We're not that different, are we?

"Hello everyone" She smiled warmly and bent over to look at the camera giving anyone watching an eyeful of cleveage "I hope you'll all well tonight, if you ignore the rain"
The girl pouted and carried on.
"I hope you'll join me on this journey, it'll be.. revealing to say the least" again she giggled and smiled at the camera.
Her bright green eyes shone as the lights flickered on them. She was wearing the top of a bikini, a rather strappy looking bikini at that and very... VERY short denime(sp?) shorts.
Placing a finger gently upon her lips she whispered "But you won't tell anyone.. will you?" Pouting again she claimed that it was her and the viewers little secret.
Laughing she stood up straight, as she did so she flicked her hair from her face, blew a kiss at the screen and ran into a large beachside home.

A plodding noise could be heard echoeing through the perfectly lined houses of Campman street. It was 11:30, and rain was thrashing down, making large puddles and making the otherwise wonderfully tended-to grass soggy and sunken-looking.
He gave out an irritated sigh. He was enjoying himself at his teacher- Leiard's house, untill his younger brother Skye got home. Needless to say the siblings weren't the best of friends, and a very angry, very loud fight had ended up in Ikki being thrown out of the house to go back home, with some swearing to boot. He kicked a stray pebble from the pavement, not bothering to try shielding himself from the downpoar.
'Stupid, stupid Skye.' he complained, arriving at his house.
He pushed an old key into his door, turning it a little too quickly so that it bent. 'Damn bastard!' he muttered, kicking the door open and ripping the jammed key out. He hovered his hand over it so as to straighten it, but instead a daisy began to grow from the metal. 'For shit's sakeeeee.' he groaned, tossing it aside.
He went to his cupboard, grabbing a cup of instant ramen and setting the kettle to boil. Sighing, he reached for the remote, turning the tv on. 'That's funny'. He thought to himself. Nothing happened.
'Batteries must be dead, damnit!' he spat, trudging lazily to the tv. He pressed the button, but still nothing happened. Checking the plugs, he found everything should have been perfect, so why wasn't it working?
A static sound protruded from the set and he jumped back in alarm. 'What the?' he said, on his hands, his knees bent. The TV fuzzed a little, and an image of a girl slowly appeared.


He'd heard idol rumours of a 'midnight channel' but dismissed them as stupid. He was a magician [even if not a good one...] but not an idiot. [much.]
This couldn't be it, could it? Noway did the words of those gossiping girls at school hold any ground. Or did they?

The image started getting clearer. A pretty ginger girl smiled at him from the screen..there was a girly laugh, and she opened her mouth to speak.....