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Alex woke with a start. Not quite sure why she was awake. She was perfectly comfortable lying on the right side of her double bed in her favourite top. Frankie Says Relax. Yes, one of those tops, the classic 80's top. Also the most comfortable. Glancing at the time she groaned 3am.

Joy. This is a stupid time, who created it, even the sun isn't even up yet and there is most definitely a reason for that.

The hangover was swiftly advancing to smother her in its foggy depths. Hiding under her arms was no protection against the thumping rhythm that was starting a the back of her head and sending vibrations to her eyes until they throbbed. Rolling over with her eyes shut tight in an attempt to turn her back on the approaching nausea. This was just as unsuccessful as her earlier attempts.

Sighing she opened her eyes to reveal something she never expected.

Her body reacted before she could do anything and she rolled off the bed. Onto the floor. Rather painfully. Ouch. Getting up onto her feet and crouching by her bed and massaging her tender temple.

Its always the head. Does my subconscious give points depending on how many times I can hit my head, because I am doing very well...

Alex! Focus! Now!

Right, now why the hell is he here... in my room... on my bed...how drunk was I? Very.

Gathering up her courage she peeked over the edge of the blood red sheets to see...

Nothing.

Leaping up she searched her room for any evidence of his presence but there was nothing. No suit, no floppy honey-blonde hair, no smug grin and definitely no shiny crocodile boots.

Oh.

She was convinced she had seen him. All his familiar features that she had studied so hard trying to penetrate to get the the soft underneath but there appeared to be none.

Suddenly realising that she had been standing in the middle of her bedroom, in a confused daze probably looking completely ridiculous for at least a minute. Alex flopped onto her bed as her body seemed to catch up with what time it was.

Well at least the headache has gone... nope scratch that. Damn.

The throbbing returned with a vengeance. "Oh hello again" she muttered with a mock cheerfulness.

"Talking to yourself first sign of insanity, you know"

"Me? Insane? I mean its not like I'm trapped in the 80s in my own head where even my own constructs think I have mental issues!"

"Don't forget talking to your television."

"Oh yes and I talk to my bloody television to top it all off." She sighed.

"Wow sucks to be you."

"I know" she replied, hitting her head with the heel of her palm.

Ouch. Again.

She got off the bed and walked to the kitchen clutching her forehead.

I shouldn't have done that. Shouldn't have done that. Yes I really shouldn't have done that...

She retrieved a mug and a tea bag from the cupboard and flicked the kettle on. On a strange impulse she hopped onto the counter and kicked her legs so they thumped on the cupboard doors.

Thump, thump, thump..

I feel about five, how peculiar...

Thump, thump, click!

As the kettle boiled she stopped swinging her legs.

Thump, thump.

The thumping continued she opened her legs and looked at the cupboard in shock, this is when she realised it wasn't the cupboards there was someone at the door.

Oh. Wait. What the hell who is at the door at this time on a Sunday morning. That has just narrowed it down to one person. Great.

Sighing resignedly she got off the counter to answer the door to. Yeah him.

End Of First Chapter Quite Short But Hopefully Ones That Follow Shall Be Longer...