Lucky 13

The next morning I woke up with my legs still entangled around Criss. The sunlight peaked through the corners of the blinds and I sluggishly adjusted my pillow as I turned to face him. He was quietly snoring on his stomach with one arm still resting on my hip. A beam of sunlight danced on his finger tip and I noticed that his black nail polish was chipping into a half moon shape. Hammy was loyally napping beside his head and when I yawned he opened his eyes and sent a glare my way as if I had disrupted his sleep.

The alarm clock read: 12:30pm.

Shit!

We must have been up later than I thought we were! I reached down and gently brought his hand up to my lips. He didn't budge an inch, however Hammy stood up and stretched.

Get 'em!… I laughed inside my head watching Hammy stride down Criss's back and hop off the bed.

Criss felt around a bit under his pillow with his free hand and moved his fingers around in mine.

"Baby, wake up…" I kissed his finger tips again still obsessing over the half moons of black. It always drove me insane when he'd bite his nails.

He gradually opened his eyes and squeezed my hand tighter.

"Mmm, hey." He replied, his voice still rough from sleep.

I smiled and curled next to him. "Hey, sleep well?"

He smiled. "Yeah, slept great. You?"

I nodded into his neck. "Too good. It's already after noon."

He abruptly sat up, my head slumping off of him.

"Fuck! I have an appointment! Shit!" He flipped his cell phone open that was on the nightstand and grunted.

I sat up curiously peaking over at him.

"What time is it at?"

Criss cussed again. "It WAS at 10pm."

I sighed and glanced around feeling a bit guilty for keeping him up so late.

"Was your phone on?" I asked.

He nodded. "Yeah, they called me 5 times… shit!" He searched through his contact list in his phone.

"What appointment was it?" I questioned tapping my fingers nervously on my thigh.

He bit his nails on his left hand and I sighed.

"It was with my magic crew. We're starting Season 5 soon." He replied with his cell glued to his ear.

I nodded and bit down on my lip hoping that he could talk his way through the call. It took no more than 10 minutes and he hung up. He looked less concerned when the call was over but still anxious.

Criss reattached his black cell to his charger and ran his hand through his tangled morning hair with a groan.

"I rescheduled for tomorrow." He said.

I glanced over him and pulled the sheets back over the top of my body.

"Season 5?"

"Yeah, we're supposed to be starting to film next month. It's up in the air still. Everyone is a bit wishy-washy about it because of the show. I'm sorry I didn't mention it earlier. That's why I've been drawing a lot lately. I've been sketching down random illusion ideas." He explained.

I cleared my throat a little too loud for our interpersonal surrounding.

"I see. Well, with the show the show's practice, your working out schedule will probably double as well and then the filming… you are going to be exhausted!" I was hinting around the fact that we wouldn't have much time for each other but I didn't want to be blunt. Or rather, I didn't want to be emotional.

Criss grabbed my left hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze. "I want you to be there for all of it, every extemporary moment."

I smiled and kissed his cheek. "I promise."

~*~

The show that night went well. I avoided Kristy rather than start a dispute in front of the cast and crew members. They couldn't know about Criss and I yet anyhow. So I put on a pleasant face around her but by the end of the night I swear my tongue had wholes bitten through it.

Criss told me that he had a "date" with Carrot Top and I respected that. Personally, I didn't much care for him anyhow. I had met him a few times and he was the type of person that was generally comedic but his humor wore on my nervous after an hour or so. And his red afro-type hair bugged the hell out me, I was always devising a plan to re-do his locks rather than listening to a word he was saying. So, with all that said I headed back to Elaine's suite and I planned a radical girls night out.

She didn't answer the doorbell so I just used my old key and headed in.

"Hey lovey!" I called as I set my pursed down by the door.

She still didn't reply so I peaked into the bathroom.

Darkness.

What the hell? I reached into my purse for my cell and dialed her number.

It went straight to voicemail. I began to panic a little. Vegas was a large party town, obviously a lot of psycho's and drunks roaming the streets and Elaine was a beautiful woman. I wasn't thinking negatively I just always think realistically.

"Elaine?!" I called as I walked through past the loveseats and towards her room.

When I approached the door I heard Josh's voice but I couldn't make out his words.

Then I heard Elaine…

I blushed from my head down to my flip flops and tried to silently close my cell phone.

Obviously I had walked in on something I shouldn't have. I smiled a bit to myself as the amorous noises continued through the shut door. I was happy she was alright.

Much more than alright.

I turned around and headed back to the front door. When I was on my way past the loveseats again I heard what sounded like a cell phone ringing in the bathroom.

Odd… I had just walked past there. It couldn't have been Elaine's I knew her ring tone by heart.

It was a definite female ring tone if it was in fact a cell phone. It was playing the song, "Single Ladies" By Beyonce.

When I arrived at the bathroom door it was shut again. I remember that I had left it open. My eyebrows knitted and I felt my heart beat faster as I turned the brass door knob.

Still there was nothing but darkness until "Single Ladies" blared again and I saw a blue light reflecting off of a pink cell phone in the bathroom mirror.

I grabbed it as I flipped the lights on and rejected the call. I set the mysterious cell back down on the counter and whispered, "Hello?"

I felt foolish, like I was talking to a ghost.

Of course, no one answered. I searched the bath tub and found nothing. No one was in the shower, it was glass. There was only one more place someone could hide…

When I opened the towel cabinet a thin blonde women in about her early 20's was ironically wrapped in nothing but a white towel and gave me one of the dirtiest look in my entire life.

"What the hell?!" I eyed her back shocked.

She ran past me and went to reach for her cell phone but I got to it first and held it behind my back.

"Not until you explain what the fuck is going on here!"

Her mouth twitched a bit before she spoke.

"Who are you?" She asked a bit defensively.

I shrugged. "Does it matter?"

"You-you aren't Elaine right?" She grabbed tighter to her towel.

I took in a deep breath, realizing the situation.

"No, I'm her best friend. Oh my God, are you here for Josh?"

She nodded without an ounce of remorse. "We didn't expect she'd be home so soon…"

My veins felt they were pumping with acid and it took all I had not to hit her in her ignorant make-up caked face.

"Get out!" I yelled throwing her cell phone into her stomach.

She caught it, her towel going haywire.

She ran out the door without another glance at me and I slumped down on the toilet seat with my forehead resting in my heads.

Some radical ladies night…