I'm currently in Lanzarote! Lucky me ;) but it means I have time to do some writing, so here's a chapter.

Anyhoo, please review!

-Ela

What Happened To You Yesterday?

The front door creaked open. "Will, you home?" Groggily I registered that Lisa was back. "WILL?!" She shouted, I assumed she was directing her voice up the stairs, expecting me to still be in bed.

"I'm in here." I rasped, looking up through my eyelashes at the clock. Ten o'clock.

I heard steady shuffling as Lisa dumped her bag on the floor and removed her shoes, chucking them in the corner. "You feeling any better?" She asked, still sorting herself out.

"Yeah, sorta. I'll tell you about it in a bit." Sitting up I cleared my throat, "How's James coping?" Lisa strode in and plonked herself onto the nearest chair. She looked incredibly tired. "How are you coping?" I asked.

"Well.." Lisa stopped for a bit, I could tell from the vacant expression in her eyes that she was working out what to say, and in what order. "He was really stressed yesterday because there's been some issues with the undertaker. Not to mention that letter he sent his mum about the funeral, I did tell you about that right?"

"Wasn't he asking her if she wanted to attend the funeral and reconnect?"

"Yeah, well he got a reply." Lisa's face dropped.

"Some people are just human trash you know." I said standing up to hug her. "There are some things you can't control or protect people from, no matter how much you wish you could. I understand you're acting as James' crutch right now, but you can hardly support his weight if you can't hold your own." Tears started to form in her eyes, welling in the corners until they spilled. "You don't have to be strong all the time." Slowly Lisa started to lean away from the embrace.

"Anyway," she sniffled, rubbing her eyes with her jumper sleeve. "What happened to you yesterday?" She giggled through the remaining tears.

"I don't really know," I replied, a grin steadily spreading across my face. "but it was trippy as hell."

"You were completely out you know. Like, there was nothing I could do to wake you up, believe me I tried. Also sorry about that bump on your head, I think it's from when I accidentally dropped you on the stairs."

Well that explained the bump. So it was all a dream.

"Hahah it's fine, I must have been completely out of it not to notice you dropping me." Lisa gave me a face that clearly said 'What the hell were you drinking' with a hint of 'Where the hell can I get some from?' "The only thing I don't get is how I got into that state. I think there's a gas leak under the stairs. Actually yeah we should call that in." Scrolling through my contact list I found 'Landlord Steve', Steve was a great fellow, incredibly funny and obliging, it was always a pleasure talking to him.

"What, there's really a gas leak?" Lisa said, a bit skeptical.

"Yeah, it's the last thing I could smell before I went unconscious. You, my dear might have saved me from gas inhalation." Lisa's eyes widened at the realisation. "Actually we should keep the house ventilated if there's a leak."

"I'm gonna go open some windows." Said Lisa, feigning calm.

"Just don't light any open flames."

Steve picked up on the second ring.

"He'll be 'round in 20!" I called up to Lisa.

"Okay." She replied, taking her towel and clean clothes into the bathroom. I watched her shut the door and turned to walk away when, "Oi, get your banana peel skirt out of the bath, it's disgusting - you do realise it was in the bin?"

Begrudgingly I wandered up the stairs. After setting down her stuff over the radiator, Lisa left the bathroom. "And remember to wash the bleach from the bath." I watched her figure go around the corner, and quickly set to work with my task. I gingerly placed the skirt into a plastic bowl, this time not bothering with the rubber gloves, then set to work washing the bleach residue from the bath.

Exiting the bathroom with the bowl in my hands, I saw Lisa fiddling with something in the corridor. "Yo Lisa, I'm done. You can shower now. Remember Steve is gonna be here in about ten minutes."

"Yeah that's fine." She said without turning to face me. "I have a lecture at twelve so I won't be able to hang out with you long."

"Oh okay, have fun learning." I smirked slightly, Lisa had not missed a single lecture the whole time we'd been at uni. Not once. I was sure that even if she missed 80% of the lectures it wouldn't make any sort of dent in her grades. "Lisa?" I asked from halfway down the stairs.

"Yeah?" I watched her form appear over the bannister.

"Was I holding a bottle of bleach when you retrieved me last night?"

"That's a strange question," she said, musing it over. "No, I don't think you were... No, you definitely weren't, you were completely sprawled out. Why?"

"No reason really, just curious, because I was looking for cleaner yesterday. Wondered if I'd found it."

"Actually we don't have any bleach for downstairs, remind me to buy some."

Stuffing my skirt into the washing machine my mind moved a mile a minute. If I wasn't holding bleach, why do I remember clutching the bottle? How did I get bleach on my skirt, if we didn't have any bleach in the first place? Would Lisa catch on that there was something very wrong with the whole situation?

Sneaking into Lisa's room, I opened her laptop. Technically I wasn't supposed to use her laptop, but what she didn't know, couldn't hurt her. The steady thrumming of water droplets pelting the bath tub, and muffled singing assured me that she was still in the shower, and would not be leaving anytime soon.

Opening an incognito tab, I started googling everything about dreaming, how to control dreams, lucid dreaming - anything I thought could be somewhat relevant. I found some pretty interesting tips about how to workout if you're in a dream.

Look at your hands, they should be less detailed than usual as your brain can't remember exactly what your hands look like.

(Well my hands had been in perfect clarity.)

2. Look at the ground, often times you don't dream the ground.

(I had looked at the ground many a time, whether that be while falling, or watching my feet slam onto the hard dirt path of the running track.)

3. Check clocks, they would never read proper times, or would change drastically - even if you only glance away for a second.

This last one was the one I was going to utilise, if I did ever go back into the dream. But the more I thought about it the more it started to seem plausible as a reality.

"Should I leave the bath mat in?" Called Lisa. I hadn't heard her switch off the shower and stood quickly, cursing under my breath. Closing the tab and shutting the laptop, I scarpered to the other side of her room.

"No, I don't think I need a shower!" I yelled back in reply. There wasn't enough time to get back to my own room without looking suspicious, so I pretended to be admiring her CD collection. Glancing at her wall mirror I saw that my hair wasn't at all greasy, in fact it looked freshly washed - despite not having washed for two days. Picking up a lock of damp feeling hair, I gave it a sniff. Mint. I could smell faint mint. It still felt wet.

"What are you doing in my room?" Asked Lisa, slightly suspicious, gently kneading her wet hair with her sopping towel.

"Can I borrow your Caravan Palace CD?" I queried, already reaching for the disc regardless.

"Yeah go ahead, but don't break it."

"Sure thing, dear."

Finally back to my room, I found my old portable CD player. After Steve came over, I'd go for a jog and listen to some sweet tunes. As if hearing my thoughts the door bell sounded.