Invisible.
Chapter Two:
The last thing I remembered were tons of flashing lights, and loud noises; preferably the honking of a horn. But that made no sense as to how I was without a car, around the corner from Izzy's home.
"Where the hell is my car?" I asked, wondering aslo what happened to my memory. I scratched my head, my fingers running through my chestnut brown hair. I then yelled, "I have car ensurance!"
Somewhat, I threw a fit, stomping my feet, growling, and yelling in aggrivation. Never in my life had I been so confused. It was the day before my wedding, and I just lost my, practically new, black Sudan! But then, weirdly, it didn't seem to effect me anymore, so I just walked the rest of the way to Izzy's house, dazed in my confusion.
Izzy lived in a cozy row home with black bricks for the exterior and a wooden door hidden behind a screen one. It was a normal looking house from the outside, but the inside had always fit Izzy, at least in my perspective.
I rang the bell. Waited, waited, waited, and waited. No response. So I knocked on the door. Waited, waited, waited, and waited. Still no response. Then, I reached down at my pocket to try and get my phone, but it wasn't there.
"Are you kidding me!" I yelled. My temper was skating across thin ice, and I was going to blow like Eva without her mp3 player. I was supposed to be relaxed and happy, I was getting married for Pete's sake! I looked at the still closed door, and then just through it ajar.
"Izzy, hell-o!" I called out. "Uh...wedded man to be here for a sleepover because his good pal Izzy wouldn't let him sleep anywhere else!"
"Aha! Take that Peach!" Izzy's cries of triumph flooded from the hardwood floors of the living room. Her television was on full blast and her "Woo-hoo"s somehow managed to overcompensate with the sound effects. "DIE! DIE!"
"Hey, Izzy-bird!" I called out to her. For some reason, I tended to call her that a lot, especially when she'd space off. "I'm here!"
Rounding the corner, I saw a mass of bright orange hair, cascading the air, as Izzy jumped up and down waving the Wii remote all over the place as she battled against Princess Peach as Pit in Super Smash Bros. BRAWL.
"PWND!" she yelled as Peach K.. I laughed and shook my head.
"Hand me the other paddle, Iz." Throwing my coat on the entrance table out in the hall. I walked over to the couch, but Izzy showed no sign of acknowleging my presence. When she deliberatly ignored me some more, I waved a hand in front of her face, but it didn't phase her one bit!
So I just thought she was playing an insane game of some sort like she tended to do. So I pretended to just go along with it, and flop down on the sofa, picking up the other paddle and trying to lock in as the other character, although I didn't really want to be Peach. And then, to make this evening even weirder, when I wouldn't lock in, I looked down at my hands and the paddle was missing! Looking over at the table, I saw that it was in the exact same place that I picked it up from!
"Okay," I said folding my arms. "What is going on here?"
She then paused the screen, and literally hopped over to her home phone. "I wonder what happened to Noah." she said.
"Alright, this is stupid." I said and stood up. I reached my arm out and gripped her shoulder. But I didn't grip her shoulder, my hand actually went right through her. I screamed and jumped back. Then, to make sure I wasn't seeign things, I retried with the same outcome! "What the...."
"Noah, hey, it's Izzy! You said you'd be five minutes and it's been over five minutes? What's up?" she asked, with the phone close to her. I suppose she got my answering machine. Sighing, I sat back down on the couch and put my head in my hands, shaking. What the hell was happening.
"Izzy." I said her name through my dry sobs. I was shaking vehemently, afraid of what was going on. "Izzy!"
Her home phone began ringing, and she went over to answer it.
"Cody, hey! No, he's not here yet. I don't know where he is, probbaly stuck in traffic or something, wouldn't that be funny? Yeah, I know. He didn't answer for me either, but you know that crappy phone of his. Okay, I'll tell him when he gets here. BYE!" Then she hung up, and walked into the kitchen. I followed her like a lost puppy, still shaking silently; although it wouldn't matter how loud I was because apparently, no one could hear me!
In the kitchen, Izzy took out a carton of orange juice, taking a few swigs from the carton, then put it back. Wiping her mouth, she went over to the kitchen sink and grabbed a handful of popcorn from the plastic purple bowl.
I examinded her fushia and yellow kitchen, it was so her. Some of the appliances her oddly shaped, and yet there were some normal things in there as well. For any other person, this room wouldn't clash well, but for Izzy, anything went. But sadly, her funky style home wasn't really helping me settle down from my nervous melt down here.
"Dammit, Izzy, listen to me!" I yelled, pounding my fist against the countertop. Of course, she didn't hear it. What was going on? Was..was I dead?
No. That impossible! I'm getting married tomorrow, how could I be dead? And I was at Izzy's house, somehow lost my car and phone, and Izzy was playing some stupid game, and everything was fine. Although nothing really explains how my hand went right through her. The only thing would be if I was superhuman or paranormal, but I was just driving in my car two seconds ago! Yeah, this made truckloads of sense.
Maybe I was halucinating. Yes, that seemed to be rational. Izzy was just going along with her game, and I clearly spent too much time with Izzy that my mind was slipping as well, yeah, that makes sense. I just needed to lay down or something, get some rest. Besides, I was getting married in less than a day.
"I'm gunna hit the hay, Iz!" I called out, walking over to hug her, but my halucination was kicking in again. I laughed lightly. "Goodnight."
Then I treked up the steps to the guest bedroom, and made myself comfortable. I stripped from my sweater vest, my two undershirts, and my khakis, then curled underneath the array of blankets Izzy had already set up for me. I had a big day ahead of me, so I needed some rest.
With a yawn, and the closing of my eyes, I prayed to God that my halucinations would stop by tomorrow, and that Cody and I would make it through this.