shook my head, barely showing the amount of enthusiasm he deemed appropriate. Emmett, being my brother, roommate, and sometimes worst enemy, knew what kind of lust I felt for the girl on the radio. "Dude?"
Have you ever noticed how much you could say with that one word? These are the cracked up things I think about working nighttime shocking at the campus bookstore. "Let it go, dude, I don't even know her."
"So what? I don't know the coffee girl next door either, but that doesn't mean I don't want to take her on the counter every time I see her." Emmett was obsessed with the leggy blonde that was actually the assistant manager at the coffee bar across the hallway. Why he insisted making her seem like a lowly barista was beyond me? Not that there was anything wrong with being a barista, hell I'm a stock boy. We both were.
Whatever… eventually I'll be a college grad with an awesome paycheck.
"One of these days, dude, you're gonna have to go upstairs and track "" down. She's too close for you not to. What else is good about working in the student union?"
I nodded to the cart of books and grabbed another box, "yeah, well, you let me know when you talk to your obsession next door, 'kay? Then we'll talk."
RPOV (Rosalie)
"Why won't these numbers add up?" I groaned aloud. I had been playing with the numbers for an hour now and the safe still wouldn't balance out.
I knew it would be my head, if the next day's account balance did not match the computer. Ultimately, it would look as if I was floundering the money for myself since the two sums were three hundred dollars in the negative.
I turned up the music playing on the campus station, not really caring for what the lyrics said as long as the beat kept me pepped up, along with my triple cup espresso from when we closed. I began counting the cash and receipt slips once again, hoping the mistake was with my own brain versus one that made me, or another employee, lose their job.
BPOV (Bella)
The track was evaporating into the stormy air, as I pulled my mic closer and pushed a few buttons. "Well, that was Hot Chelle Rae with Tonight, Tonight in case you're interested. And just to let you know the weather is really picking up out there, so get somewhere you want to be for a while and then stay tuned because I plan on giving you all a freaking awesome soundtrack to listen to. So let's move on to, Mike Posner. Enjoy music lovers." I pushed the blue button and watched as Jasper started swiveling his chair around singing along with Bow Chicka Wow Wow.
That was a sight to behold.
Just as Jasper was starting his enthusiastic thrusting to the second chorus, the sound died in the air and the lights flashed off. "What the hell, B?" Jasper glared at me like I somehow cut the power.
"Seriously? I was enjoying the show, I guess Mother Nature wasn't." I said as I left my booth and fumbled my way into the hallway in the darkness to check the breaker. After flipping each switch back and forth, with no success, I walked back into see Jasper trying to tune the portable radio the station had stashed in the corner while holding a large yellow flashlight.
"Dead air, B. No power and now radio waves; we're screwed." The static on the WZ20 proved his point.
"So what do we do? Check the main breaker downstairs? Pack it in for the night?" Jasper had worked about three months longer than me, but we had instantly bonded over just about everything. Still I expected him to know what to do in this situation. "I guess first things first, we check if we are the only ones that lost power…" I nodded, following behind him as he walked down the corridor and then descended the stairs to the first floor of the Student Union.
A/N: Do you like? I hope you do. I've written a good chuck of the story already so I'm gonna put this on a schedule. Aren't you excited? ;)
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~Kmwhyte