Midnight DJ || Created by @PinkSunFlower

July 2nd: the Call

My name is Peirce Donovan. I know, lame. But on air, I'm known as Midnight DJ. I'm a 22 year old college boy who got into hosting at my campus channel for a while, so I decided to take a job at a local radio station as an internship.

I never realized that they'd like me and give me the midnight time slot.

I took on the Midnight DJ persona and now give advice to my listeners.

"Alright people! Who's up at midnight tonight?" I said into the mic, raising the volume of my background music as I usually do after my opening line. I then pressed the button that echoed the sound of a cheering crowd.

"Good midnight, everyone! And you're listening to 101.5 FM. This is Midnight DJ on your radio dial! Need advice? Heartbreak problems? Let's settle it! Just don't talk about school problems, m'kay? Alright, let's hear our first caller." Reggie, my producer, held up an index finger, and I nodded, pressing the number one on my in-booth phone. "Good midnight, caller number one, what's shakin' you at this hour?"

"Hi, um, my name's Donald and today is technically my wedding day."

I raised my brows. "Whoa!"

"Yeah. Anyway, in about seven hours and fifty eight minutes, my fiancé is going to be walking down the isle towards me and I'm scared. What if I end up like her father? What if I totally ditch my future family? I mean, people say that women usually end up marrying someone like their father, so--"

"Okay, Donald, hold up," I said, interrupting his anxious chatter.

"Okay." He took a deep breath to calm himself down.

"Now, I'm no pro at marriage and commitment, but here's what I would like to know; are you in love with this girl?"

There was a long, lovelorn sigh. "Head over heels."

I smiled. "Is she the first person you look for whenever you enter a crowd?"

"Yeah."

"And do you always unconsciously reach out for her hand whenever she's next to you? Even when you know she's beside you, even when she's not going anywhere, do you do that?"

"Yeah. All the time."

I nodded. "And when you proposed to her, did you want to cry of happiness when she said yes? Remember, you're on air, so you don't have to reveal that detail."

"No, that's exactly what I did! And then we laughed together, and smiled. I'm not ashamed of that."

I smiled into the microphone. "I know the feeling."

"You do?"

I chuckled. "Yeah." Then I cleared my throat to change the subject. "Anyway, I think you're ready to marry your girl. And I also believe that, even if you think she'd be better off without you, you'd never leave her behind."

There was a sudden silence on the other end of the line.

"Hello?" I asked, my smile dropping a little.

"Sorry, I didn't want anyone hearing me cry happy tears on air."

I laughed and smiled brightly again. "Get some sleep, Donald because in about seven hours and fifty four minutes, you'll be a married man."

"Thanks Midnight DJ! I love you man!"

"Love you too!"

We hung up and I turned to Reggie. "Alright Reg, who's our next caller?"

"We've got a Chloe on hold on line two." Reggie exaggerated a bit of a low voice into his mic. I rolled my eyes; it gets old, but he clearly couldn't tell.

So I just nodded and pressed the number two. "Good midnight, Chloe! What's been keeping you up tonight?"

"Hey... Well, I don't exactly know how to say this."

"It's alright. Just speak your mind."

"Okay," she sighed heavily. "Midnight DJ, I was having problems with my ex boyfriend because he always seemed to solve the problems of the world, but he didn't do anything to solve our own relationship."

I froze for a second. "Really?" I shifted in my seat. "Is he like, part of a crisis aversion team, or something?"

"No. It's not that elaborate. He gives advice."

I nodded. "So he's a psychiatrist?"

"No. He's not licensed."

I scoff. "Wait, he gives advice for people, gets paid for it, and he's not even licensed to do so?"

She huffed in defiance. "It's not that bad, per se. I mean, he tells the people he gives advice to that it's not professional. People listen to him anyway, and they've actually gotten better lives."

I nodded. "And the problem was that he never seemed to have the same effect on your own relationship."

"Exactly."

"Does he want to get back together with you? Is this why you're conflicted tonight?"

There was a long pause. "I just want the courage to ask him what went wrong. You see, in his line of work, he has fixed so many relationships, and even if he isn't a pro, I just want him to... I don't know. I guess be able to figure out and fix what went wrong with our relationship, too, like he's done for everyone else."

"Okay, Chloe, if he broke up with you, then he obviously didn't want to fix it."

She sighed again, but this time it was shaky. "No, no he stayed. But he also complained. We both did." She exhaled lowly before continuing. It was obvious she was trying not to cry. "Neither of us were saints in the relationship. And one day, I decided that that was a bad thing and I ended it."

"Are you regretting it now?"

"Yes." Then she cleared her throat. "Peirce, I'm sorry," she whispered.

And suddenly, it was as if my throat was closing up. Chloe. Chloe Armstrong. The girl I fell for. And I fell hard.

I suddenly knew. It's like everything cleared, and I saw the whole thing; just all of it, all over again.

It was like I pressed rewind.

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Heyo!

Special thanks to PinkSunFlower for the plot!!! Means a lot and I hope I don't let you down. More to come (hopefully) soon, and please comment below what you thought of the first chapter.

P.S. If you know where I got 101.5 FM from, I'll update sooner! And I'll also give you a shoutout on the next chapter!