DYLAN
Derrick's house was amazing. All glass, like an amazing modern villa. The light shining through was gorgeous. Dylan found herself wishing she lived there.
"Hey, D. You feeling better?" Derrick's beautiful older sister with the pixie cut came into the kitchen and squeezed her gently on the shoulders. "How's your neck feeling?"
The doctors let her go home without the neck brace, though it ached it bit. "Fine," Dylan muttered, not sure what to say. Pixie cut stared deep into her new caramel eyes, shrugged and walked away. Dylan flipped her new blonde hair in a Justin Bieber fashion, loving the feel of it. Though it hurt her neck. She then stomped up the stairs. It hadn't really hit her that she'd never been to her boyfriend's house until then. It kinda hurt, like maybe he was hiding something. Derrick had been to her house thousands of times (maybe not THOUSANDS…). Which room was his? All she knew about his room was that it was incredibly messy, according to Massie. That's why she wanted to break up with him. But Massie later revealed he cleaned it for her. So hopefully, it would still be clean.
Finally, she found a boring plain room with a bed in blue sheets and a boring plain closet with just a bunch of dark tees. It wasn't messy, just cluttered. She knew it had to be his. A very girly, pretty room was next door. Hopefully that one was Pixie cuts and this one was D's. It was so boring, Dylan was disappointed. There was nothing juicy hidden in between the cracks. All his drawers were stuffed with socks, shorts, jeans, hats, basically just clothes. Dylan sat up in bed, too afraid of tomorrow to sleep.
DERRICK
Derrick got to Dylan's mansion in record time. Her mother owned a Corvette, and they cruised through town fashionably and quickly. A few people from the sidewalks asked for pictures with the celebrity, but she daintily said, "No pictures today, folks," and continued through town.
At the spacious mansion, Dylan's sisters greeted her at the door. They didn't look sorry. Instead, they looked like they were forced to help her hurt sister inside.
"I wish I was in that accident," Dylan's sister Ryan loudly mentioned. "Then maybe I'd lose some stomach faaaaaat."
Dylan had told Derrick that the twigs complained about being overweight a lot, so he had expected as much. He climbed the marble staircase up to Dylan's room. It was loud and proud, just like her style. He realized then that he liked her more than any girlfriend he'd ever had.
He searched around a bit. After picking out an outfit for the next day that he hoped Dylan would approve of, he set off to sleep, knowing he probably wouldn't get any.
KRISTEN
Kristen didn't want to be in her boyfriend's body. The day of the accident, she had been secretly planning to break up with him. She was bored with their relationship, and thought she might've had feelings for Plovert. Too late now. They could be stuck like this forever, forcing them to be together forever. You can't exactly stop being friends with someone in your body. You might never get it back.
Kristen also didn't like Dempsey's house. Though it was the apartment right next to hers, very convenient due to their situation, his home was crowded with artifacts from everywhere he'd been. Thick totem poles, framed hula skirts, and African carved tables. She couldn't walk around without smashing into a box full of snow globes from Russia or walking into a lamp from France. She had been in his house so many times, she was used to everything. There was nothing for her to explore, look at, or eat. So she silently, and miserably went to bed.
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