That One Chase
debbiexfrosty
Debbie's p.o.v..
I cracked my eyes open slightly as the alarm clock rang in my ears. "Unless an EF3 tornado is on the way, I'm not getting up and waking up the rest of the team" I mumbled sleepy beyond words. Ever since Scott turned out to be the traitor of our team, and I pulled the 2 teams together, most of the responsibility fell on me. Surprisingly enough, Frosty stepped up to help with my new found work. We took turns waking up first. And today was mine. Now which one is ringing? See, I have 2 alarms, one is just an alarm clock, the other is my laptop that goes off when our storm detectors go off and I'm not there to monitor it. Thinking the ringing was coming from the normal clock, I angerly hit it until I picked it up and chucked it against the wall, still half asleep. Or at least I was until I realized we had a storm coming. "Shit!" I yelped as I grabbed my laptop to see what we had. The bad wake up continued as I saw the damage. An EF3 tornado like I predicted. Only the storm was everywhere at once! Shouting like a maniac, I began pulling on clothes while monitoring my laptop and getting everyone awake with sheer lung power, all while brushing my hair, teeth, and pulling on shoes. This storm was HUGE and we didn't have time to screw around. I was pulling on my shirt and a pair of shorts while going to open my door when Frosty bolted in, knocking into me and sending us both to the ground, him on top. Our faces nearly toughing, I blushed. Then realizing our predicament, I soon discovered the awkwardness in the room. Apparently, he was trying to do 12 things at once like I had before rushing across the hall here. Unfortunetly, he was a little too like me when it came to dressing. His shirt was in his hand, pants on, but not a belt or the button done on them. I was no better, considering I was sporting a stormy sports bra with tones ranging from blues, grays, and whites, my sleeveless blue tank top that had somehow flown to my left wrist from the fall, and jean shorts just on my hips, unbuttoned, unzipped, exposing very embarrasing lingere. Looking up at Frosty, we started to get up. After getting up himself, he started to extend his free hand to me, only to stop and stare at me. I was sitting, propped up on the palms of my hands stretched backwards, one leg extended, the other bent. Realizing this MIGHT look bad for me, considering I was half dressed, and on the floor, my hair down for once, I blushed deeper. Shaking his head, he grabbed me and helped me up before we tried to straighten ourselves. "Sorry." he said sheepishly. "I've just never seen you with your hair down." he said blushing. I smiled. "It's ok." I said, finishing pulling my shirt down. My hair is a lot longer than people think. It goes down to about where my ribcage ends. " I normally don't leave it down because I think it's just not , well, pretty on me." I confessed, picking up my hairbrush, about to put it up. That is, until Frosty stopped me. He looked at me, eyes gazing gently into mine. " Debbie, I'm a PHOTOGRAPHER. I know if someone looks good or not, regardless of where the camera is, and you look amazing with your hair down." he said smiling at me. He then walked out of the room, closing the door, presumably to get dressed. I sighed, putting the hairbrush down. I took out the ponytail and let my hair fall. This was going to be a long chase.