Okay on with the story!
I do not own glee. (Kinda wish I did though)
Be Careful What You Wish For!
This shit is totally not happening.
Nope it's definitely not.
It's not even fucking possible.
Yup, all of this is just a bad dream.
It all started this morning when the song 'Ain't nothin' gonna break my stride….' booms through the room. His eyes snap open. Because what the hell? Who played this crap in his room? His mom never even touches his iPod or stereo. And he's a hundred percent sure his sister hates these kind of tunes. So who? He scratches the back of his head and starts to sit up. But once he touches his head he freezes. Why the hell does he have long hair? He looks down at his body.
WHAT THE FUUUCCCKK?
He jumps from the bed and steady's himself. Then he realizes he's not in his room. He knows this room, it's just he couldn't put his finger on whose the owner. But he has other matters to worry about. He rushes to the bathroom door and looks at the mirror.
Holy shit.
The reflection he see's is not him.
It's Rachel.
Rachel-Freakin-Berry.
Whaa…how? He has no words to describe the way he feels. He does not know what to think, what to say, or what to do. All he does is stare at the reflection in the mirror. He tries pinching himself hoping it's a bad dream, but no; it's not a dream. He tries slapping himself, washing his face and closing his eyes shut. But nothing is working. How the hell did he get in this position?
He tries to calm down and think.
He walks back to the room and look around. There's a picture of Rachel's and her dads, Rachel at the age of three where she won her first dance competition, and a poster of some Broadway stars.
Yup he's definitely in Rachel's room. (Duhh!)
He hears a knock from the door and he's head snaps up at the door. One of her dads-he thinks his name is Andrew- pokes his head in the room.
"Rachel honey, me and your father are ready to leave. You sure you'll be okay on your own?"
He doesn't respond immediately and just stare at her dad. Andrew fatherly instinct went to 'on' mode.
"Honey are you ok? We don't have to go if you don't feel well."
Gahh, the image of him being with her dads alone freaks him out. Say something dude! Anything!
"Umm no dad I'm fine. Just a little bit tired." Whoa he sounds girly. Andrew seems not convince.
"Are you sure because….."
He was cut off by the other dad. "Andrew! Hurry up! We'll be late for our flight!" "Coming Dan! Just wait for a minute!" He shouts back to Dan, and then looks back at him or her. Whatever.
"Really dad I'm fine, just go." He tries to smile while saying this but still it feels super awkward.
"Okay, if you need anything just call us okay sweetie?" He nods. He almost sigh a relief but stops when Andrew came up and kissed him on the forehead. "Bye Rachel."
Once the door shut closed and he hears the car pulls away he falls to the bed.
Please let this be a horrible dream. He doesn't move an inch. He tries to think some logical reason to this fucked up situation. Then it hit him.
If he's in Rachel's body, then that means…
Shit.
She's in his body!
He was about to dial her phone number (his, her, whatever) when suddenly he hears a knock on the door. He stumbles down stairs and runs to the door. Damn Berry and her tiny legs.
Once he opens it, he feels like his looking at the mirror all over again.
But this time it's really him.
"We need to talk."
She wakes up at 7 P.M. but its suprisingly quite. It's shocking because she is usually wakened by her songs. But not this morning. Thank God it's Sunday or she'd be late. She sits up and sniffs the air.
What's that smell? And why does her head feels so cold? It feels so chilly around her scalp. She reaches out and touches her head.
Freeze.
"AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
She hears footstep coming towards the room and a woman suddenly burst in the room.
"What? What's wrong? Is there a fire?"
She looks at the woman with a horrid look. Why did her scream sounded like a boy?
"Whheerr hair? Whhaaa? HAAIRR!"
She could barely make a sentence and all the woman could do is look at her like she was mad.
"What are you talking about Noah? Your hair is there! Your hideous Mohawk is there!"
She touches the center of her head and realizes she has some hair. Ha some. This is not some!
She has a Mohawk for god sake! That is surely not some!
Wait, did she say Noah?
"Get up and wash up Noah. You almost gave me a heart attack. I'm going to work early today. Sarah is going to Mrs. Pinkston today. So behave!" She turned around and went downstairs.
Once Noah's mom was gone she dashed her way to the bathroom.
God.
She's seeing Noah?
This is all a dream. She tries to convince herself. She closes her eyes and pinches herself and counted to three. Once she opens her eyes, she still see's a boy with a Mohawk.
She doesn't know what to do. So she did what any normal girl would do.
She fainted.
It took her a good ten minutes to regain her conscious. When she stands to look at the mirror he still see's his face and that ridiculous haircut. She doesn't know what to do so she rushes back to Noah's room and search for his keys. Once she found them she runs down the stairs and fumbles with the keys to his truck. She drove to her house and parked right in front of her house then marches to her way to the door and knock furiously on the door. She hears footsteps running towards the door. Once the door opens she almost felt like fainting again. She's seeing herself.
"We need to talk." She said urgently.
Sooooo whataya think? Was it good? I hope it was not horrible, cause I'm continuing this story. Hopefully it'll turn out good.
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