5/8/04
She awoke. Nothing seemed familiar as she glanced widely yet tiredly about her in this huge purple room. Several blankets weighed her down, and she glanced at the clock. It read well past seven in the morning, slowly, she realized that in her time zone it was nearly lunchtime. She pushed off the blankets and rolled out of bed, attempting to place her foot on the ground. She missed by five inches and ended up sprawled on the ground, looking up at the huge bed, wondering how she got up there in the first place. A face appeared above her, looking decidedly concerned. "Why are you upside down?" Was all she could manage to ask.
His concern deepened. "Are you all right?" He asked staring down at her. It was then that she realized he wasn't standing above her, but was in the very bed she had just vacated. "Why are you in my bed?"
"Actually it was you who was in my bed until you fell out of it." He corrected gently.
"Oh." She said simply. "I didn't fall out of it by the way, I was trying to get out of it, but then I fell."
"Ok." He said slowly, looking at her like she was missing a huge portion of the conversation.
"Why was I in your bed?" She asked dumbly.
"Because we shared it the night before." He supplied, he was rather curious to find out when she would put it all together.
"That was really nice of you." She looked down at herself. "I'm rather chilly, if you'll excuse me please." She got up naked and walked to his dresser and pulled out a pair of pants and a light yellow button down shirt. She then headed into the bathroom like she had been there several times before. He counted to ten, one... two... three... four... five... six... seven... eight... nine....... "AHH!" The horrified shriek came from the bathroom; she rushed out and pointed to the pants. "These aren't mine!" He closed his eyes in mind annoyance.
"Of course their not yours." He said calmly, but his words were clipped. "Didn't I just tell you that you were in my bed?"
"Yes?" Her eyebrow ticked as she tried to figure out what he meant.
"You know, yesterday you weren't this dumb." He said slowly.
"Yesterday, I wasn't this wasted." She supplied cheerily.
"Right..." He narrowed his eyes this was different.
"I'm going to go take a shower now." She turned around and entered the bathroom again. A scream admitted from the bathroom, and he ran in there, and she was looking wildly around her.
"What is up with you?" He questioned in a totally bewildered.
"Did we- did we sleep together?" She asked scared.
Ohh, what's going to go on next time? You'll just have to read chapter 2 to find out.
She awoke. Nothing seemed familiar as she glanced widely yet tiredly about her in this huge purple room. Several blankets weighed her down, and she glanced at the clock. It read well past seven in the morning, slowly, she realized that in her time zone it was nearly lunchtime. She pushed off the blankets and rolled out of bed, attempting to place her foot on the ground. She missed by five inches and ended up sprawled on the ground, looking up at the huge bed, wondering how she got up there in the first place. A face appeared above her, looking decidedly concerned. "Why are you upside down?" Was all she could manage to ask.
His concern deepened. "Are you all right?" He asked staring down at her. It was then that she realized he wasn't standing above her, but was in the very bed she had just vacated. "Why are you in my bed?"
"Actually it was you who was in my bed until you fell out of it." He corrected gently.
"Oh." She said simply. "I didn't fall out of it by the way, I was trying to get out of it, but then I fell."
"Ok." He said slowly, looking at her like she was missing a huge portion of the conversation.
"Why was I in your bed?" She asked dumbly.
"Because we shared it the night before." He supplied, he was rather curious to find out when she would put it all together.
"That was really nice of you." She looked down at herself. "I'm rather chilly, if you'll excuse me please." She got up naked and walked to his dresser and pulled out a pair of pants and a light yellow button down shirt. She then headed into the bathroom like she had been there several times before. He counted to ten, one... two... three... four... five... six... seven... eight... nine....... "AHH!" The horrified shriek came from the bathroom; she rushed out and pointed to the pants. "These aren't mine!" He closed his eyes in mind annoyance.
"Of course their not yours." He said calmly, but his words were clipped. "Didn't I just tell you that you were in my bed?"
"Yes?" Her eyebrow ticked as she tried to figure out what he meant.
"You know, yesterday you weren't this dumb." He said slowly.
"Yesterday, I wasn't this wasted." She supplied cheerily.
"Right..." He narrowed his eyes this was different.
"I'm going to go take a shower now." She turned around and entered the bathroom again. A scream admitted from the bathroom, and he ran in there, and she was looking wildly around her.
"What is up with you?" He questioned in a totally bewildered.
"Did we- did we sleep together?" She asked scared.
Ohh, what's going to go on next time? You'll just have to read chapter 2 to find out.