Freakazette sat on a stool at Mike's. Just like the email said.
Is it strange that it was sent to my email?
Do you think it's a set up?
I'm pretty sure Guitierrez doesn't know my email.
Right. Freakazoid sat at the sit next to her. She was drinking papaya juice.
"You like papaya juice?"
"Love the stuff. It doesn't help that I'm allergic to Cranapple."
"Allergic to cranapple? So am I!" she finished her papaya juice.
"Hey, wanna go surf the web?"
"Do I!"
I can't believe you spent the entire day on the internet.
It was fun. I got to ride a surfboard.
What about getting pulled over by… what were they called again?
The idiotic police.
I can't believe they call themselves that.
I can't believe I got pulled over.
You were causing interruptions in the flow of data.
That's what they say, I did nothing wrong.
What about when you punched them in the face?
They started it.
It doesn't matter. You know tomorrow's Friday, right?
Yay….
Just checking.
Oh, because you didn't tell D…
Yes, that.
Oh.
It was Friday morning. The sun was out. Birds chirped. Liz knocked on the door. Dexter opened it, surprised to see her.
"Shouldn't you be packing?"
"Yay, well, um…. You see, um…"
"What?" she took a deep breath.
"We'removingtoDCI'msorryIdidn'ttellyousooner."
"Wait, you're moving? To DC?"
"Yay." She gave a smile.
I'm surprised he understood any of that.
Hey! Dexter smiled. He seemed to wobble a bit. Then he fainted. She caught him before he hit the ground, her eyes widening. She half carried - half dragged him to his room, and plopped him on the bed. She felt his head, and her hand quickly pulled back.
101.2°F exactly. She saw an open message on his computer. Before she could look away, Freakazette had read it.
Some Scottish guy named Roddy MacStew knows your cousin.
Why does that name sound familiar?
Write a response!
Why?
Just do it, and maybe get some ice or something.
Fine. She sent a response to Mr. MacStew, then went down stairs in search of some ice. It was then that she realized the house was empty. That, and that she had left the front door open. After locking it, she headed back up with a bag of frozen peas, and a box of tissues. She was surprised to find a Scotsman when she reentered the room. He seemed just as surprised to see her. She spotted a streak of white in the man'sred hair. She also realized Dexter was awake.
Hey, how'd the Scottish guy get in here? She looked over at the computer, then back at the Scotsman.
"Uh, Dex, is it just me, or is there a Scotsman in here?" Dexter sat up.
"That's Roddy. Roddy, this is my cousin, Liz."
Roddy MacStew?
Hey, that's the brick guy!
How'd he get in here? She once again spotted the white streak in the man's hair, but this time, she realized what it was shaped like. I'm goin' for it.
"Dex, there's something I should tell you…"
"What?"
"It will be easier to show you… "
"What?"
"I should warn you, I'm about to…. Freak out!" Liz transformed into Freakazette. Both Dexter and Roddy were surprised. She grabbed Dexter's hand and shook it wildly.
"Hi, I'm Freakazette. It's good to finally meet ya."
Stop! He's ill! She let go of his hand, an apologetic smile on her face. He seemed bewildered. And dizzy.
Does he have a headache?
Okay, you've done enough. She pouted.
"Freak in!" Liz noticed Dexter was starting act a bit… goofy. He hummed a strange tune, as he stared out into space with a grin on his face.
This reminds me of when you caught that virus.
What a second…. That's it! She waved her hand in front of his face, snapping him out of it.
"What ha…ha...ha…aaa-cho!" as Dexter sneezed, he transformed into Freakazoid. With another sneeze, he changed back.
"Are you alright, lad?"
"I... guess."
"Dex, I think you caught a virus. A computer virus."
Dexter blew his nose into a tissue. A Purple, pixely goo stuck to it.
"Ewe."
"Definitely a computer virus."
"How do you know, lass?"
"Because I've caught one before."
"But… how…" His vision began to get blurry. It became hard to think straight. She shook her head.
"There's a lot you don't know about yourself, isn't there?" Then he blacked out.
Dexter awoke to find himself in a bed, but it wasn't his own. On one side was a computer, on the other a nightstand. He sat up. This place seemed familiar; even though he was sure he had never been there before. He could hear a sound. He followed it, keeping close to the blue walls. The closer he got to it, the more he could hear. It sounded much like a television. He found a second room beyond the first, which held more furniture. The television played reruns of Rat Patrol, and he was sure there was someone on the couch.
"Hello?" The other sat up; only his black spiky hair could be seen.
"Dex? Is that you?" He seemed to be searching for him. Dexter knew only two people called him that.
"Freak?!" The other turned, revealing himself to be Freakazoid.
"Dex!" He climbed over the couch, racing at the teen, and lifting him up in a bear hug. Dexter waited for Freakazoid to put him down.
"Freak, where are we?"
"You mean you don't know?"
"Not at all."
"We're in your head." He listened as Freakazoid explained.
Dexter sat up. He was in his own bed, in his own room. He must have been out for awhile, because it was dark outside.
Did that really happen?
Yep.
"How is there furniture in there, anyway?" It took Dexter a moment to realize he had said that a loud.
"How is there furniture in where?" He turned around to see Liz standing in the doorway.
"Nothing. Just talking to myself."
"Oh." She seemed to put two and two together." Ooooohhhhh. First time in your own head, huh?"
"How did you…" He felt a sudden lurch in his stomach. "Oh no." He raced out of the room and down the hall. She understood what was going on when she heard the sound of someone having a 'reunion' with their breakfast.