Chapter 1
Stanton stomped back and forth, and ran his fingers through his hair. "How did it happen?" Collin demanded angrily. "I don't know! All I know is that I usually don't wake up next to Jimena!" "What?" "You heard me!" "Guys! Chill! Yelling's not gonna help!" Derek scolded, then flipped the brown curls. "Why was Jimena beside you?" Stanton asked suspiciously. Collin looked down, a mournful look in his eyes. "I don't know. DAMNIT! The one night she's comfortable with that, she wakes up with you!" Collin slammed his fist on his fathers desk, making the loose pens vibrate. "Can we deal with that later? Right now we have to figure out how this happened!" Michael shouted impatiently, and checked his watch. "What do you care for? Your next concert isn't for three days." Stanton flailed his arms and hands, still pacing. The anger in the room came from everybody, except Chris, who was kicking back in the chair like it came out of his own pocket. "Are you guys hearing yourselves? If you would stop wearing a hole in the floor, you calm down, you two stop fighting, then you might be able to figure this out!" Collin stopped shouting, but unlike the rest of them, he didn't listen to Chris. "Who are you to say anything? You left this thing without even a new face, and here you are, leaning back in the chair." Chris lifted his feet from the desk, and stood. "Happy now? Look, why are you so mad? It's understandable that you'd be a little distraught, but not with this kind of approach." Collin's face turned bright red, and he rounded on Chris again, "How would you feel if your sister tried to French you???" Unable to help themselves, everyone but Collin and Stanton started laughing. Stanton turned to him. "Thank God I rang the doorbell when I did." Derek spread his arms. "Well, until we get this figured out, we'll drop that part of the issue. Meantime, when did it happen?" They blinked, and tried to count the hours.
"About six hours ago." Stanton said, checking the glow in the dark
waterproof watch. "So then that means that it happened at about 9:00 this morning. All right, that part's figured out. Now, how did it happen?" Collin asked. Michael blinked, and said, "I was awake when it happened. I was standing there, trying a song Vanessa wrote on my guitar, and suddenly, this strange feeling like there was some kind of sheet over my body came, and it went away, and my vision went black. Five minutes later, I'm in the shower, and I whipped my head around---getting shampoo in my eyes---and looked in a mirror. I can safely say that nothing in my life ever felt weirder." Chris tucked his tongue into his cheek, and sighed. "Well, what can we do until we figure these things out? Tell the daughters?" Stanton shook his head ruefully. "If we tell them we stay this way forever. Don't ask me why. The only way Chris found out is because he read my mind. So the best thing we can do, is hope that Serena reads my mind, or someone else's." Collin dropped his hands. "Well then what do? No offense Stanton, but I don't want to stay in your body forever." Stanton shook his head. "None taken. I just think the most we can do, is to avoid the girls, and hope that this will all be over soon." Suddenly, the door opened, then slammed, and they heard the goddesses chatter. They all looked at each other, then they said in unison, "Shit."
Stanton stomped back and forth, and ran his fingers through his hair. "How did it happen?" Collin demanded angrily. "I don't know! All I know is that I usually don't wake up next to Jimena!" "What?" "You heard me!" "Guys! Chill! Yelling's not gonna help!" Derek scolded, then flipped the brown curls. "Why was Jimena beside you?" Stanton asked suspiciously. Collin looked down, a mournful look in his eyes. "I don't know. DAMNIT! The one night she's comfortable with that, she wakes up with you!" Collin slammed his fist on his fathers desk, making the loose pens vibrate. "Can we deal with that later? Right now we have to figure out how this happened!" Michael shouted impatiently, and checked his watch. "What do you care for? Your next concert isn't for three days." Stanton flailed his arms and hands, still pacing. The anger in the room came from everybody, except Chris, who was kicking back in the chair like it came out of his own pocket. "Are you guys hearing yourselves? If you would stop wearing a hole in the floor, you calm down, you two stop fighting, then you might be able to figure this out!" Collin stopped shouting, but unlike the rest of them, he didn't listen to Chris. "Who are you to say anything? You left this thing without even a new face, and here you are, leaning back in the chair." Chris lifted his feet from the desk, and stood. "Happy now? Look, why are you so mad? It's understandable that you'd be a little distraught, but not with this kind of approach." Collin's face turned bright red, and he rounded on Chris again, "How would you feel if your sister tried to French you???" Unable to help themselves, everyone but Collin and Stanton started laughing. Stanton turned to him. "Thank God I rang the doorbell when I did." Derek spread his arms. "Well, until we get this figured out, we'll drop that part of the issue. Meantime, when did it happen?" They blinked, and tried to count the hours.
"About six hours ago." Stanton said, checking the glow in the dark
waterproof watch. "So then that means that it happened at about 9:00 this morning. All right, that part's figured out. Now, how did it happen?" Collin asked. Michael blinked, and said, "I was awake when it happened. I was standing there, trying a song Vanessa wrote on my guitar, and suddenly, this strange feeling like there was some kind of sheet over my body came, and it went away, and my vision went black. Five minutes later, I'm in the shower, and I whipped my head around---getting shampoo in my eyes---and looked in a mirror. I can safely say that nothing in my life ever felt weirder." Chris tucked his tongue into his cheek, and sighed. "Well, what can we do until we figure these things out? Tell the daughters?" Stanton shook his head ruefully. "If we tell them we stay this way forever. Don't ask me why. The only way Chris found out is because he read my mind. So the best thing we can do, is hope that Serena reads my mind, or someone else's." Collin dropped his hands. "Well then what do? No offense Stanton, but I don't want to stay in your body forever." Stanton shook his head. "None taken. I just think the most we can do, is to avoid the girls, and hope that this will all be over soon." Suddenly, the door opened, then slammed, and they heard the goddesses chatter. They all looked at each other, then they said in unison, "Shit."