Okay, here's the next chapter. Thank you to my only reviewer, Annie. I appreciate the…kindly put demand. Lol.

Chapter two:

Dawn Summer woke to the warm sun basking her entire body in its blanket of heat. The entirety of the things from her room that she'd need was stuffed into an oversized duffel bag. The only things still littering her tabletops were the last minutes things. A hairbrush, curling iron, make-up, elastics, and a neatly ironed outfit she had set aside for today the night before.

Connor would be arriving shortly after nine and it was seven forty-five at the moment. That gave her enough time to shower and get ready before he got there. She would stick to her bedroom as much as possible. No need wasting precious minutes with any other of the house's occupants. She wouldn't have enough time to entertain them with her fake visage of a teen that was completely happy with life and not marred with the scars of her family's out falling.

"Towels…" Dawn muttered as she rummaged about her room. The things she couldn't fit into her duffel bag were many. An assortment clothes and stuffed toys littered the floor. Finding a red towel, Dawn set out for the bathroom.

After a short shower she walked back to her room and dried her hair. Curling the sugar brown strands into small ringlets she proceed in sweeping it all into a tight ponytail allowing the ringlets to hang gracefully over her upper back. After that she did her make-up, making sure not to apply too much. A light dust of sea green eye shadow and a thick coat of mascara mixed with the lightest amount of eyeliner to bring out her blue eyes. She then proceed in adding the slightest of blush and an assortment of different lip glosses, the most prominent leaving her lush lips a flattering red colour.

Packing away each of the items she used to prefect her image in the mirror, Dawn picked up the outfit she chose to wear that day. Allowing the red towel to slip from her body, she pulled on a black, pleated mini-skirt followed by an attractive, white v-neck t-shirt decorated with many different hard rock band names. It was a present from Tara a while back. Allowing the shirt to partly show her black bra underneath, she did a last touch up on her lips and looked at her watch. It was five to nine. She finished getting ready by putting on many chains each holding a charm meaningful to her, mostly crosses. She looked her self over one last time and ran to the window. Picking up her duffel bag, she slipped out the open window.

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Connor woke up at eight fifteen. After quickly checking over what he had packed he got dressed, having had a shower the previous night. He pulled on a grey t-shirt and faded jeans. Pulling a hairbrush through his somewhat long, brown hair, not reaching his shoulders as of yet, he ran out the door sure to remember his things packed away neatly in a duffel bag.

Reaching the car he had acquired weeks before he threw his bag into the back seat and set out for Sunnydale. With the car being the sleek, black convertible it was the drive was more than enjoyable. Making sure to leave the passenger's seat, reserved for Dawn, clear he listened to an assortment of his favourite rock bands. Since he's return to his home dimension, Connor was more drawn to the depressing, angsty music and rock anthems.

Passing a sign labelling 'Welcome to Sunnydale' he proceed in pulling out a map of the town and directions Dawn gave him to her house. It was fifteen minutes until he reached a street labelled 'Revello Drive'. A quick look at the car's clock told him it was ten after nine. He slowly drove down the street, checking each house number. Finally, about half way in, he reached his destination. Sixteen thirty, Revello Drive.

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Dawn sighed as she looked up at the house she called home for six years. On the exterior it looked like this happy, safe-haven. Dawn knew it was far from it. All the horrible things she had experienced within those walls…Dawn shook the memories away.

"Time to put the past behind me," she muttered under her breath. With a big sigh she turned back toward the street. She could hear a car slowly driving down the street. Within moments the car came into view. A black convertible steadily drove to the curb before her house. A boy, only maybe a year or two older than Dawn herself sat behind the wheel.

"Dawn?" He asked hopefully. Dawn felt the corners of her mouth turn up in a smile. He was cute. Really cute.

"Yeah," she responded. Picking up her bag, she walked up to the car. "Connor, I presume?" Her voice was light and playful.

He smiled back. "That'd be me."

Dawn chuckled and threw her bag into the backseat, alongside Connor's. Jumping over the passenger's side she smiled yet again. "Take me away from this hellhole."

Connor looked back to the seemingly happy home and shrugged. "What ever you say sunrise."

Dawn smiled at the dopey nickname her friend had created what seemed like so long ago. It didn't seem that sappy now that she heard it come from his lips in person. The thing about that thought that seemed to scare her most was how damn right it felt.

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Okay, this is the second chapter. I hope whoever reads this likes.