Chapter Four
It was eleven o'clock and I found myself lying on Annie's bed staring at the neon orange ceiling. Which was where I had been for the past thirteen hours.
It wasn't fair! I had been trapped in the house all day and I hadn't seen Annie once. Not once! I wanted to go find her and give her a piece of my mind, but earlier in the day I hadn't quite realized how impossible that would be. In order to see Annie, I'd have to ask Molly if I could go to "Carey's" house. But Annie had been at my house yesterday. Wouldn't Molly get suspicious of the fact that "Annie" is going to see "Carey" so often? What if she thought that we were—erm—involved?! My utterly available status would be destroyed! Well, you catch my drift.
The worst part of all is that Molly spent half the day at the recording studio with Annie, in my body. If that little witch did anything—I'll… um, I'll think of something. I don't want her screwing with my carefully calculated plans!
So, having nothing better to do all day, I proceeded to lock myself in Annie's room and listen to music. She has so many CDs that are either techno or French rap! But it was okay with me because I'm totally into techno. And yeah, that's just about it.
Anyway, after thirteen hours of this, I decided to call it a night. I turned off the CD player, climbed into bed, and pulled the covers up to my chin, when I heard a somewhat peculiar noise.
I was soon to discover that the night had only just begun.
My initial response was to ignore it. The room was pitch black, everyone in the house was asleep, and I certainly wasn't about to jump out of bed, turn on all the lights, and run around finding out what made the sound. Unfortunately, the answer came to me, in the form of something falling on top of me.
"What the—" I began, but my words were cut off by someone's lips on mine. Holy shit! It's Jack! What the hell is he doing kissing me—well, "Annie"? I struggled with him as I feebly tried to conceive the inconceivable.
In response to my struggling, he pulled away. "Something wrong, baby?"
Baby?! I did my best to hold back the contents of my stomach. "Um," I squeaked, then stopped to clear my throat. I couldn't fit the pieces together! Jack and Annie were having a secret relationship? I mean, besides the constant flirting, the little glances, the suspicious touching, it was never that obv—oh…
"Annie? You okay?" Jack asked, delicately brushing away a strand of my hair.
I took a deep breath, trying to think of a way to ask questions without sounding like a total moron. Not like it really mattered if I made Annie look like a moron, but still. "Jack? How long have we been, you know… together?"
There was a long pause. "Don't you remember?"
"I mean… it just feels like forever…"
"Well, it has been," he said decisively, nibbling at my neck.
"Jack!" I nearly shouted, pushing him away.
"Damnit Annie, you're gonna wake up Mom! What's wrong with you today?"
The idea of Molly finding out about Jack and Annie's relationship was kind of amusing, but then again, who knew how long I'd be trapped inside her body? I sighed, resolving to keep down the level of noise.
"Jack," I whispered, desperately trying to think of a way to get him away from me, "is this really all we do? Just kiss? Can't we do something else?"
I didn't realize what I'd said until after the words left my mouth.
"Oh hell yes…" he murmured, and in the darkness that my eyes had only recently adjusted to, I saw him reaching for the elastic waistband of his boxers.
"Stop!" I cried, shielding my eyes with my hand. "I didn't mean—that!"
"Oh," he replied, the note of disappointment in his voice unmistakable. "What did you have in mind?"
"Can't we, you know, just talk? Or something?" I was beginning to feel oddly feminine…
"Oh," he said again, in the same tone as before. "Actually, I'm starting to feel kind of tired…"
"Yeah, so am I," I added quickly.
"Yeah." Another pause. "Well, goodnight," he said, standing up.
"Goodnight," I echoed.
He stepped into the hallway. "Sweet dreams, sexy," he whispered as he closed the door behind him.
Needless to say, I was already kneeling over the toilet before it had even been closed all the way.