A/N: Another chapter for this one. Pre-written, and slightly editored, my style :P
Celtic Cross: The lyrics are Someday - Nickelback -- and thankyou SO much! I'm so glad that you liked it!
wantthefireback: The backstage, and the concert and EVERYTHING is right around the corner
LoveHiei-Rine: You'll find out what happens soon enough
MyBlondieBear: They'll meet face to face soon, they'll talk to each other in a little while...
Lifes-Slayer: Completely forgot about updating, sorry!!! Here you go!
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"Dawnie?" Buffy walked into the house and glanced into the kitchen to see her sister sitting at the island eating what appeared to be cold pizza.
"Mmm?"
Buffy smiled slightly at her, before putting the keys down on the table, "Tasty?"
Dawn finished her mouthful and smiled brightly, "Not really."
She sounded so cheerful now. Actually, she had sounded cheerful since Willow had given the tickets to them. And she had stuck to her word. Her room was spotless and she was acting like an absolute angel.
Laughing, Buffy set down a plastic bag of necessary foods that she had picked up from the supermarket.
"What would you say if I told you we were going shopping this afternoon? As a reward for you excellent behavior?"
Dawn's eyes lit up. "I'll go get my bag!"
With that, she sprinted upstairs and out of sight. Buffy chuckled softly, picking up her purse and keys and making her way to the front door, where she waited for Dawn, who returned in seconds.
"Ready to go?" Buffy asked.
"Ready to go!"
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Neither Summer's girl could drive – Dawn was too young and Buffy wasn't the sort that you would let on the road, so the girls were forced to walk to the mall.
"Okay, here's the deal. We buy each other's clothes… so we don't disagree. I mean – if you choose for me, and I choose for you… we can't… you know?" Dawn raised her eyebrows at her sister's twisted logic, but nodded just the same, "And… we'll probably have to stick to op shops… I can't afford much…" Again, Dawn nodded.
"Can we go now?" she asked, turning and looking to a store that held assorted second-hand clothing.
Buffy nodded, and Dawn sprinted into the shop. Smiling, Buffy followed.
When she got inside the store, she realized her sister was the one carrying the two foot high pile of clothes.
"Dawnie?"
"Hey… I thought we could…" She put the clothes on a seat, "Choose a select amount of clothes then choose from them?"
"Good plan. But that sparkly orange number you got there? It's of the bad…"
Dawn smirked, "Yeah… fine. No orange. It doesn't suit you anyway."
For a second Buffy boiled over with anger, but she controlled it and walked over to a rack, where she began to gather outfits for her sister.
After about ten minutes, the girls met up where they had split, each with an equal pile of clothes for the other.
"Okay… so how's this gonna work?" Buffy asked Dawn.
"Here," Dawn gave her a huge pile of clothes, "Take it and sort it. What you want, and what you don't want. Then we can eliminate one by one."
Buffy nodded her agreement.
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The girls had been sorting their clothes for yet another ten minutes. Buffy's pile was barely a third of the size that it had been when she received it. Dawn had clothes in there that would barely cover her chest. She didn't want to go to a concert where it felt and looked like she was a street whore or something.
Dawn on the other hand was looking for more revealing clothes. Buffy had chosen nun outfits. Dawn giggled. Nun outfits. She'd have to bring that up later.
She turned as she was tapped on the shoulder, turning around to face Buffy, who was looking at her sheepishly.
"What?"
Buffy held up the tiny pile of clothes that she had left. Dawn laughed and held up hers, which was a similar size.
"Process of elimination?"
Dawn nodded and sat on the chair in the middle of the store.
Dawn held up a pair of plain black pants and a red top, and Buffy grimaced. Buffy, in turn, held up a tight red skirt and a singlet. Dawn shook her head.
Dawn held up a knee length dress. "Does that have… stains on it?" her sister asked.
"This is a second-hand store, Buffy…" she replied, discarding the item.
They went on like this for what seemed like ever. Finally, they settled on clothes.
They hung the rejected clothes back on the rack and ventured to the change rooms with their chosen outfits.
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Buffy peeked her head out of the change rooms and glanced around.
"Dawn?" she whispered.
Dawn stepped out of her cubicle, smiling.
She looked almost twenty. Buffy's eyes traveled over her. Maybe this wasn't such a great idea…
Dawn span around. She was wearing a black denim skirt lined with red lace at the bottom with a tight red t-shirt, patterned with black musical notes in a diagonal alignment. Inwardly cringing, Buffy forced a smile.
"Do you think you look a little… uh…" she searched for the words without success.
"Skanky?"
Buffy frowned, but nodded.
"Nope. I think it's perfect. And look!" she held out a pair of black, high-healed leather boots, "These would cover up my legs! No over-exposure!"
Sighing, Buffy stepped out of the change rooms.
Dawn grinned. She had known Buffy would choose this. She was wearing a skimpy white tanktop with the black silhouetted outline of a guitar on the front. She also wore the black denim jeans that Dawn had found at the back of one of the racks. They hugged her legs really tightly. Which was perfect if she wanted to look hot. But she didn't. She didn't want to come across at a hoe when she met this guy.
She tried to tone it down by slipping on a pair of pointed black shoes with a slight heal and no back. All it did was add a slightly casual edge.
"Can we get them, Buffy! Please? They're perfect!"
"Do I look like a-"
"No! You look perfect!" Dawn exclaimed running back into her change room cubicle and shutting the curtain before Buffy could object.
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The two girls walked home with their bags full of make-up, clothes, shoes and underwear.
Dawn had insisted Buffy buy new underwear – 'just in case'. Just in case what, she didn't know. What did Dawn expect? That she was going to jump this guy at his first sexist comment? At his first compliment?
"I like your eyes…" Spike whispered.
Buffy felt her heart rate accelerate. She began to breath heavily, and Spike watched her curiously. Next thing she knew, she had flown across the room and straddled him on the couch dry humping him senseless, all the while tangling her tongue with his... in front of Dawn.
Buffy laughed out loud. What a funny thought.
"Oh my god! Only two days to go!" Dawn squealed as they reached the front door.
Buffy's smile was wiped away as she groaned. Oh my god. Only two days to go.
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A/N: Tell me what you thought of that! I have to know where to go if I'm gonna keep going with it!