A/N: Hi again. So, last night I saw "School Dance" again, and I thought it was way cute how Chase tried to get the same answers as Zoey. I just wish she had chosen Chase instead! -sob-
Anywho. This chapter may be slightly out of character, but I'm not sure. Also, I can't remember exactly what Chase and Zoey's dorms look like, so I'm just going by memory. Please forgive me if I get something wrong. Enjoy!
Zoey opened her eyes slowly. Her head was a weight, and she just wanted to sink back onto the pillows and go back to sleep…surrounded by warm, blue sheets…
Blue sheets?
She sat up and raised a hand to smooth her hair, only to find…short? Curly? Hang on. She blinked and looked around her. Wait a minute…wasn't that Micheal in the bed across from her?
Zoey was beginning to feel a horrible sensation growing inside of her. She hurled herself out of bed and hurried over to the mirror hanging from the wall.
What she saw wasn't Zoey at all. She was looking right at Chase…through the mirror?
Calm down, Zoey, she told herself. Just…think about things for a sec.She raised a shaking right arm. Chase raised his too. Her eyes widened in fear as one hand flew to her shoulder…broad shoulders…
"Help me," she whispered, only to find her voice deep, quite unlike her own.
She didn't know what else to do. So she screamed as loudly as she could.
Pink…Pink…He was falling, falling into a realm of pink…
Chase straightened instantly in bed, trying to shake off the memory of the dream, then adjusted the fluffy purple pillow and flopped back onto it…
Fluffy…Purple…Pillow…
His eyes flew open as a single strand of honey-gold hair tumbled into his vision.
Zoey's hair…He slowly, cautiously slid out from the warm duvet and approached the mirror. As he came into view in the glass, he saw not himself, but Zoey, hair disheveled, looking sleepy.
"Ah – Ah –" he stuttered, in Zoey's sweet voice.
Seconds later a scream sliced the air and resounded around the girl's dorm.
"Chase! What's up with you? You woke me up!" exclaimed Michael, swiveling what he thought was his friend around, hands on his shoulders.
"I – I'm not Chase…" Zoey stumbled, feeling a little stupid. Michael frowned, a teasing twinkle in his eye.
"Sure look like him," he commented.
"No, Michael, I'm serious! I'm not Chase! I'm Zoey!" she cried.
"C'mon, man. I know you're crazy about the girl, but pretending to be her…? That's going way too far."
"No – I –" Zoey stopped speaking as Michael's words sank in. "What did you say?"
Michael sighed and dropped his hands. "Chase, we all know how you feel about Zoey. You've completely been in love with her since…when? So stop kidding around. It's not funny anymore."
"You don't believe me," Zoey wailed. "Oh, no, what do I do now?"
Calm down and think about this logically. Okay. So if she was currently occupying Chase's body, that meant…
"I've gotta find Chase!" she gasped, yanking on a robe and sprinting out the door, leaving a confused Michael behind.
"No, Nicole, I'm not joking! I don't know how I got here, but I'm not Zoey!" Chase insisted for the hundredth time, trying to calm down. "I'm Chase!"
"Give me a break, Zo'." Nicole said scathingly.
"Looks like Zoey…sounds like Zoey…" Lola added cheerfully.
"I don't know how it happened, but somehow we've switc – switc – oh, God, no…" Chase tailed off in mutters as realization dawned. He picked up a random jacket off the floor, threw it on, shoved his feet into furry blue slippers, and dashed away, out the door and down the hall.
A/N: Another update, because I'm feeling generous and because I was whacked over the head by the plot bunny's fluffy pink hammer. Yay? Nay? Let me know in a review!
dancingwithreality: Aw! –is flattered- Muchos gracias, amigo!
EEE: Hehe, your name makes me smile. Thank you so much!